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So while doing research on the Schuyler-Hamilton family to procrastinate from writing up my own research (as you do), I came across this historical tidbit.
“IS GEN. HAMILTON INSANE”, a New York Times headline that cuts right to the chase, from August 11, 1893.
The article is about one of Hamilton’s grandsons (also named Alexander Hamilton, of course), and the whole thing is just…quite the kettle of fish. Apparently his second wife tried to file paperwork to have him declared legally insane, because he spent their money on “frivolous things”, was infatuated with a woman named Mrs Freeman, disappeared for long periods of time and threatened her life and his own life. The article also suggests he might be “held under duress” by Mrs Freeman.
Some key quotes:
“It is said that, awaking in the night, Gen. Hamilton once said to his wife: ‘If you die I could marry Mabel.’ which she did not consider the pleasantest salutation in the world.”
Mabel is their adopted daughter, so, wow. Yikes. Also, the end of that sentence…wow, New York Times.
“Dr J. Henry Furman in his affidavit says that Gen. Hamilton has told the doctor that Mrs Hamilton was insane and he was going to put her into an asylum. The doctor knew at the time she was not insane.”
Yikes.
“There are very few persons in Tarrytown who knew that these legal proceedings had been begun to declare Gen. Hamilton a lunatic, and the news will be a great surprise to the people.”
Yeah, I bet.
There’s a follow-up article where the church decides to expel him for “family desertion and non-support, excessive use of liquor and habitual use of profane language”.
Then there’s a follow-up article where he responds, and says he can’t be expelled from the church because joke’s on them, he wasn’t actually part of that church he just went there because his wife did. He doesn’t actually…address the rest of it.
A few weeks later, there’s an article about how Gen. Hamilton was “always erratic” but his neighbours were surprised to see his wife actually trying to declare him insane. It contains this ridiculous paragraph about a 77-year-old man:
“The General has always been regarded as a ladies’ man. He would even go out of his way to be attentive to the fair sex and, as Generals and descendants of Alexander Hamilton are not too numerous, his attentions were generally graciously received.”
Okay, John Church had at least 11 kids so I don’t think descendants of Alexander Hamilton were that scarce.
Finally, on August 29, there’s an article with the headline “THE HAMILTONS ARE REUNITED - Gen. Alexander and his wife reach an understanding”. A lawyer says that the wife never actually said he was insane, she just said he was not responsible for his acts. The article continues:
“The General was very penitent, and when the reconciliation was brought about, there was a touching scene. Both husband and wife agreed tearfully that there had been a misunderstanding which would never occur again.”
That’s….quite a misunderstanding.
So that’s a wild ride of a story. He was 77 years old at this point, and the neighbours make reference to thinking his eccentric behaviour was due to old age, so it sounds like maybe he was developing/had developed dementia? Who knows what the real story was, I hope his wife wasn’t bullied into taking him back if he was cruel to her.
Wait okay I’m adding on to my own post because if you search “Hamilton” in the New York Times archive for the surrounding years you realize that this family could not stay out of the scandal pages. (Also shout out to the NYT for making their archives public, thanks guys.)
January 17 1899: Alice Hamilton, John Church’s daughter and sister of the Alexander Hamilton in the story above, is declared legally insane. The article includes this quote from a doctor:
“He said that when leaving her after he had examined her at Pleasantville, she said to him: ‘I am very sorry, but you are dead too.’”
Uh, wow.
September 15, 1894: Schuyler Hamilton is sued for divorce after taking off on his wife (and three kids, way to be an asshole). He’s one of John Church’s grandsons. She gets her divorce, and he marries another woman the next year, Jane Byrd Mercer (who was the governess for one of the other Hamilton descendants). Then Jane dies four years later in 1899 of an accidental morphine overdose.
June 1, 1896: This is Charlotte Hamiton, another one of John Church’s daughters. This one might have been plain old-fashioned greed by some relatives left out of the will, but that’s three of John Church’s kids whose mental states were brought to court. It makes you wonder if something genetic was happening? I would wonder about it tying back to Angelica (Alexander & Eliza’s daughter), but these all occurred in old age, not in their 20s.
There’s actually more, Reverend Alexander Hamilton (John Church’s grandson) made the papers for resigning in a huff due to a “choirist’s…machinations and courtship”. Robert Ray Hamilton, another John Church grandson, was part of a huge scandal involving his marriage and blackmail, but even after that was all over, he was found drowned in a river, and the main suspect was a man who was later indicted for killing his wife.
I mean….John Church, what was going on with your descendants in the 1890s??
So, I found court records in regards to Alice Hamilton’s case and decided to do a bit of digging. According to the records;
That for many years prior to her decease in 1905, said Alice Hamilton was insane, suffering from that form of insanity sometimes called chronic melancholia, or melancholia of involution, being in a delusional state, having hallucinations of sight and hearing, and having delusions, such as that she was dead; that her relatives were dead; that she had seen God, and that He had gone away from her; that the devil had appeared; that she had committed unpardonable sins, that she heard voices, and saw things which nobody else heard or saw. That she had so suffered from this form of insanity from a time about one year prior to October 24, 1889, and on or about said 24th day of October, 1889, in proceedings had and taken under Chapter 446 of the Laws of the State of New York of the year 1874, said Alice Hamilton was duly examined by Doctors F. Leroy Satterlee and Clement Cleveland, two medical examiners in lunacy and found and duly certified by them to be an insane person, having hallucinations of sight and hearing and delusions and in a mental condition dangerous to herself and family, and a proper person for care and treatment under the provisions of said act. and which said findings of lunacy set forth in said certificate were duly approved by Hon. George I. Andrews, a Justice of the Supreme Court of the State of New York, according to the provi sions of said statute, and thereupon said Alice Hamilton was duly committed to, and for several years confined in an asylum for the care of insane persons, located at Pleasantville, in the State of New York.
That afterwards and on or about the 27th day of April, 1898, said Alice Hamilton was committed a second time to said insane asylum, being a lunatic suffering from chronic melancholia, with hallucinations and delusions, to wit, that she was dead; that all persons about her were dead; that she was eternally lost; that she couldn’t walk; that she couldn’t talk, and being in a mental condition dangerous to herself and to her friends
That afterwards, and on or about the 23d day of December, 1898, upon the petition of the defendant Adelaide Hamilton, dated on that day, proceedings were duly instituted in the Supreme Court of the State of New York, in New York County, for the purpose of inquiring as to the lunacy of said Alice Hamilton, and such proceedings were there upon had and taken in said matter that on or about the 16th day of January, 1899, said Alice Hamilton was found by the jury impaneled in such case, to be a lunatic of unsound mind, suffering from chronic melancholia, not having lucid intervals and was incompetent, in consequence of such lunacy, to manage herself and her affairs, and which finding was, on or about the 27th day of January, 1899, duly confirmed by the order of the Supreme Court, made in said proceeding on that day and in and by which order said defendant, Ade laide Hamilton, was appointed the committee of the person of said Alice Hamilton and the defendant, William Pierson Hamilton, was appointed the committee of the estate of said Alice Hamilton.
Basically this whole court case is the family trying to figure out what is to be done about her property and belongings after she’s died. But it does provide insight about her mental condition. Apparently she was deducted to have been suffering from chronic melancholia, which is “a mental condition marked by persistent depression and ill-founded fears.”. Alice believed she was dead, and everyone around her was too. She had hallucinations like seeing God and the devil, and these visions telling her she had committed unforgivable sins. Another newspaper says;
Dr. Austin Flint, who examined Miss Hamilton at Pleasantville on December 13, states, in an affidavit, that it required considerable persuasion on his part to induce her to answer questions or to engage her in conversation but finally she told him that she was dead, and that she and the persons around her were dead. This seemed to be her chief delusion. He states that she is suffering from chronic melancholia, with delusions, and that she is incapable of caring for herself or her estate.
Source — The evening times, [December 28, 1898], Pg. 5
And it even brings up Alexander too;
Charges of insanity were made against Gen. Alexander Hamilton, a brother of Miss Alice Hamilton, in 1893, by his wife. She alleged that he was irresponsible for his acts and had frequently threatened to kill her. At her request Judge Dykman 1 appointed a commission to inquire into Gen. Hamilton’s mental condition. It developed then that the general and his wife had lived unhappily for years, and it was hinted that her charges were perhaps prompted by malice. Later Mrs. Hamilton withdrew her complaint and she and her husband became reconciled.
It doesn’t appear that Alice showed any signs of mental illness as a child, the correspondence with her siblings seems affectionate and normal. [x] And she seems to have been close with her brother, Laurens Hamilton. [x] It’s eerily similar to Angelica’s case, but there isn’t much to actually deduct what happened here or anything.
I like to think this is what working with Dottore is like
Dottore in high society:
Nobles cannot deal with him. It makes it worse that Pantalone occasionally brings him to their galas and such, like some sort of deranged chihuahua with anger issues. He's just so... insane. They can't get through a conversation without him staring into their soul and making threats about how he's going to cut out their livers and mash them into pulps. He's also the Second Harbinger, which makes it even more terrifying, because he can and will do so. Pantalone has to reassure them that his psychotic creature will not mutilate them, it's normal for him to say things like that. They are not convinced.
Among the ranks, absolutely no one wants to work for Dottore. They literally have to pick people to work under him, these poor lads don't want anything to do with the psychopath that's going "hee hee hoo" in the corner and chews on furniture when he's angry. You will suffer psychological damage under his orders, no doubt about it. Therapy is usually recommended after working for him for more than a day.
There's a reason he goes for weeks on end in the lab. No one wants to risk their fingers or their sanity trying to drag him out.
All my respect to Pantalone having to put up with that. He a real one fr
Takin one for the team
Laurens in October 1780 when Hamilton brought him a picture of Eliza Schuyler as a birthday gift (x)
show, don't tell:
anticipation - bouncing legs - darting eyes - breathing deeply - useless / mindless tasks - eyes on the clock - checking and re-checking
frustration - grumbling - heavy footsteps - hot flush - narrowed eyes - pointing fingers - pacing / stomping
sadness - eyes filling up with tears - blinking quickly - hiccuped breaths - face turned away - red / burning cheeks - short sentences with gulps
happiness - smiling / cheeks hurting - animated - chest hurts from laughing - rapid movements - eye contact - quick speaking
boredom - complaining - sighing - grumbling - pacing - leg bouncing - picking at nails
fear - quick heartbeat - shaking / clammy hands - pinching self - tuck away - closing eyes - clenched hands
disappointment - no eye contact - hard swallow - clenched hands - tears, occasionally - mhm-hmm
tiredness - spacing out - eyes closing - nodding head absently - long sighs - no eye contact - grim smile
confidence - prolonged eye contact - appreciates instead of apologizing - active listening - shoulders back - micro reactions
Clone Dottore: I thought you said I looked like a million mora in this outfit!
OG Dottore: No. I said you are worth a million mora, because that's how much it cost to make you. You look like a weirdo in that fairy get-up.
Clone Dottore: You picked this out for me!!! It's from your closet!
Pantalone asking Anastasiy how school/socialising is going
"Then tell them that you do have a mother, and he's very irritating."
"...You're never going to let the funding thing go, are you?"
"No."
Imagine Dottore's clones all going out to celebrate something(a birthday, a holiday, succes in research etc.)
Imagine being a poor restourant employee trying to serve like 30 near identical looking people at once while they're all talking over eachother and fighting
Imagine being another worker or employee watching all of that happen
As someone who works in the restaurant industry this would be an absolute nightmare.
The occasion would probably be a breakthrough, given how ecstatic Dottore gets about those. So he rounds up the clones, herds them out the door, and takes them for a celebratory dinner because Pantalone will kick his ass if he doesn't.
When they come in, it's like a crowd from a football game is in the restaurant, and it takes ten minutes of bickering and scraping chairs for them all to get settled, because they keep fighting over the "optimal seating locations". Prime sits at the head of the table, because he's basically the dad ordering for his army of gremlins, and they all order vastly different things- this poor waiter has no clue what's going on, there's ten pages of oddly specific orders and they want to cry.
The worst part is that Dottore forgets his money, and has to call Pantalone to come pay for everything. So now the restaurant employees have to deal with him and his arson horde for another hour because Pantalone is not speedy in the slightest.
That's the largest bill the restaurant ever did see, and everyone's glad when they finally leave.
One of the most fearsome Fatui Harbingers.
(I saw THIS and couldn't help, sorry not sorry)
Childe parents 💉🔪
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I have no idea how to explain this but i feel like Pantalone would love Inscryption
He's obsessed with poker and card games in general, and Dottore playing cards is a horror show in itself.
Oh no I did it again! The boys suffer together!
These poor lads. I think they'll need therapy after this one.
my friend i will shred your teeth.i dont know why i offered to write you a fic when i hate writing angst can i instead tempt you over to the fluff side
You may tempt me. And you can try to shred my teeth, but you'll have to remove my fingers to stop me... 😏
You'll be hunted for the pain you have caused us
Ready your tables fellow humans, for I have
sinned and made something really qngsty!
Babytorre suffers.
What have you done
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don't let your skill in writing deter you. publishers look for the storyline, not always excellent writing. many of the greatest books came from mediocre writers—and also excellent and terrible ones.
keep writing even when it sucks. you don't know how to write this battle scene yet? skip ahead. write [battle scene here] and continue. in the end, you'll still have a book—and you can fill in the blanks later.
find your motivation. whether it's constantly updating That One Friend or posting your progress, motivation is key.
write everything down. everything. you had the perfect plot appear to you in a dream? scribble down everything you can remember as so as you can. I like to keep cue cards on my nightstand just in case.
play with words. titles, sentences, whatever. a lot of it will probably change either way, so this is the perfect opportunity to try out a new turn of phrase—or move along on one you're not quite sure clicks yet.
explain why, don't tell me. if something is the most beautiful thing a character's ever laid eyes on, describe it—don't just say "it's beautiful".
ask for critique. you will always be partial to your writing. getting others to read it will almost always provide feedback to help you write even better.
stick to the book—until they snap. write a character who is disciplined, courteous, and kind. make every interaction to reinforce the reader's view as such. but when they're left alone, when their closest friend betrays them, when the world falls to their feet...make them finally break.
magic. has. limits. there is no "infinite well" for everyone to draw from, nor "infinite spells" that have been discovered. magic has a price. magic has a limit. it takes a toll on the user—otherwise why can't they simply snap their fingers and make everything go their way?
read, read, read. reading is the source of inspiration.
first drafts suck. and that's putting it gently. ignoring all the typos, unfinished sentences, and blatant breaking of each and every grammar rules, there's still a lot of terrible. the point of drafts is to progress and make it better: it's the sketch beneath an oil painting. it's okay to say it's not great—but that won't mean the ideas and inspiration are not there. first drafts suck, and that's how you get better.
write every day. get into the habit—one sentence more, or one hundred pages, both will train you to improve.
more is the key to improvement. more writing, more reading, more feedback, and you can only get better. writing is a skill, not a talent, and it's something that grows with you.
follow the rules but also scrap them completely. as barbossa wisely says in PotC, "the code is more what you'd call 'guidelines' than actual rules". none of this is by the book, as ironic as that may be.
write for yourself. I cannot stress this enough. if what you do is not something you enjoy, it will only get harder. push yourself, but know your limits. know when you need to take a break, and when you need to try again. write for yourself, and you will put out your best work.
I feel as if I should clarify: these are what has helped me grow and improve in my writing. things I remind myself or that I try to do. nothing here is 'required' to be a good writer <3
Considering Dottore makes clones do you think he made clone sonas of some of the harbingers for fun
Even better: He has sock puppets of the other Harbingers and occasionally just does stupid reenactments of things he thinks they would do.
So far, Pantalone, Scaramouche, and Tartaglia's have gotten the most use, because Dottore likes to make fun of them the most. There's been duels with butterknives, "gory" deaths, and whole mock arguments. There's googly eyes glued to most of them (Pierre's eye flew off at some point and Dottore has no idea where it went), and there's even a little helmet for Capitano's, made of old ruin guards parts.
At one point, Pantalone visits and finds Dottore in the middle of a wild swordfight between Capitano and Tartaglia. They just stare at each other for a minute, the sock puppets dyed slightly red with a mystery substance, until Pantalone finally gives in and awkwardly backs out.
There's a mutual agreement between the two to not speak of this. Ever.
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Dottore's special dish is a cold, poorly put togheter ham and cheese sandwich with a pathetic slice of lettuce
Approved!
There's never a well cooked one though. It's always "suspicious ham sandwich". If you feed it to any of the party members other than Dottore, they start taking damage.
Meanwhile Dottore gets a 150% damage increase.