#short script

[ashdoukas]

[godzillakyru]

The poster for my fan short Godzilla Script

as the title said...here it is. Now, I won't lie, some of this was very hard for me, like Godzilla's head and such so...yeah, gotta do what ya gotta do.

Anyways, the script is 45 pages long and is draft 4 and was completed on 4/20/23. So...yeah.

Here's the link to my little script.

I am working on draft 1 of the sequel script of this now.

If you have any questions, hmu via my inbox or my DM.

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Paperman concept art by Scott Watanabe, Shiyoon Kim, and Jeff Turley.

[captainfern]

Just dreaming of Gaz with a breeding kink because I want that man's babies plz.

wrote this with my pussy ngl

fem!reader x gaz, 18+

kyle’s hands wandered. trekking across the hills and plains of your body, committing the cartography to his mind. he liked to feel the warmth beneath your skin, the way the fat of your legs moved so pliantly beneath the pads of his fingers.

he liked trailing his fingers downwards, too. further down from the mounds of your kiss-swollen breasts and the softness of your belly. down, down, his own personal odyssey— except it wasn’t a decent into the underworld. it wasn’t hell he was after.

it was your pussy— glistening and slick, warm and fluttering as his eyes raked across it. across her.

the closest he could get to heaven, he often thought when his dick was painfully hard and his head was swimming with thoughts of you.

two thick fingers rubbed up and down the puffy folds of your cunt, smearing the slick. he cooed, gentle and coaxing, voice thick with the taste of cigarette smoke and mint. you knew it tasted like that since he’d had his tongue down your throat for the precious ten minutes.

now, he circled the calloused pad of his thumb across your puffy clit. he did so periodically, still stroking your pussy with two skilled fingers, up and down, spreading you apart—

as he pushed his cock into you.

whispered praise and soft coos, gaz talked you and your pussy through it. mainly her, you noted with the slightest twang of jealousy appearing in the darkest depth of your stomach. but you knew there was no point in being jealous. she and you were the same, after all.

“look at how my girl takes me,” gaz muttered, fingers splitting into a peace-sign to straddle the girth of his cock, rubbing along the stretched entrance of your cunt. he smoothed slick across himself as he edged inside. he hummed, pleased at the sight of your drooling pussy stretching wide to accommodate him. “such a sweet girl. bet she’s really looking forward to me breeding her, eh?”

that, combined with the stretch, made you moan. your hands fisted the sheets of your bed, thighs quivering against his hips. gaz, smiling now, looked up from your cunt and peered at you, eyes glassy.

“oh, i know, my pretty girl, i know,” gaz whispered, pushing the rest of his cock inside you. bottoming out, he expelled the air from your lungs and filled the base of your stomach with fizzing pleasure— a static that sat, settled, stagnated, only for it to start up when he dragged his cock out, then pushed back on.

you moaned again, and the two fingers he had on your cunt trailed upwards again. warm and wet, they pressed down onto your clit. he started rubbing slowly, eyes watching the way your facial expressions flickered from one to another.

he set a deep thrust within a hard rhythm. again and again and again, his cock moved inside you, punching up so deep. so perfectly deep, threatening to nudge the base of your cervix. your spine tingled, that fizzing pleasure carbonating your bloodstream. he was always, always so quick to get you off.

“i know,” gaz repeated as a low whimper dropped out from between your parted lips. “you want me to fill you up, don’t you? want me to breed you? breed this tight cunt, yeah?”

“mmmyeahhh—” it wasn’t exactly coherent, but you forced it out of your mouth with a bit of saliva gathering beneath the tip of your tongue.

gaz smiled down at you, the hand on your clit speeding up now. the circles he drew tightened, and you could really feel the callouses now— catching on the swollen bud with a kick of pleasure to the base of your tummy. your legs twitched, fat rippling, toes curling.

his free hand held him up half-over you. his lean muscles flexed and tensed as he rocked himself against you, cock shifting in and out. your slick dribbled out of you, soaking the inside of your thighs and the trimmed patch of hair at the base of gaz’s cock. you could smell it in the air, too.

“gaz,” you moaned out for him, tummy drawing tight. “gaz, please.”

“please, what?” he chastised, teeth flashing through the cockiness of his grin. he looked so hot that you couldn’t even be mad for the attitude.

you blew out a breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “please come inside me. want you to fill me up.”

“yeah?” he groaned, blood boiling hot with pleasure. his release was already sitting, waiting, in the very base of his stomach, balls twitching and ready to empty inside your perfect pussy. “want me to breed you? want me to pump you full of my kids?”

“yes!” you all but chanted, your own voice echoing around your head like the blast of a pipe organ in an empty cathedral. although, what you were doing was less than devout. “kyle, baby, please come inside me— fuck, fuck, fuck—!”

you came around his cock without much warning. the fizzing in your belly overflowed all of a sudden, bursting over the precipice of your climax and flooding through you. your body trembled, warming up. slick drooled out from the entrance of your cunt, the thrusts of his cock making a mess of your groin and thighs.

gaz groaned, screwing his eyes shut. he focused on the feel of your tight, wet cunt around the thick of his cock, and the way it squeezed him. he focused on the melodic whimpers and whines being strung out from your mouth, and the way your breathing had picked up. he focused on the image he had drawn in his head of you, his beautiful wife, pregnant with his kid, belly fat and round, tits huge—

“oh, fucking hell,” he moaned, dropping his head. “ah, fuck, f-fuck, baby, oh my fucking god— ‘m gonna come, ‘m gonna come.”

his thrusts were sloppy as he ran out of steam. but you could feel, in your blissed state, the throbbing of his cock, hot and ready inside you.

“take it all, baby,” gaz whined out. “need you to take it all, okay? need to breed you so bad. need to stuff this tight cunt full’a my babies. need to breed you an’ make you a mama—”

he came with a guttural groan and, like a good girl, you took it all.

he plugged his cock up as deep as he could get it, a tight bottoming out, as he emptied himself inside of you. you could almost feel it sloshing directly into your womb, and the thought had your cunt clench around his gently softening girth.

“gaz…” you mewled as he dropped his body weight on top of you, his mouth immensely resuming his earlier exploration, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin across your chest and breasts.

“if you’re gonna ask me to pull out, the answer is no,” he said jokingly, but his undertone was serious enough that it almost turned you on. maybe you had a problem. he nuzzled your throat. “gotta lay like this for ten minutes. let it soak in.”

“that’s… not how it works.”

“trust me,” he lifted his head to kiss your cheek lovingly. “i know how my pussy works.”

you rolled your eyes. “you mean my pussy.”

“i said what i said.”

[marionette-j2x]

The Stanley Parable: New Script AU

CHAPTER 1: "The First Intruder"

(CW: Flashing/Glitching/Uncanny Valley)

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@insomniphic @blackkatdraws2 *wink wonk*

[devildomwriter]

MC: Barbatos! Barbatos!

Barbatos: MC, what has you so excited?

MC: I just got my degree from Purdue university!

Barbatos: Oh my! Congratulations MC. We’ll have to throw a party.

Barbatos: What is your degree for?

MC: *Shows*

Barbatos: *Gives you an annoyed glare and walks away*

Diavolo: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Diavolo: “You should give us a demonstration.”

Barbatos: “NO.”

[dotthings]

Just to show how bad this is and why the AI issue is important, there are Hollywood higher-ups who actually are looking for how to replace writers with AI. Have AI write the scripts.

“I’ve had a couple of higher-level people ask, if a strike does happen, how quickly could they spin up an AI system to just write the scripts? And they’re serious.” “I absolutely promise you that some people are already working on getting scripts written by AI, and the longer the strike lasts, the more resources will be poured into that effort.”

[c-nstellati-ns]

Nolan needs his pussy pounded fr fr

literally... while he does love debbie dearly, nolan hasn't been able to indulge in his fantasies in such a long time.

being a viltrumite means that he has certain wants and needs that just aren't being properly fulfilled. he's grown extremely irritable because of it and it's becoming a problem now. debbie is worried and mark is starting to get put off by it, so of course he has to take all these frustrations out somewhere right? why not fight all that irritation away?

no one one would miss a few unruly criminals, right? the blood on his hands, adrenaline pumping through his veins...

so how did he end up here?

how did nolan end up pressed up against the floor like this, hands pinned above his head-- being fucked silly by a man he thought was just some human he would get rid of quicker than he could even blink? what was this?

nolan could barely think, much less try to struggle against your overwhelming strength. he could feel you so deep in his cunt, it was driving him crazy. he lets out a choked sob when your tip kisses his cervix and his legs tighten around you as if he wants you to keep sucking you in.

when you slow your hips into an agonisingly slow grind, nolan's tear filled eyes finally crack open (he wasn't even aware that he had closed them in the first place). you lean in and kiss at his collar,

"one of earth's greatest heroes, are you..." you mutter against his skin, licking, sucking hickeys all over his exposed skin. his suit completely torn from his muscled frame, bruises littering the places where you grabbed him so roughly at it.

you were going to have fun with him.

[skywerse]

I think I’ve finally stopped cringing enough to share some of the stuff I worked on for my short film, “Heirloom” and this is the colour script!! :D

The colours carry a lot of the emotional weight in the film, pulling you through each stage of the story and making you feel every shift the characters experience!! This was especially crucial since there's no dialogue or narration to lean on... So let me yapp a bit about that—

The first act features vibrant yellows, greens, and oranges—warm, lively tones that signify peace and stability. This palette establishes a sense of calm and familiarity, but as the act progresses, darker hues begin to infiltrate the scene.

In the latter part of the first act, the colour scheme shifts dramatically to dark, gritty reds and oranges. This transition introduces this tangible intensity, this foreboding feeling, highlighting a surge of anger and tension. The dominance of these reds signals a significant change in the narrative.

The second act dives into violets and purples, evoking a sense of novelty and uncertainty. These colours effectively illustrate the protagonist’s struggle to find his footing in a world that has moved on without him.

The third act is divided into two parts! Initially, deep blues dominate as the protagonist returns to a home that's long gone. These dark, sombre tones represent profound sadness and loss.

The final part of the film transitions back to these bright, saturated yellows, concluding on a very hopeful note. This return to vibrant colours signifies a resolution and a full-circle moment, reflecting the protagonist's journey and his redemption :)

if you have 7 mins to spare to watch my short film, look under the cut!!

(BEWARE!!! I was on a tight deadline for this, the audio is SHIT)

[b0tster]

silent hill short message was way better than i expected. sure its got some flaws and is no where near as good as the originals but its the best SH game in a very long time

yes the voice delivery was hella cringe in places, has 0 subtlety and the way it tried to shoehorn in a reference to the titular town was less than ideal but thats surface level stuff. bones were good. simple. but good.

and like yeag the game as a whole was kinda basic when u dig into the themes but it was told well, humbly presented and shadow dropped as a small little thing and not overhyped. monster design was great. atmosphere was great. good graff. idk i fuck w it.

[spacedlexi]

getting deeper into my post s4 era (finally)

[visualtaehyun]

just P'Poppy being Painfully Single™ again (in celebration of P'Zee's birthday???? 😂)

[cunla]

fan | stay (2024)

dir. cúnla ní bhraonáin morris

i directed and wrote “fan”, a short film in irish which is about a woman who keeps going on bad dates with men, and her best friend whose advice is to date women instead. we are now in post-production so watch this space!

[sweetest-soprano]

Bonjour, mon ami!

How goes the attempts at getting Monsieur le Vicomte back up to his proper size? Have you gained any further ideas on how to sort the whole thing out?

The drama of it all is quite entertaining, do give me an update!

–M. André, @memoirsofamanager

Well I am attempting to convince him that I may simply re-milkshake him, add some more milk for mass and put him in a bucket in an icehouse so he stays to size. However he seems most persistent that Erik (whom suggested the idea) is simply trying to torture him further. It is silly, in my opinion. Would he truly rather stay tiny?

Not that he wasn’t in the first place..

[marionette-j2x]

The advantages of being short-

For my TSP: New Script AU