Sometimes I need to make a random piece of art to turn off my anxiety and remind myself I can draw. So I finally decided to draw the twins, Tia and Mia in their costumes they wore for Halloween. In other words, what we were actually wore for Halloween this year ^^ So here they are. Tia is Alice from American Mcgee’s “Alice Madness Returns” and Mia is dressed as Eliza Hamilton from the musical “Hamilton”. Hope you all enjoy it!

Hamilton Things

- Historically and in the play, Philip died at the age of 19. He lived through 19 songs in the play (Dear Theodosia through Stay Alive [Reprise])

- In his duel with George Eacker, Philip is shot on the count of seven, which is coincidentally the number he changed the melody on during his piano lessons

- “Mom, I’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me” - perhaps this is a reference to his piano lessons when he was younger. Eliza taught him to count. Philip believes he miscounted, he believes that it was his fault he was shot on what he thought was the count of seven.

- Hamilton died at the age of 47. Including the Laurens Interlude, there are 47 songs in the musical.

- The ensemble member who plays Philip Schuyler, who gives Hamilton his blessing to marry Eliza, also plays James Reynolds, who blackmails Hamilton for sleeping with his wife, Maria.

- The “I know my sister like I know my own mind” line is sung twice by Angelica, once in Satisfied and once in The Reynolds Pamphlet, both with very seperate connotations.

- Hamilton is the first to introduce more intricate, polysyllabic raps (My Shot) as opposed to the simple beats used by Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette, showing his intellectual ability and innovation.

- “Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead” is directly followed by Laurens introducing himself.

- Jefferson sings in a jazzy tune because he has been away for so long and therefore missed the transition from jazz to hip hop. However, he quickly adapts as shown in Cabinet Battle #1.

- Lafayette’s increasing grasp on the English language is shown when comparing his verses in Aaron Burr, Sir and Guns and Ships.

- Angelica is the first to sing “look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now”, which Eliza continues to use throughout her life.

- Angelica raps at Hamilton’s speed because she is his intellectual equal. Eliza beatboxes because she supports him.

- “When my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverence”/ “I take the children to church on Sunday, I sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before”. Philip’s death drove Hamilton to religion, giving him something to rely on other than his words for the first time.

- Eliza doesn’t rap because she is quite literally given the most time, she lives to be 97.

- Not only did Eliza establish the orphanage, she also helped to establish the first school in Washington Heights. Lin could have included the words “in Washington Heights” as a reference to his other musical, but decided against it.

A short story based off of “Stay Alive (Reprise)” from Hamilton, with the lyrics as the only dialogue.

I hope you guys like it and I apologize for any mistakes! I am also taking requests. ~ M

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“Where is my son?” Tears threatened to spill as Alexander burst through the door, startling the doctor inside. He had heard the news and collapsed out of shock, but nonetheless ran towards Angelica’s home as if he was running out of time.
“Mr. Hamilton, come in,” Dr. Hosack said, attempting to keep his voice level. He had bandaged Phillip and given him medicine but his attempts to save the nineteen-year-old were futile, he knew this well. “They brought him in a half an hour ago, he lost a lot of blood on—”
“Is he alive?” Alexander’s voice grew more panicked, stepping towards the other man with frenzied brown eyes.
“Yes,” He replied hesitantly, feeling guilty as he saw a flicker of hope in Alexander’s eyes. His child was, in fact, alive, but he wouldn’t be for long. “But you have to understand, the bullet entered just above his hip and lodged in his right arm.”
A graze he could fix. A graze would heal eventually. But the young man’s organs were severely damaged, and all Dr. Hosack could do now was ensure that his family was well-informed of the situation and offer condolences.
“Can I see him please?” Alexander’s voice broke at the last word, grabbing onto the doctor’s forearms in a desperate attempt to steady his own shaking body. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be. His poor boy.
“I’m doing everything I can, but the wound was already infected when he arrived—” The man attempted to stop Alexander from entering, knowing very well that the sight of their dying child is something that parents never overcome. But to no avail, the shorter man pushed past him hurriedly, running into the other room where his handsome young son lay on a table, dying.
“Philip!” The tears fell freely now, clouding Alexander’s vision as he took his son’s body in his hands, brushing aside his curly brown hair.
“Pa…” Philip’s once lively voice was now weak, barely a whisper above Alexander’s screeching thoughts. He looked up at his father and frowned slightly, feeling as though he had disappointed him in losing the duel. All he wanted was to make his father proud. “I did exactly as you said, Pa. I held my head up high.”
“I know, I know, shh.” Alexander stroked his son’s face lovingly, burning the image of it into his mind, lest he dare forget.
“High..” Philip said weakly, wanting to show Alexander that he followed his advice, he did what he was told.
“Shh.. I know, you did everything just right.” Alexander’s heart weighed in his chest. It was all his fault. It was his words that encouraged Philip’s participation in the duel. It was his advice that his son shoot towards the sky, the mark of a man of honor. It was one of his guns that George Eacker used — it was one of his guns that shot his Philip.
“Even before we got to ten,” Philip began, furrowing his brows as he looked his father in the eye. “I was aiming for the sky.”
“I know, I know.” He cried, at a loss for words. He never thought the day would come, but as he looked down at his son, much too young to die, he found it hard to formulate words as nothing he said could make this better.
“I was aiming for the sky.” The nineteen-year-old winced, his freckled face contorting into a harsh grimace as a new wave of pain shot through his body.
Alexander grew frantic, steadying his grip on his son. “I know, save your strength and stay alive.”
“No!” Eliza’s pained screams echoed throughout the room as she rushed to Philip’s side and helped to hold him, tears streaming down her gentle face.
“Eliza..” Alexander breathed, another weight being added to his already heavy heart. Their relationship had become strained as of late due to the Reynolds Pamphlet, detailing his affair with a young woman named Maria Reynolds that resulted in blackmail from her husband James. He had published it as an act of political sacrifice, as a way to refute rumors of embezzlement, but in saving himself he had ruined his family. Not only had he betrayed his wife, breaking his promise made several years prior that Eliza would never feel helpess, he had embarassed her by telling the world.
“Is he breathing, is he going to survive this?” She cried, frantically checking over her son and gasping as she saw his bloodstained shirt.
“Who did this, Alexander,” Eliza’s melodic voice grew into a distressed shout as her head snapped towards her husband, “Did you know?”
“Mom, I’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me.” Philip reached up and grabbed his mother’s arm, crying as he realized what he was putting his mother through. She had always instructed him to look around at how lucky he was to be alive, that as long as he and his father came home at the end of the day, that was enough for her. Now it was nearing dusk, and he knew that he would not be coming home. For this he blamed himself, cursing in his mind as he thought back to the duel a day prior. He was shot at the count of seven, and yet the thought lingered in his mind that maybe he had miscounted. He was certainly nervous, and miscounting would be a logical explanation as to why he never saw the bullet coming. He found his mind drifting back to his earliest memory, of him seated in his mother’s lap as she counted to him in French. A year or so later he began to repeat her words, with her shrieking with excitement as he did so. She had taught him how to count, and he had forgotten.
“My son —” Eliza sobbed, grabbing his hand that lay across his chest.
“We played piano.” He smiled a bit as he remembered his ninth birthday.
“I taught you piano.” She affirmed, nodding solemnly as the memory filled her thoughts. Philip had come up to her that day, determined to write his father a poem to impress him. She insisted that, because a poem flowed much like music, she would teach him the scales on a piano and enable him to be inspired. But he had grown nervous when the time came to show Alexander, so she had created a beat using her mouth to remind him of her lesson, and he had performed the poem beautifully.
“You would put your hands on mine.” He glanced down at his hand in Eliza’s.
“You changed the melody every time.” She sniffled.
“I would always change the line.” He chuckled weakly, attempting to lighten the otherwise dark mood.
“Shh, I know, I know..” Eliza’s voice sounded hollow. Her son was dying, her baby. This isn’t fair. Mothers always die before sons, not the other way around. Her beautiful baby boy had barely even gotten to live.
“I would always change the line.” He whispered, his hazel eyes beginning to grow glassy.
“Shh, I know, I know,” She repeated, wanted her son to be as soothed as possible in his final moments. She began to count, “Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf.”
“Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit neuf.” Philip repeated feebly, reaching up and rubbing circles on his mother’s cheek with his thumb.
“Good,” she sobbed, plastering a pained smile onto her face as her tears fell onto Philip’s face. “Un deus trois quatre cinq six sept —”
“Un deux trois..” Philip’s hand went limp as his voice faded and the darkness overcame him.
“Huit neuf,” Eliza had continued her counting but struggled to do so as she sobbed. “Sept huit neuf. Sept huit.”
An overwhelmed shriek escaped her lips as she hunched over her son’s unmoving figure, an unbearable pain in her chest. Her baby was gone. She felt Alexander’s hand on hers, but she ripped it away angrily and enveloped Philip’s limp hand in her own as she pressed kisses to it. Nothing he could do would make it better, nothing anyone could do would make any of this better.
Her Philip was dead.

After watching Hamilton on Disney+ I just had to sketch Alexander and Eliza A bit more shading to add to the coat and dress. I can’t get the songs out of my head

The most important thing I took from Hamilton and more specifically, Eliza, is that I should never call someone a bitch or a whore or a slut unless I have to (I.e they’ve personally done something to me), so whenever I get irritated over someone online or a celebrity is being shitty, I never call them derogatory terms because Eliza would be disappointed.

I was listening to From Now On from The Greatest Showman and saw this comment

It’s official, the Hamilton movie with the OBC cast is coming to theatres October 15th 2021!!!!!!

Has anyone else noticed that in Helpless the part where Eliza sings “Yes mummy, that boy is mine” and in Burn where she sings “With only the memories of when you were mine”

THERE IS A STRONG EMPHASIS ON “mine” IN BOTH SONGS AND ELIZA HOLDS THE NOTE FOR A LONG TIME!!!!

The first time when she fell in love with Alexander and the second time when he broke her heart.

Giotto’s lamentation but with Eliza and Philip for my art history class

I’m erasing myself from the narrative

Favorite Lyrics Hamilton Act 2 Edition

What’d I Miss- ‘cause he’s been kicking ass as the ambassador to France

Cabinet Battle #1- hey, turn around, bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits

Take A Break- “My dearest Angelica”/ with a comma after “dearest”/ you’ve written: “my dearest, Angelica”

Say No To This- if you pay/ you can stay

The Room Where It Happens- the pieces that are sacrificed in every game of chess

Schuyler Defeated- beware, if goeth before the fall

Cabinet Battle #2- do whatever you want, I’m super dead

Washington On Your Side- southern motherfucking democratic republican

One Last Time- I’m stepping down, I’m not running for President

I Know Him- Jesus Christ, this will be fun!

The Adams Administration- as long as he can hold a pen, he’s a threat

We Know- ha, you don’t even know what you’re asking me to confess

Hurricane-we were sick and she was holding me/ I couldn’t seem to die

The Reynolds Pamphlet- I’m not here for you

Burn-you sleep in your office instead

Blow Us All Away- the ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops

Stay Alive (Reprise)- I would always change the line

It’s Quiet Uptown- I never liked the quiet before

Election of 1800- Jefferson has beliefs. Burr has none

Your Obedient Servant- the only common thread has been your disrespect

Best of Wives and Best of Women- come back to sleep

The World Was Wide Enough- I survived but I paid for it

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story- and when my time is up/ have I done enough

Favorite Lyrics Hamilton Act 1 Edition

Alexander Hamilton- And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him

Aaron Burr, Sir- if you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?

My Shot- I’m past patiently waiting/ I’m passionately smashing every expectation/ every action’s an act of creation

The Story Of Tonight- something they can never take away

The Schuyler Sisters- I’m a trust fund, baby you can trust me

Farmer Refuted- why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?

You’ll Be Back- I’ll kill your friends and family to remind of my love

Right Hand Man- Dying is easy, young man; living is harder

A Winter’s Ball- if you can marry a sister, you’re rich son/ is it a question of if, Burr, or which one?

Helpless-And long as I’m alive, Eliza, swear to God you’ll never feel so helpless

Satisfied-Atleast my dear Eliza’s his wife/ atleast I keep his eyes in my life

The Story of Tonight (Reprise)- if the Tomcat can get married (if Alexander can get married)/ there’s hope for our ass, after all!

Wait For It- what’s it like in his shoes?/ Hamilton doesn’t hesitate

Stay Alive- we have resorted to eating our horses

Ten Duel Commandments- pray that Hell or Heaven lets you in

Meet Me Inside- call me son one more time-!

That Would Be Enough- but you deserve a chance to meet your son

Guns and Ships- ev’ryone give it up for America’s favorite fighting Frenchman!

History Has Its Eyes On You- you have no control/ who lives, who dies, who tells your story

Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down)- when you knock me down I get the fuck back up again

What Comes Next- you cheat with the French/ now I’m fighting with France and with Spain

Dear Theodosia- when you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart

Non-Stop-Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed/ for the notion of a nation that we now get to build

phillip: my parents were fighting and I thought they were rap battling so I came in and started beat boxing.

thelittlelionofvalleyforge:

Ok because @littlewritingrabbit got me thinking about it again, for comparison when Hamilton commissioned a portrait of himself for Eliza it was 4.4 x 3.5cm, the portrait Steuben gave North was 126.4 × 105.1cm.

Because you guys loved Renée the Human Monopod She’s back!!!

⭐The OBC Schuyler Sisters x The Great Minds Behind Hamilton⭐

I don’t know what’s going on with all the lams and hamliza shippers coming together but I’m into it.

Bad quality Hamilton colour wheel because I have too much time on my hands