#podcast snippet

[adventures-in-the-mad-forest]

Some of my favorite interactions in Episode 1 of my podcast (it's not out yet, still editing the script a little bit). Also I geek out a bit (read: A Lot)

[glacierruler]

As is often the case I cannot thank @duck-in-a-spaceship and @sometimes-love-is-enough enough for being willing to read the scripts as I make them.

Anyways Shaun is amazing:

Also, for people who seem interested in the podcast so far, thank you so much.

@oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @lickoutyourbrains @cutebisexualmess

[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.

[bunnykaye]

Bridgerton 3x02 | How Bright the Moon written by Sarah L. Thompson Script-To-Screen (4/?) (script courtesy of the Writers Guild Foundation Shavelson-Webb Library)

[osteochondraldefect]

haza fia

[starstrider-productions]

Script Snippet no.3!

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[theholmwoodfoundation]

SCRIPT SNIPPET- THE HOLMWOOD FOUNDATION

We’ve officially locked the last batch of scripts for season one and started sending them out to our actors. Sound is coming back for our first batch, and we are SO HYPE.

Who wants a script snippet to celebrate?

[capesch-arts]

The Deal

A deal... You want to make a deal, now?

"Yes. If you let me help you figure out why your city is dying, I'll willingly be yours. My talents, my.. my mind. Everything. I'll open them to you"

Hahahaha. What makes you think you can even offer anything to me? A human? Baffling. And even then, your offer means nothing. I can still twist and break your mind apart however I wish. Puppet you to follow my every whim. There's nothing you can do that can stop any of that. I have claimed you. You're MINE.

"But, I'm not, am I? I'm not completely yours. No matter how much you try, my mind seem to wake up from whatever insanity you feed me. And it's all because I can fight it off. You may be able to invade my mind, but you can't do whatever you want because I have more governance over it than you do, and you don't have a clue why.

And the only reason you're not forcing it harder is because you're afraid you might lose me completely. Am I wrong?"

(angry growls)

"Look, I can offer you my skills. As a detective. I may not have magic or powers or anything but I have my mind and I'm human. Most of the residents of the Dreamlands fear you but they might open their mouth for me".

...

"It's not like I don't benefit from this. You said, your city started dying centuries ago, then wouldn't it eventually happen to me as well? I might be an anomaly, but none of us are certain if it will stay like that. I might start withering away like them too one day. Please".

Hmm... You'll open your mind and soul to me? Willing to play for me for all eternity? And no resistance?

"Like a book... But-"

But?

"You don't take her away from me. Not her. Twist, bend, break or whatever the fuck you want with my head. But, don't erase Faroe from me".

... I suppose that's a fair offer, Arthur Lester. You have yourself a deal.

[tired-and-swaggy]

BE (ACOUSTIC) LAST WEEK, NEW EP MARCH 22 AND WASTELAND BABY! DELUXE NEXT MONTH????? HELLOO????? HOZIER FANS WE STAY WINNING!!!!

[flowersforthemachines]

W I P W E D N E S D A Y !

Thank you @rookamell for tagging me <3

#wip: bloodwork

So, I had a few hours to kill today and finally committed to an old-ish idea of mine: Ghilasara, Emmrich, and blood magic.

“The Chantry knows not of what it restricts,” she says. “Some disciplines are written off as evil and perverse without any nuance — the nuance that is vital to all matters in life.” It's undoubtedly good to blaspheme. Even better to know she won't be handed over to the templars for merely speaking her mind.  “Not all that Chantry prohibits is without reason,” Emmrich says. Well. Maybe. “But I concur that the severity of punishment for certain subjects does not correlate with their dangers.” “What would you say of blood magic, then?” she dares. “Is it prohibited unjustly, or with good reason?” “The common definition of what constitutes blood magic is too wide to judge it all on the same merit.” A true academic’s response. “Does the question mean you are familiar with that craft, Rook? Or merely consider its dangers overstated?” “I am familiar,” she admits. "The Wardens know a great many things." As do some Circle mages, in secret from those who try to keep them in the dark.

Tagging @mythals-whore @skullypettibone and @rookinthecrownest if you wish to participate <3

[writtenbyan-aries]

Zach justice hand cuffs smut.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, use of handcuffs, general filth

Enjoy!

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You feel Zach’s thrusts come to a stop. You weren’t paying attention to what he was doing, you were trying to catch your breath.

It wasn’t until you hard a click - a familiar click.

You shift your body slightly and look back at Zach. Your eyes widen as you see the shiny metal cuffs dangling from in between the grasp of his fingers.

“Trust me?” Zach asks as he raises his brows and you smile and nod, “I trust you.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes stay on yours. His hand reaches for yours, grabbing your wrist to cuff it before doing the same do your other one.

You pull slightly, making sure you won’t be able to get them off. Zach lays a hand on your arm, “They too tight?”

“No, babe. They’re good.” You look at him and within a second, you’re moaning out to his cock making its way back into your soaked cunt.

Zach groans as his one hand grips tightly onto your hip. His other holds the chain that’s holding the cuffs around your wrists together. He uses it as leverage, pulling your arms back so he can pull you towards him with each thrust.

You moan out loudly which quickly turns into screaming his name as you cum.

Both of his hands move to your forearms, pinning and pushing your arms down into your lower back as he pounds into you, guiding you through your high.

“Fuck.” Zach groans lowly, his grip growing harder, “I’m gonna cum.” His hips stutter before his cock disappears from inside of you. You let out a whimper as you feel him pump his cock onto your ass.

“That was hot.” Zach says tapping your thigh. You let out a small laugh and nod, “Agreed.” Zach moves off the bed, “Stay here.”

“Where am I possibly going to go in this state?” You laugh and Zach scoffs, “I’m supposed to know that?” He comes back over and wipes you off before he moves to slip on a pair of sweats.

You manage to sit up and you look at Zach, “Alright, fun’s over.” You laugh, “Where’s the little switch thingy to get me out of these?” Zach laughs slightly, “Uh-“ he tilts his head, “The what?”

You look up at him and tilt your head, thinking he’s just screwing around with you, “Babe. Come on.” He shakes his head, “Babe. They’re real handcuffs, you need the key to unlock them.”

You stare at him, processing what he just said, “Do you have the key?” Panic slightly settling in, “Get the key.” He nods, “Oh, yeah. Right.” He gets on the bed, pushing his hands over the blanket, “I had it with-“

He stands up, walking around to look on the floor. You stand up and stare at him, “Babe.” Zach tries not to laugh at your impatient whine, “Y-yeah?” You sigh, fighting back laughter, “You don’t have the key.. Do you?”

“No, no. I have it.” He stands up, “I had it. I just-“ he flings the blanket a little too hard and you both hear the sound of a small piece of metal clinking to the ground.

“Ha! Found it.” Zach said pointing, “Now.. we just have to find it again.” He laughs and comes over to you, “Here.” He grabs his sweatshirt and puts it over your head.

You can’t help but laugh as he pulls it down over your body, “How am I supposed to help look when I can’t even wear a sweatshirt?”

Zach shrugs, shaking his head as he laughs, “We.. will.. figure it out.” He presses a few kisses to your lips, “Just work with me here.”

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[adventures-in-the-mad-forest]

I'm going through and I absolutely forgot how much I love when these two interact <3.

Beta Readers for this: @duck-in-a-spaceship @strange-destinations @fuzzysoulyt

And a huge thank you to @lickoutyourbrains for all their help!

Taglist: @bluebellieart @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @cutebisexualmess (Tell me if you'd like to be added/removed)

[polyhexianbirb]

I like to call it "who will the gods pick to torture now that Percy is at college? Local nerd man ofc"

This is just page 1, page 2 will be linked here when completed (most likely tomorrow). Yes, I've worked our who pretty much everyone will be lol.

My man's have beef with some teenagers lolz

[podcastjam]

Podcast Jam Snippets

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Inn Between Worlds

Valdivian's [REDACTED]: Competitive Market

Left Alone Once More

A Merry Dance at Whistlestop Junction

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[sewliia]

After TMA episode 108

(I wrote this for a friend after she listened to this episode and wanted to know what Elias And Peter were up to after Peter spooked Martin. I usually don't write much or share this stuff so I dunno - enjoy.)

Elias smiled from ear to ear as the fog crept into his office and up his leg. It announced the tall man long before he had even entered the room.

"Ah, Peter," Elias didn't look up. "I was wondering where you were."

"I suppose you think you're very funny. Don't you, Elias?"

There was no sound as the door opened and closed again after the man had entered. The thick fog swallowed up everything, even the sight. Elias found the latter particularly annoying. Most of the time.

But right now Peter was making another scene and Elias was enjoying every second of it.

"Oh, I found it quite amusing." Elias said as he put down his pen and turned his gaze to Peter, who was emerging further from the thick wall of fog with each step.

"I thought you'd like to meet Martin. The boy has some potential, doesn't he?"

Silence.

Maybe a little grumble.

Peter already looked tired. Deep trenches under his pale eyes only emphasised his listlessness.

"Why are you wasting my time?" It growled from Peter's throat, leaving a cloud of mist in its wake.

Elias smile faded a little and he stood up with a sigh. His hand slid over the smooth wood of his desk as he walked around it. Closer to Peter.

"Well, I was hoping we could talk about the Stranger's ritual and the consequences that might follow. But -"

Elias raised his voice teasingly and placed his hand on Peter's upper arm. He moved his thumb gently up and down while his gaze rested on Peter's eyes.

"I'd like to spend some time with you, too."

Peter let out a heavy breath that sounded like utter defeat. His shoulders slumped and with them the fog, as if following his posture. Slowly, the man raised his pale hands and wrapped them around Elias waist. He could feel the cold that radiated from Peter even through his clothes.

The lonely man knew no warmth and perhaps that was why Elias clung to Peter. They didn't need flirtation and empty words, which were usually only said to appease their partner anyway. He didn't even know if they had ever said 'I love you' to each other.

It didn't matter.

He liked it the way it is.

Elias put his free hand on Peter's cheek and smiled.

And Peter leaned forward. Kissing him.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

okokok how abt a wlw vampire villain x human hero. pls cat. DO IT FOR THE GIRLYS WHO ARE GIRLY FOR OTHER GIRLYS!

The blood was dripping down her fingers and even though she couldn’t help but feel relieved, her hand was shaking. It had gotten worse. She had become more violent. The last little traces of her humanity were slipping through her fingers like sand.

It was horrifying. She looked down at the bodies, three bankers in total who’d been on their way to lunch. Her mind couldn’t comprehend how she’d done it.

How she had ripped out their throats to feed on the fresh blood.

“What a mess…” she mumbled to herself as she went through her hair. Her hand was bloody. “Oh, fuck.”

“Leave the bodies to me.” The vampire turned around upon hearing her voice.

She could count herself lucky that her nemesis was beginning to fancy her. One night when she had captured the vampire, the “imprisonment” had turned into an almost three hour long conversation about mortality and the curse of being a vampire.

The vampire guessed she pitied her.

“No…it’s not your job to clean up after me.”

“I offered to get you some blood donations but I failed to deliver them to you on time. This is on me.”

The vampire shook her head. She felt stronger than a few hours ago and yet, her muscles were aching from the fight.

“No, it’s not the same. Blood from a bag isn’t the same. This is my fault. I need to hunt, I need living, breathing prey. Oh God, I’m so doomed.” She felt the frustration crawl up her throat. She felt like throwing up.

“Hey, deep breaths,” the heroine said. She grabbed the vampire’s elbows and turned her away from the bodies. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner but I can guarantee we’re working on this together.”

“I’m a monster.” The vampire hid her face behind her hands. “What am I doing? Why did this happen to me?”

“Hey, sometimes shit happens and you can’t really—”

“I was a normal girl, I had an office job for Christ’s sake. I deserved a good normal, boring life.” She frowned and her lips trembled. “I didn’t want anything extraordinary.”

Suddenly, the heroine took her hands.

“Hey, I know it’s a lot and you’re still getting used to this. But I believe this happened for a reason. I know you will find a way to deal with this and I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

The vampire lowered her hands and looked at their saviour, little fangs peeking through her lips.

“I’m so scared.”

“There’s no need to be. You’re brilliant. You’re—”

The vampire knew why. She knew why she grabbed the heroine, nails digging hard enough into her skin to leave marks. She knew why saliva gathered in her mouth and why she needed to bite her.

The heroine’s pulse had gone wild when they’d gazed each other. The vampire had heard and felt it.

But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t press her teeth into her like she was some kind of meat. She couldn’t do that to her, she couldn’t kill her like that.

Right before her teeth could scrape her skin, the vampire froze.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

Her grip finally loosened and the heroine seemed to breathe for the first time. She was blushing and her heart was beating relentlessly.

The vampire could barely keep it together.

“You— you should leave,” the heroine said. “I’ll, uh, report this mess and take care of it. Call me.”

Unfortunately for the heroine, the vampire knew she’d been a little too attracted to that.