#magwitch

[vlolets]

look upon this shiny fool

[bwthornton]

Moorcroft Pottery 121/14 Magwitch Vase Vicky Lovatt A Limited Edition of 15 #moorcroft #pottery #magwitch #vickylovatt #art #StratforduponAvon

Moorcroft Pottery 121/14 Magwitch Vase Vicky Lovatt A Limited Edition of 15 #moorcroft #pottery #magwitch #vickylovatt #art #StratforduponAvo

[kierans-crow]

I updated the art of The Magwitch from @thehomebakery's Rootless Boutique shop. He's the proprietor and a very pretty archfey.

A mutual friend is also making a doll! which is very cool. I'll be reblogging updates

[knightinink]

been thinking about amputee Pip this morning, how he coud’ve escaped Mecha-Streisand, but losing his legs in the process (or a good portion of them). He has no parents to come to him while he’s in the hospital, no friends to aid him through this traumatic time in his life, so what is he to do? Who’s gonna pay for his surgery & other medical expenses? Physical therapy & even the mere suggestion of prosthetics? The nurses are discussing this one day just a bit too loudly on the other side of Pip’s door, causing him to hear everything. He’s heartbroken at the fact that his fate will probably be back in the foster system, but now as a physically-unable child. He feels hopeless at this point.

…Until a new voice suddenly joins the ones previous, trying to keep calm but still letting the obvious panic & anxiousness creep into their tone. After getting confirmation of who is in the room, there are a few uneven knocks before the door just opens, not waiting for a response, & Pip is suddenly face-to-face with the blacksmith he never thought he’d see again. The man looks exhausted & disheveled, but relieved to see the boy sitting up & breathing & very much alive.

Pip doesn’t feel so alone now, & suddenly feels that everything is going to be okay.

He is going to be okay.

[tatck]

Hey man, genuine question, is the sonic vagabond au a kinda one piece sonic au, or is that just a coincidence?

It's not a one piece au, it's very much it's own world. There be no pirate king & Pirates are not going to be the focus on future stuff.

It is heavily inspired by one piece though, as it was kind of meant to be a study of OPs first episode and it turned into more of it's own thing. Another ask about it is here.

[hyodyton]

sorry

[theblesseddamozel]

Love those Dickensian names. Like Wackford Squeers is just……*chef’s kiss*

[stigmvtas-archived]

( open; literally anywhere )

"By the light of fuckin' day - it's grim in 'ere, who died?" A pause. "Ah - fuck. Right. Ye' know - this isn't nearly as bad as the time ah' lost an entire magician's apprentice. Tossed 'er into the box, waved me hands all 'bout - sproutin'... hocus pocus, bazinga - alakazam n' whoosh. Nothin' but space. Not a single hair nor flake of dandruffy skin to be found. Haven't seen 'er since. That was back in ye ol' land of Scots - sure she's doin' just fine. Probably 'mongst the sheep now. Herdin' 'em - wearin' their wool, pretendin' to be one n' the same as 'em. Baaahh."

[hitchell-mope]

Fancast for a Broadway version of Great Expectations.

Phillip Pirrip. Jamie Flatters.

Estella Havisham. Emilia Jones

Herbert Pocket. Brenock O'Connor

Abel Magwitch. Bertie Carvel.

Miss Havisham. Catherine Zeta Jones.

Mr Jaggers. Damien Lewis.

Joe Gargery. Colin O’Donaghue.

Mrs Gargery. Michelle Dockery.

John Wemmick. Dominic Cooper.

Compeyson. Toby Stephens.

[frankchurchillsaysrelax]

great expectations // modern au

[vlolets]

one ridiculous boy

[bwthornton]

Moorcroft Pottery 121/14 Magwitch Vase Vicky Lovatt

A Limited Edition of 15

#moorcroft #moorcroftpottery #heron #Magwitch #VickyLovatt #StratforduponAvon

Moorcroft Pottery 121/14 Magwitch Vase Vicky Lovatt

A Limited Edition of 15

#moorcroft #moorcroftpottery #heron #Magwitch #VickyLovatt #StratforduponAvon

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

hi! i’m curious, what does “not being self-taught” mean? if i took English classes and extra creative writing classes does that mean i’m not 100% self thought? i was just wondering :0

No, I just meant that I have a Bachelor's in Creative Writing. Which is a weird degree, and not one you see much in the U.S.

But most people who go to school in the modern U.S. get at least ~10 years' education in writing and reading English. Obviously it's going to vary in quality and focus, but modern literacy is off the charts compared to 100 years ago. Which is everybody's win.

I've also been lucky with regard to high school English teachers, to be clear — I used to straight-up turn in fan fiction as homework and get passing grades for it. (I guess from Ms. S's point of view, my 15-page AU of Great Expectations about Magwitch and Mrs. Havisham conspiring to burn her house down, collect the insurance money, throw a lavish wedding, and run off to Australia under fake names.... at least proved I'd read Great Expectations? Which is more than most of my class could say?)

Most valuable of all: from 1st to 4th grade, I had teachers who'd assign the class to "write a page a day." What about? Didn't matter. Some people wrote diary entries, some people wrote lists of things they could see, some people (me) wrote about scientists saving the Titanic passengers through trying to turn them into fish but accidentally creating horrible mer-mutants instead. We weren't graded on grammar, or content, or handwriting, or whether trout-people could survive the North Atlantic; we were just graded on having written. That exercise (no offense to my professors) was better for my literacy than any college class on Poetics Theory or Advanced Essay could ever be.

[thehomebakery]

Drag and drop shops are here to help GMs out when the party inevitably asks if there’s anything interesting around.

The Rootless Boutique is a travelling shop run by the mysterious Magwitch, a fey creature of unknown ability and an interest in the material plane.

And now this one is getting a huge update! ✨

New items, art and so much more out now!

Available on DriveThruRPG and Itch.io

[severe-intense-gaze]

Great Expectations (1934), dir. Stuart Walker

Great Expectations 1934 produced by the Universal Studios, the first sound film adapted from the Dickens novel. I watched it yesterday and found it not as bad as the reviews had it. One of the reason for their distaste might have been the actors' American accent which is of little relevance for me. F. L. Sullivan played Mr. Jaggers in this 1934 adaptation and he would give it an equally laudable reprise 12 years later in David Lean's Great Expectations 1946. The backstory of Magwitch, played by Henry Hull, is given much weight in this version that a flashback is inserted in his narration showing his love story with Molly. The conventional happy ending is relatively hasty: Miss Havisham repents herself of all she has done before her death and tells Estella to marry for the sake of love.

[foundtherightwords]

The Road Forgotten - Epilogue

Pairing: Arthur Havisham (Dickensian) x OFC

Summary: A few years after his plan to swindle his sister ended in tragedy, Arthur Havisham is a shadow of a man, living in guilt and fear. When Elsie Bradford, a young woman also wronged by Compeyson, enlists Arthur's help to hunt down his former partner-in-crime, Arthur must face his demons and other strange, new feelings, to redeem himself.

Warnings: slow burn, angst, guilt, revenge, psychological trauma, mention of prostitution, mention of suicide/suicide ideations, some violence, a bit of smut

Chapter word count: 864

Chapter 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Epilogue

Six months later

Elsie stepped off the wagon and looked at the cottage in front of her. Under the steel-gray sky, it didn't appear very promising. The whitewashed wall needed a new coat, the roof was sagging, and the garden was choked with weeds. But the rambling roses and wisteria around the front door would bloom, the apple tree in the back would bear fruits, and all around, as far as her eyes could see, was the beauty of the Surrey Hills, breathtaking even on that cold winter day, and her heart swelled at the sight of it.

"Well, it's not Mr. Wemmick's castle," she said. "But it would do, don't you think?"

"Yes," Arthur replied, tucking the scarf she had finally finished into his coat before wrapping his arms around her, as they both took in their new home. "It would do nicely."

Arthur had survived his wound, though it took six long months, and his health, which hadn't been very robust in the first place, never quite recovered after that. Officially, Elsie was the one that perished in the house in Brentford. Once the doctor had dug the bullet out of Arthur's shoulder and Elsie had regained her wits, she had convinced the others to carry her out on a stretcher, covered in a blood-stained blanket, accompanied by Arthur, who was able to stand at that point, though only just. She knew Cyclops and the Chimney wouldn't dare enter the house when there were so many people around, but they had heard the gunshot and the screams. She had no doubt that the moment they saw the stretcher leave in an undertaker's carriage, they would report back to Mrs. Hill, and that good lady would mark it as another loss in her book and move on. 

Compeyson was arrested when he was trying to get on a ship to France. As no witness to the shooting could be found, he was put on trial only for forging and counterfeiting. Magwitch was also arrested soon after. Despite Jaggers's best attempt to defend him, Magwitch was no match for Compeyson's charms in front of the jury, and he was sentenced to fourteen years, while Compeyson only received half that.

All this Elsie and Arthur learned from Jaggers. They were sorry for Magwitch, who had tried to do the right thing, but in the end, they decided to stay away from it all. They had found out the hard way that seeking revenge could harm as much as it promised to heal, and now they only wanted to heal.

While Arthur was convalescing, Elsie had found this cottage for sale within walking distance from Marianne's asylum. That, and the fact that it was cheap, had made it quite appealing in her eyes, and she had bought it on impulse. When she'd asked Arthur how he would like to live in the countryside, he had replied, "I'd live anywhere as long as you're with me."

They didn't marry - Elsie couldn't anyway, since she was supposed to be dead - but both agreed that they didn't need a ceremony or a piece of paper to prove their devotion to each other. They moved into the cottage and repaired it as best as they could. With the little money she had left, and with advice from Jaggers, Elsie invested in Havisham Brewery. It only earned a modest interest, but along with Arthur's allowance, it was enough for them to live on and to keep Marianne in relative comfort. Now that Marianne was so close, they could visit her almost every week, though Elsie would only watch from afar while Arthur gave Marianne the little gifts she had prepared, never revealing who they were from. For Elsie, the simple joy of seeing Marianne's face light up was enough.

They never went back to Satis House, though Jaggers occasionally sent them news about Amelia. Last they heard, Jaggers had arranged for her to adopt Magwitch's little daughter, whom she named Estella.

"Do you think she can learn to love again, your sister?" Elsie asked Arthur as she put down the letter from Jaggers. They were in the garden, sprawled on a blanket under the apple tree, Elsie's head resting on Arthur's shoulder, her hair spread on his chest, jet black now without any hint of blonde. Soft pink and white petals drifted down over them like warm, fragrant snow. April mornings were still too cold and too thick with mist for Arthur to go outside, but in the afternoon, when the sun was warm, they would stay as long as they could in the garden, working together, tending to the herbs and the vegetables and the flowers, or just sat, soaking in the sunlight and the fresh air that had been missing from their life for so long. It was their favorite time of day.

Arthur was thoughtful. "I don't know," eventually he answered. He took Elsie's hand and laced his fingers through hers, a gesture he'd always found to be more eloquent than a thousand kisses. "But I did. Learn to love, that is. And if I could, then perhaps she could as well."

THE END

A/N: My apologies to everyone who wants Compeyson dead. I want him dead too, but I also want this to align with "Great Expectations" (think of it as the bridge between the end of "Dickensian" and the beginning of "Great Expectations"), and Compeyson has to be alive for that. Don't worry, he's in jail, and Magwich is going to get him. And Arthur and Elsie are happy together, and that's all that matters, right?

Anyway, thank you for reading!