that feel when you realize that you’ve written a whole fic, you’ve started the sequel, and you’ve also just written a drabble/cut scene that’s going to pull everyone’s heart out through their ass when they read it for canon reasons
*Blinks* I – think I just finished the monster fic. I mean, there’s still the sequel to go. And there’s an ominous post-script I’m thinking of adding to Fic 1 (and I’m still not happy with the title – I would really like something storm related since I’m playing with weather imagery pretty much throughout) but I think the giant monster fic of doom is done. I’m going to sit here and be shocked for a second and then I’m going to do one final edit to the last chapters and then maybe – post? Maybe the first two chapters or so, because I don’t want to put the whole thing up at once.
This is amazing. I’ve never actually had something this far finished before posting it, with the exception of the short pieces I’ve done for this fandom before.
I’m reading back over my notes and half of them read like requests to the characters. Thomas, don’t do tha- too late. James, you little shit, don’t you dare – ah hell. James Alexander Norrington if you do that so help me -! Being a writer is kind of like herding cats.
Uggggh, this chapter is kicking my ass. Every time I think I’ve got a handle on it it twists and becomes something new and I’m still such utter crap at writing Eleanor but I’m getting better because she’s clever. And precocious.
It’s slightly concerning. One minute they were supposed to be having a casual chat and the next I find Thomas kind of doing the aw look at her she’s cute and rude and needs an outlet for all that intelligence. Next thing I know he’ll be tossing books her way.
*Blinks* I was working on a chapter. I was working on a chapter, and I turned my back on my characters for two seconds, and Thomas has decided to effectively take Eleanor on as a pupil/business partner. The two blond terrors with horrible parental units have met and now they’re plotting. Shit.
I don’t know what it is about Thomas that makes me go aww, I wish you were my OC, bb, so nb else would hurt you!!! lmao, I’m not usually like this, but anyway, I keep seeing that the prevalent opinion of his Bedlam experiences is that he was flogged bc flogging is the ultimate awful 18th century shit or smth. A book on 18th century pornography says that yes, the 18th century English were even more obsessed with flogging than an average fandom person (it was supposd to LOL cure impotency, among other things!), but:
and
The Physician in his exact time was a Dr. Tyson, but he is mentioned elsewhere also as not a famous flogger.
so while this (The History of Bedlam, Andrews) is just one source and I in no way have a time machine, I like to think that the place wasn’t Game of Thrones brutal, but realistically brutal:
and for me, realistic brutality is not that he was beaten or physically abused beyond the chains and the dark (YES OFC AWFUL AND HUMILIATING) – it was that he was finally treated as a literal madman, after decades of being too ahead of his time. It was more a mad wife in the attic situation than torture porn. Because the opposite, imho, feels like a disservice to his character. But I think the show did well not showing us anything after he is taken away.
Another argument against direct physical abuse is that his body doesn’t belong to him again – it belongs to his father. Alfred would’ve wanted him made obedient, but he wouldn’t have wanted his own flesh and blood abused by third parties. Flogging scars are like slave brands – and you bet Alfred didn’t actually want him marked up, bc why waste a heir before you try to “reform” him? also, servants would talk.
I’m absolutely not attacking anyone, I just felt the sudden and uncontrollable need to justify my own headcanons to myself 🙂
If we want to be historically accurate, there’s no need for flogging in order for Terrible Things to Happen ™. Some of the favored “treatments” of the time included baths so cold the patient’s extremities would go numb, bleeding, purges of the intestinal tract, and physical isolation. Patients were definitely chained if and when they proved uncontrollable, and there was little in the way of sanitation (backed up sewers, flea-infested straw on the floors, lack of decent clothing/clean clothing). There was also a lack of decent food/enough food for those patients not being regularly supplied by family members/their local parish. Patients were, in fact, turned away if it was felt they couldn’t physically handle the treatment they would be undergoing and some did die of it, it was that severe. If you want historically accurate mistreatment, there’s plenty of material to be had without using flogging. Of course, even the source quoted above admits that what was recommended and what actually happened may have been two separate things, given the several times that staff were investigated for using excessive force and the couple of literary references we have that claim that beatings were in fact a thing, even if they were in no way condoned by the Governors or the head physician at the time. I also tend to side-eye the official court findings of the time, given the prevalent tendency (even today) to disregard the mentally ill when they tell someone they’re being abused.
I’m really glad you reblogged this/started this convo bc I ofc forgot to put the right trigger warnings! (or any) /sigh
anyway, I don’t want to add historically innacurate abuse when there is already plenty of confirmed one BUT
I also don’t want to describe any of it ‘on screen’. I’ve recently seen a great meta on the movie Fury Road, where the OP pointed out how we’re shown the women dealing with abuse consequences and surviving. So I want to show the psychological consequences of chains & lack of sanitation & cold baths &….
without writing any graphic flashbacks! This is the tricky part for me. So far I’ve avoided writing anything like this but I don’t want to completely ignore it either. I’m still trying to find the plausible balance. And in the end, emotionally satisfying reading >>> accuracy for me BUT I also can’t handle glaring errors, esp when they add torture to torture scenarios
Makes sense now? 🙂
Oh yeah, absolutely. Sorry if that came across as a pitch for on-screen abuse – it definitely wasn’t meant to be since, as you said, when it comes to Thomas, it’s a case of no, not my baby. Sorry, I’m kind of working on a mini-sequel to CfS, so I’m tossing around my own headcanons re: Bethlem and trying to work in what I want to do with historical accuracy.
oh, a sequel sounds great! looking forward to it 😀 So yeah we’re having same kind of woes 😀 I’m trying to balance out what I want to write without going Disney by accident so that was the main source of my frustration in the end, together with the wild urge to give Thomas ALL the blankets!
Thanks! It kind of hit me out of nowhere, mental images and all. I will say this – as a character, Thomas Hamilton has got a mind of his own and he’s stubborn as anything.
Oh Gods, yes – he would be so angry. And I kind of want to see what Billy does when he realizes that he’s angry at Flint, sure, but he didn’t want him dead. Does he help? Does he use his knowledge of Naval practice to help Miranda and Gates, albeit somewhat reluctantly because whatever else he might be, Flint is part of Billy’s crew and arguably the man who saved him from slavery? If Admiral Hennessy is involved, does he reluctantly condemn him, or does he turn a blind eye to help him escape (because I have complicated headcanon about Hennessy. So much complicated headcanon. Specifically, I don’t think he actually much cared about him being gay. I think he loved him like a son and did what he could to force him to leave London and get away from Alfred Hamilton, and said what he had to toward that end. Not that I think that excuses it, but I don’t think he’s as black and white as he looks at first glance, either.)
*Stares in despair at Chapter Seven* How are you 13 pages? How?