it is vintage times. the old hollywood studios, captivated by the electorate's previous casting of cinema classic dracula, have decided to celebrate jane austen's 250th by releasing an all-new vintage motion picture extravaganza based on her celebrated romance pride and prejudice. whoever is cast will impact the picture's tone and genre, so they are counting on you, the electorate, to deliver cinema magic.
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In 1917, 16-year-old Elsie Wright and her 9-year-old cousin Frances Griffiths took photos with the âCottingley Fairiesâ in the village of Cottingley, near Bingley in West Yorkshire. One of the greatest hoaxes of the 20th century, they only admitted the photos were faked in 1983.
In celebration of January 1st, 2024, and Public Domain Day, Duck Prints Press is thrilled to announce that we are doing open recruitment for artists to contribute to our next fanfiction and fanart anthology A Truth Universally Acknowledged: Queer Fanworks Inspired by Jane Austenâs âPride and Prejudiceâ!
Are you an Austenite? Do you love Regency romance but lament how, well, straight most of it is? Do you wish Mary Bennett found a partner? Are you positive Charlotte Lucas deserved better? Do you pity Miss de Bourgh? Do you dream of Darcy and Bingley OT3s? Well you are NOT ALONE! We at Duck Prints Press are right there with you, and weâre here to say: this is your moment to shine! We want your wlw pairings, your new happy endings, your P&P ot3s and ot4s, your âbut what if theyâre trans,â your queer art and fanart inspired by this beloved story! This story has such a lovely main and supporting cast, the possibilities for taking Pride and Prejudice and MAKING IT QUEER are endless!
This is the third in our Queer Fanworks Inspired By⌠series, publishing legal fanfic and fanart inspired by popular works in the public domain. It builds on the success of our first two, And Seek (Not) to Alter Me (inspired by Much Ado About Nothing) and Aim For The Heart (inspired by The Three Musketeers). This is a paid arting opportunity; artists will be asked to complete one full-page (A4/210 mm x 297 mm), full-color piece, and we may have space for some artists to complete more than one page and/or short comics. Base pay is $50 per page, with the potential for raises up to $400 per page depending on our success during the eventual crowdfunding campaign.
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Mrs. Jane Bingley and Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy are overseeing the construction of a wooden chest, furnished with latticed sides for air flow and a latching door. The chest is to be used in transporting Miss Caroline Bingleyâs fox the thirty miles from Pemberley to the Bingleyâs estate, where a substantial living space is being built for the creature.
Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy was heard to tell her sister, âIâve grown somewhat fond of the pungent creature. Honestly, I donât know which one of you Iâll miss more.â
To which Mrs. Jane Bingleyâs response was one word, in an admonishing tone, âLizzy!â
Warnings: jealousy, confessions, obscure love
Synopsis: an unknown bitterness sparks when an acquaintance makes a move on your close friend Mr. Darcy
The invitation to Pemberley had come as a welcome surprise. After months of solitude, recovering from a particularly stressful season in London, Mr. Darcy had suggested that the quiet beauty of his estate would do wonders for your weary spirit. You and Darcy had always shared a bondâsomething deeper than mere acquaintanceship but never openly acknowledged as anything more. Over the years, you had come to know him better than most, and he had always valued your company for your wit, your sincerity, and your ease in his presence. When he extended the invitation, you hadnât hesitated.
The sprawling estate, with its verdant gardens and majestic architecture, felt like a peaceful retreat. It was easy to lose track of time in the rhythmic daily routine, walking the grounds or sharing quiet conversations by the fireside. Darcy had become more open, more relaxed in these days of companionship, and you cherished every moment.
As the soft glow of the morning sun seeped through the elegant drapery of Pemberley, you took a moment to gaze out over the expansive gardens. The estate was a splendid sight, a refuge not just for you but for the affectionately broody Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, your dear friend. Your time spent together over the summer had turned into a comforting routine, filled with strolls in the lush meadows, evening conversations by the fire, and the gentle teasing that only close friends could share.
But lately, something had begun to stir within you, something you couldnât quite name or understand. You excused it as a nothing more than the charm of the beautiful summer days.
As you daintily arranged a bouquet of wildflowers in a vase, you heard gentle footsteps descending down the staircase. Turning, you beheld Mr. Darcy, clad in his everyday attire, his posture composed as ever, though his warm, brief smile sent a familiar quickening through your chestâ though you never fully acknowledged it.
âGood morning,â he greeted, his voice calm and measured.
âGood morning, Mr. Darcy,â you replied, a small smile attempting to hide the rush of feelings that coursed through you. âI thought the sitting room might benefit from some fresh flowers.â
He stepped closer, his gaze briefly resting on the arrangement before meeting your eyes. âIt is a fine touch, as always.â he remarked, his praise simple, but sincere.
There was a familiarity in the exchange, a quiet ease. Yet today, something lingered beneath the surface. As you stepped into the light of the sitting room, the two of you engaged in relaxed conversation until the front door opened and in strolled Miss Caroline Bingley, the epitome of sophisticated entitlement. She was a woman of beauty and determination, and you sensed Darcyâs posture stiffen slightly, though he remained ever courteous as she approached him.
âMr. Darcy,â she began, her voice filled with a practiced charm, âI was hoping to find you. I have returned from London with delightful news.â
Miss Bingley launched into a lively account of her recent social engagements, her remarks clearly meant to impress. As she spoke, she occasionally cast a glance your way, a subtle reminder that her ambitions lay squarely with Darcy.
âFitzwilliam,â she ventured at last, her tone dropping to one of intimate suggestion, âI could not help but think how well-suited we would be. Imagine the envy of our acquaintancesâa union between our families would be nothing short of perfect.â
You tried to remain composed, though her words brought a strange weight to your chest. Darcyâs polite, though noncommittal, responses were measured, and for a moment, your heart tightened at the thought that perhaps Miss Bingleyâs calculated charm might succeed where your quiet friendship could not. You could barely hear the rest of her words over the sudden hammering of your heart. The fluttering of your breath turned into a knot in your stomach.
As the afternoon wore on, you observed their exchange from a distance, your emotions carefully concealed. When Miss Bingley finally took her leave, Darcy remained by the window where a cool rosy breeze filtered through, seemingly lost in thought. The soft glow of the setting sun bathed him in warmth, yet for you, a chill settled around your heart. You approached slowly, uncertain of how to proceed.
âDo you find her company agreeable?â you asked, your voice steady though you feared the answer.
Darcy turned his gaze, those deep, expressive eyes boring into yours. âMiss Bingley is⌠polite, but I do not seek such companionship.â His tone was quiet, yet firm. âI prefer the company of someone with whom I can be entirely myselfâsomeone with intelligence, integrity, and understanding.â
Your breath caught in your throat, and suddenly all the fresh air felt like lead. âAnd who might that be?â you asked, almost in a whisper.
His gaze softened as he stepped closer. âYou, my dear friend,â he said, his voice low but unwavering. âIn your presence, I find peace and honesty. My thoughts often dwell on you.â
Your heart raced as hope blossomed in the ashes of your jealousy. âMr. Darcy,â you began, faltering slightly, âI did not realize until now, but I believe I care for youâfar more deeply than I had ever imagined.â
Darcyâs eyes searched yours, and for a brief moment, his stoic demeanor cracked, revealing something far more vulnerable. âYou are not alone in that sentiment,â he murmured, âI had hoped,â he said softly, âthat you might feel the same.â
âI could not see the truth until the threat of losing you became real,â you admitted softly, each word hanging between the two of you like a promise of what lay ahead.
A silence enveloped the two of you, thick with unspoken words and hidden emotions. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet understanding that had always existed between youâan understanding that had now blossomed into something deeper.
And then, amidst the scented blossoms and the last rays of twilight, Darcyâs hand brushed yours gently, and with it came a certainty that this was not the result of fleeting summer days, but the culmination of years of respect, friendship, and now, love. You were not merely friends; you were bound together by something infinitely stronger, an understanding that love was more than a passing fancyâit was the very essence of your friendship finally taking flight.
