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vivendraws · 2 months
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her bonnie on the side… makes me a sad, sad girl.
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vamp!jane murdstone and my friend’s oc camille…. im melting IM MELTING ✨💘 i don’t know what the colour red is you guys, that’s just jane the walking flag pole (‘high heel shoes make you six feet tall’, the weeknd once said). 🙈✨✨🧚‍♀️
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birdnt · 1 year
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pixlriffs calls his copper ager his "child"... but what if it was an actual child?
" david and dadriffs "
edit: i got. my first ever cc notice on twt. i henceforth pledge my allegiance to pixlriffs he is all-generous and kind
part 2 where david meets grian
(story hc: In the Golden Age of the Ancient Capital, its scholars would seek eternal youth, experimenting on orphans for the “greater good”. But when they created a child who aged the world at the touch, they were quick to discard it, not knowing they threw away the very thing they were looking for. Centuries later, an archeologist finds the infant in ruin, his most precious discovery yet...)
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wedgeantill · 3 months
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period drama + bath scenes
Asterix Obelix Mission Cleopatra (2002)
The English Patient (1996)
David Copperfield (1999)
Marrowbone (2017)
Penny Dreadful (2014–2016)
Stardust (2007)
Nightmare Alley (2021)
Dangerous Beauty (1998)
Peter Pan (2003)
Crimson Peak (2015)
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jadewolf22 · 6 days
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Storm Clouds
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Young!Fem!Reader x Jane Murdstone (platonic)
Warnings: Bullying, mildly toxic workplace, mentions of childhood trauma & abusive parents, PTSD, panic attacks, mentions of yelling & harsh language (not directed at reader), ect… 
Summary:  When Jane Murdstone hired you as her personal maid she had no idea just how well you would fill the role. After several months under her employment Jane can't help but hold you in high regard, something that strikes a chord in the maids who'd come before you. Eventually this bitter jealousy leads a few of the maids to take matters in their owns hands... and do their best in an attempt to get rid of you.
A/n:  This story is the result of my first request. Thank you so much to @reddragon30000 for the promtp. I highly doubt this story does it justice but I've done the best I can. Hope you enjoy!!
A/n: Sorry there's almost no actual dialogue in here!! My dumbass brain didn't seem to think that the story needed it for some reason!!
When Jane had hired you as her personal maid her expectations were quite low as the rest of the staff under her employment was, in her opinion, completely incompetent. Yet, she quickly realised that you were nothing like the rest of the maids. Despite your young age you were rather attentive, respectful, and and an extremely hard worker. Unlike her maids in the past, you took no pleasure in gossip and did everything asked of you with a smile on your face. Though Jane would never admit it aloud, she had grown quite fond of you. Seeing your bright, cheerful face always seemed to make her day just a little bit better.
But, unbenounced to both Jane and yourself, the other maids despised you. They felt it was unfair for Jane to hold you in such high regard and to be fairly pleasant towards you after only a few months of employment when most of them had been their for years and had never recieved such treatment.
One day a few of the maids came up with a plan to get rid of you, hoping their antics would scare you enough to make you leave. They waited until Jane had left for the day before asking you to accom-pany them down to the pantry down in the cellar. You agreed, oblivious to what the girls had in store. They lead you down to the pantry, insisting you go in first. Seeing the small space made you hesitate, but at their persistence you entered, dread flooding you when the girls began to laugh cruelly. You turned, horrified as the girls closed the door and you heard the lock click into place.
You pounded on the door and began to scream, pleading with the girls to let you out, but they were already gone. Tears spilled down your face as you continued your assult on the door, memories of the hours you'd spent locked in the closet of your childhood home flooding your mind. You screamed until your throat felt as if it were being ripped apart before sinking to the ground, crying as you silently prayed for someone to find you.
When Jane returned home that evening she was surprised to find almost all of the tasks she'd assigned you incomplete and to learn that you'd been gone most of the day. Every employee she spoke with said that they had not seen you since that morning. When she entered your room your things were in the usual spot so she knew you had not run off. Worry slowly setting in, Jane began to search the house, anger filling her with every minute you remained missing.
When the rest of the house and grounds had been searched, Jane made her way down to the cellar. She thought it was unlikely for you to be down there but she was running out of places to search.
You heard someone coming down the cellar stairs and, praying that it was not one the maids who'd trapped you down there, you began to shout again, pounding on the door though your hands ached. When it opened you didn't bother to properly look at the figure on the other side, rushing forwards and throwing yourself into your savior.
Jane, who had not at all been expecting you to throw yourself at her, nearly toppled over when the two of you collided, managing to remain upright by keeping a firm grasp on the door handle. Her other arm wrapped around your waist in a sort of half-hug, relief washing over her. She stepped back to take a look at you, pure rage slowly transforming her features. Your fingertips were bloody from clawing at the door and the sides of your hands were swollen and beginning to bruise. Your body shook like a leaf in a storm and your eyes were bloodshot from the hours you'd spent crying.
The anger in Jane's eyes was something you'd never seen and when she went to speak you expected her to be harsh and angry with you, yet when she spoke to you it was in a kinder, much softer tone then you'd ever heard her use before.
"Let's go upstairs and get you cleaned up," she insisted, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "Then I want you to tell me exactly what happened."
"Y-yes, m'lady." you choked out, allowing Jane to guide you upstairs.
You kept your head down as Jane guided you through the house, hoping no one would notice your current state. Beside you, Jane was fuming, though trying to keep her rage in check for your sake. She knew what being in small spaces did to you, you'd accidentally brou-ght up the topic of your abusive parents when she'd first hired you, something you'd thought hoped she'd forgotten about, though she never did.
It caught you off guard when you realized Jane wasn't taking you to your room, but to her personal quarters. You were never permitted to be in there unless you were helping Jane or she's told you to get something for her, yet here she was, guiding into her room with a gentle, yet firm arm around your shoulders, instructing you to sit on her bed.
"Give me your hands," she demanded, keeping her voice gentle as she moved to sit beside you on the mattress.
Reluctantly you did so, watching Jane's mask fall away to reveal a look of pure rage as she inspected your hands. Her blue eyes matched the color of the storm clouds gathering outside, her jaw was clenched and her brows were furrowed as she ghosted her hands over your bruised, swollen skin. She excused herself for a moment, retreating to the bathroom across the hall to take a moment to compose herself, grabbing some antiseptic and wraps for your hands before returning. You were surprised by how gentle Jane was with you as she bandaged your hands but you anticipated that it would not last long. Surely she would berate you for being stupid enough to allow yourself to get locked in the cellar, after all, your parents had punished you for less. When she was done you waited for your scolding, but it never came. Jane simply sat there for a moment, allowing silence to blanket the two of you.
"Thank-" you couldn't help but cringe how hoarse your voice sounded, clearing your throat before trying again, "Thank you, m'lady."
"You're welcome, darling." she returned, pausing for a moment before asking, "Who did this to you, y/n?"
You started to tremble again, tears filling your eyes as you remembered the looks on the girls faces as they closed the door on you. Between sobs, you managed to choke out the girl's names and once you had Jane excused herself again, anger radiating from every cell in her body as she marched down to the kitchen where the girls had been assigned for the evening.
The three were beyond terrified when Jane confronted them, cowering meekly as she screamed at them, going so far as to call them "narcissistic little bitches" before declaring that they had until morning to "pack their shit" and leave.
Having found an outlet for her anger, Jane returned to her room to find you lying, out cold, on the edge of her bed. Chuckling softly despite herself, Jane carefully rolled you away from the edge, watching you carefully until you woke, informing you that she had "removed the girls from her employment" and nearly smiling at the look of relief the news brought to your face.
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bloodybarbrawl · 12 days
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hyodyton · 2 months
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pemberlaey · 2 months
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nobody does chapter titles like charles dickens
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notinmyvocab · 1 month
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When her mother remarries, Felicity Copperfield must confront trouble. And trouble's name is Murdstone.
Read Here
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fuckyeahcostumedramas · 10 months
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Dev Patel as David Copperfield in The Personal History of David Copperfield (Film, 2019).
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David Copperfield Quiz with Richard.
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jamiemegad3thnot · 6 days
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Gender? More like, give me EXACTLY what Dev Patel has (*in a totally non-threatening way*)
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birdnt · 1 year
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lore -> hermits are immortal and aren’t affected by david’s ageing power
“ david afk session w/ grian ”
part 1
david’s wardrobe change was inspired by @/OliveInABox and @/viridianartist ’s designs on twt
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latenightsushi · 1 month
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“Trifles make the sum of life.”
- Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
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omercifulheaves · 6 months
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Terror Train (1980)
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darubyprincx · 8 months
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so when oli went around asking people for parenting advice and went to pix, pix introduced david IV as an example and i KNOW he said the words "my son" somewhere but i dont remember exactly when its 7am i slept for five hours last night. anyways im just thinking about that. local archaeologist and his adopted machine. doesnt even have to be officially adopted he just went "ah, a kid. well looks like nobody's around to take care of them so" and then got very attached
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hyodyton · 2 months
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nicholas nickleby x david copperfield x pip
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