#playscript

[winter-skye]

My play "Mark My Heart" is now available to download and read on the New Play Exchange!!! Featuring my multiple magical hero OCs I post about often! Characters of Aphra, Planchette, Eden and Lake!!!

Follow the link and enjoy!

[violetrose-art]

Johnny Depp's Wild Tea Party - Act 1, Scene 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1268715434-johnny-depp%27s-wild-tea-party-act-1-scene-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ReillyKuhn&wp_originator=lDVtvd2y3Sd8jycIhWU%2BFAWgWgnzGxSXyLNwNs7z%2BRsA458y3jPjww2ZCEJVd9TqzfN7GKej63SB7L1pWmIm25w4OTzGJ1FrHkXHPvJhZDLxVjMDZ98JzjjC1p197Gbs What would happen if some of the most iconic characters portrayed by Johnny Depp ended up in the same room together?

[performing-medievalist-nostalgia]

oh, huh. I kinda wrote about that once-

L'morte, an arthurian allegory (2023)

fuck therapy i’m becoming a knight

[scrapbookdotorg]

Introduction/some old stuff

Hi!

I'm mainly using this tumblr as an archive of the various creative stuff i get done in my free time. as a first post, here's a couple of plays i wrote a while ago and found them again recently after cleaning up my computer files.

[shrimpalbuspotter]

He's finally home.

He went on a little trip.

[painless-innit-colourful]

I can’t believe tonight is making me share this okay. a little scrap of a play script, Final Control Room BUT no one can die because that was the challenge I set myself. the following ensues...

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[The lights slowly come up on the Final Control Room, a dark, enclosed space with a single doorway upstage centre, a lantern hanging above the door providing dim light to the room, five chests around the outside and a button in the centre. Voices offstage.]

Eret: They will never suspect a thing.

Tommy: Look at us go. Speed, violence, momentum. 

[Laughter.] 

Tubbo: Oh my god. / Eret, what is this?

Tommy: Eret, / what the fuck is this-

[One by one, the L’Manbergians enter the room: Eret first, then Wilbur, followed by Tubbo, Tommy and Fundy. While the others look around in amazement and excitement, Eret spreads their arms wide, proudly proclaiming:]

Eret: Gentlemen, this is the final room. The Final Control Room.

[General sounds of amazement, awe, exclamations from the younger soldiers. Wilbur is quiet, opening his chest. Tommy stands over the button, looking up at Eret the other side of it who rests their hands atop it.]

Tommy: What does this button do?

[Eret smiles at him and removes their hands, indicating to him to press the button.]

Wilbur: There’s nothing in the chests.

[Tommy presses the button. Light spills into the room from doorways that open in the side walls, and Dream, George, Sapnap and Punz enter, weapons in hand. The L’Manbergians scream and shout in disbelief as they realise what’s happening and try to escape-]

Wilbur: A traitor!

[-but the Dream SMP fighters are faster, blocking the door. A scuffle ensues, but the L’Manbergians are ill-prepared for close quarters combat and are quickly defeated, each restrained by a Dream SMPer. Dream holds Tommy, Sapnap has Tubbo and George has Fundy pinned against a wall. Tubbo stands doubled-over in pain while Tommy’s nose is bleeding, and all four have lost their hats. Only Wilbur is unrestrained, standing downstage while Punz points a crossbow at him. He looks desperate, his arms in the air. There is a moment of stillness.]

Dream: Which one first?

Eret: Hold on-

Sapnap: I’ll go, if you don’t mind.

[He raises his sword to Tubbo’s neck.]

Wilbur: Don’t kill them! Please, if you’re gonna kill anyone kill me, but not them, they’re just kids, please-

Eret: There will be no need to kill them.

[A silent conversation between Eret and Dream. Dream chuckles.]

Dream: All of you drop your weapons. In fact, drop everything, or we will kill you. Now.

[Wilbur complies immediately, throwing down his sword and undoing his armour with shaking hands. Tubbo and Fundy quickly follow, as the Dream SMPers let go of the L’Manbergians to facilitate this, picking up their things and throwing them into the exit tunnels. Only Tommy stands resolute, glaring at Dream and Eret.]

Dream: C’mon Tommy. Drop your stuff. [beat] Drop your stuff [he raises his axe in Tubbo’s general direction] or else.

[Tommy obliges, seething. He finishes last, but is first to be pushed to the floor by a shove from Dream. Tubbo and Fundy are similarly pushed to their knees, as the Dream SMPers hop into the exit tunnels to leave, the L’Manbergians too stunned or too scared of the consequences to move. Eret stands in front of Wilbur, takes off their hat and places it over the button. They raise their hand in mocking salute.]

Eret: Down with the revolution, boys!

[They sweep-kick Wilbur’s legs from beneath him, and he crashes to the ground.]

Eret: It was never meant to be.

[A moment’s pause, and then Eret takes the lamp from above the door. They look at what they’ve done one more time, smile, and exit into one of the tunnels. Each one is blocked from the outside, and the Final Control Room is plunged into total darkness. Silence, and then:]

Tommy: Shit.

[ganseylike]

passive adam vs. active adam in chapter two of the raven boys

+ supplication behind the pig

[adrianicsea]

attempting to adapt a short screenplay i’ve written into a (slightly) longer stage play which is all well and good in theory but . playscript formatting

[cglenwilliams]

My new play is freshly posted to the New Play Exchange! It's "The Final Disguise: Or, a Scandal in Pomerania," and it's a rollicking one-act parody of Sherlockian adventure stories, inspired by and adapted from Stephen Leacock's classic story, "Maddened By Mystery: Or, The Defective Detective."

[t-jfh]

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[britneyshakespeare]

i finished the two gentlemen of verona by the way. the best part of that play is that silvia is canonically a redhead. the second best part is launce and his dog

[emotinalsupportturtle]

Willa had the best character arc because she went from escort who was the butt of every joke to literally (possibly) causing the defeat of the fascist presidential candidate the Roy’s had spent millions supporting

[jeezlouiseoncheese]

why the fuck is all my best writing vent writing I want to show all my friends this cool thing I wrote and then I’m like “oh. oh yeah it’s talking about me hating myself and other stuff. :(“ like!!! AAGAHSHS

[s1renatheconfused]

One would think that, if you ever ended up deepdiving into the history of fabric uses and which fabric was used most in which time period, it would either be for art class or history.

Instead, I just went through all that, for English class. Not even because it's necesssary, but because we have to make a physical moodboard for a playscript and i want (unneeded) accuracy

[mintypsii]

hate being told to do things id normally enjoy because this summer i was supposed to read a book for honors english and since school's opening in a week i decided to open it up and get it done with. i opened it to the first page, read a bit, and it made me so sleepy that it was the first time this entire summer that i fell asleep at a reasonable time (before midnight) (at 8 pm)

[painless-innit-colourful]

I'm meant to be getting much-needed sleep but I'm awake reblogging dsmp posts like yesss this is how I'm supposed to be