#audio snippet

[the-wayward-arc]

To be a Remnant Knight

Something quick I did since I got inspired by alot of Legion quotes, oaths and chants I've seen on tiktok. Thought I'd making something with both Arael and Anvul since they would rank amongst the most likely to say something like this

[etawardana]

[…] there's a lot of unpleasantness in historical fiction and a lot of that you don't really wanna bring into romance. So romance is my escape.

Source: Carol Coventry On Writing Slow Burn Historical Romance, on The Historical Romance Sampler Podcast.

[hislittleraincloud]

I've posted this before, but this is an example of how you add fan fic storyline to canon without disturbing canon.

[princesssoyeon]

(여자)아이들((G)I-DLE) Special EP [HEAT] Audio Snippet

[dahlia-tourism-board]

Wrote this fluff out of spite, since the fandom likes to keep reminding me that Gavin will outlive the DAMN crew:

Gavin and Freelancer always knew kids were off the table. No big decision, it just wasn't for them.

But when Huxley and Damien finally get through the adoption process and introduce a shy but sweet little girl to 'Uncle Gavin'...well, Gavin feels that tug at his heart much more than he expected.

When Lasko and Dear bring home baby twins, Uncle Gavin feels that heart-tug again as they learn to walk, and start walking towards him.

His found family is expanding, growing, and he's so honored to be a part of it. He and Freelancer gush and coo over their niblings, and love them more than anything.

The Crew all stay in Dahlia. It's their home, it's their family. As they age, Gavin and the kids all help out in caring for them. One by one, Gavin says goodbye to his original found family. Eventually, he says goodbye to the love of his life.

But he's never alone. Uncle Gavin is always surrounded by his friends' children. And they live on through them.

Huxley and Damien's daughter has drive, ambition, and the kindest heart. Lasko and Dear's twins have soft voices, generous souls, and a surprisingly subtle mischievous streak.

Eventually, these kids all find partners, friends, and families of their own. And every time, he is introduced as 'Uncle Gavin'.

He's a fixture in all their lives throughout the generations. As people come into the fold, they explain to newcomers that Uncle Gavin always has been and always will be there.

And more often than not, he'll catch glimpses of his first family. Someone will have Damien's laugh or Freelancer's wit, Huxley's empathy or Lasko's intuition, or Dear's sense of humor.

He misses his first found family, his partner, and will for as long as he exists. But surrounded by the legacy of the love they all shared, Uncle Gavin knows that they will always be with him.

[moonlitkissing]

Whimpery men, gimme

[acapelladitty]

Audio Adventures Crane bending his personal assistant over his desk? 👀

"You are an awful assistant." Crane growls, the sharp nails of his left hand digging into the bare skin of your hips as it remains pinned beneath your ruched shirt. "Too busy teasing your hardworking employer, barely able to keep your hands to yourself, pawing at me as I work just like a whore without dignity or respect. Maybe you should be demoted to being my personal toy, something warm and wet to service the Master of Fear in the only way they know how."

"That's," gasping and stuttering through each punishing thrust, Crane seems determined to drive you through the hard wood of his desk as you flex your fingers against his right hand as he keeps them pinned against your lower back, "that's not how I remember it, sir. I was standing there, just organising your latest notes into the cabinet when you slid your hand up my skirt and demanded that I bend over the desk and spread my legs."

A short yelp escapes your throat as his hand leaves your hip to snap across your ass in a resounding slap, the pain sharp and hot before mellowing into a warmth that makes your cunt clench messily around his relentless cock.

"Disrespectful." Grinding his groin hard against your ass to bury his cock as deeply as possible, you can hear the amusement in Crane's tone as he slips his free hand around your throat and squeezes roughly - his fingers stealing your breath as you instantly stiffen up and begin to push back against him in panic. "Maybe you need a reminder of how you speak to me?"

Unable to reply past the hand controlling your breath with a practised ease, you allow yourself to whimper as you squeeze his cock and roll your hips with renewed efforts; doing anything to keep his hands from drifting to the vials of mild toxin he kept on his person for that exact purpose.

[starstrider-productions]

Script Snippet no.3!

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[themonotonysyndrome]

I can't believe this.

Never thought there would be a day when I would write about Porter, of all characters.

But that new Vincent's video really do be scratching something in my brain and it got me back to writing for Redacted so why not indulge~?

So here's a summary so far:

[the-maddened-hatter]

[ghost-bxrd]

[REDACTED] caught me tempering with the drone footage. Like a fool I tried diverting his attention, tried to explain— I’m ashamed to say I wasn’t above begging.

[REDACTED] left without another word.

I am… afraid. I hold no illusion towards my fate, but if there is any god out there then please, leave them be. They just want to be left alone. He doesn’t deserve for you to-

[audio corrupted, water damage irreversible, one minute of audio missing]

This may be my last log entry for… a while. I will try to purge as many logs as I can and erase what little information I have gathered.

If you hear this, [REDACTED]:

Fuck you, sincerely.

— Audio log transcript, recovered from the ruins of the [REDACTED] research facility, researcher identity: [REDACTED], status: deceased

[podcastjam]

PodJam Snippets

The countdown for the PodJam marathon is running! Until then... we present exclusive sneak peaks into the works of Jam Projects (script and audio snippets, soundtracks, bloopers, etc.)

Today, we have music for you that was created specifically for the PodJam by participants! Background music and a written musical piece. Enjoy!

Left Alone Once More

The School of Many

A Merry Dance at Whistlestop Junction

[rochenn]

People don't even make proper YTPs anymore. This country is going to the dogs

[dahlia-tourism-board]

Vampire makers feel their progeny's emotions. Not all of them, not all the time. But when it's heightened, when it's strong enough, those feelings bleed through.

Alexis knew that all too well. She had felt when Sam fell apart after the Inversion. She had felt when he'd fallen in love, when he was having childish fun with the Shaw Pack, when he was at peace in his mate's arms.

But now they were dead, and Alexis was drowning in his grief.

They had lived a full life, a happy life. Sam had been by their side until the very end. Loyal and patient and so deeply in love.

Alexis still raged and wondered why he couldn't have felt that for her, when she was right there, would always be right there.

But a small, tender part of her, the part that still felt something akin to love, just wanted to help him. To ease the hurt of a good man.

Sam would never want to see her, though. So all she could do was carry his pain with her from afar, and hope it was enough, even though it wasn't.

Sometime later, though not much, she awoke to find she didn't feel anything from him anymore now. Ashes in the wind.

Even in death, he'd still chosen them. For the first and last time in her undead life, Alexis wept.

[aluneposting]

astarion talks in his sleep .

little , thoughtless murmurs sometimes . he used to keep you awake when he had nightmares , and while his nightmares haven't gone awake , he now keeps you up for a different reason .

astarion talks in his sleep , about you , about your future . he says your name and it is the sweetest sound you think you've ever heard .

[lavellaned]

Solas greeting Lavellan as lethallan