#free to use scripts

[system-of-a-feather]

So if you said something that you feel kind of bad for saying (may that be in an actual guilt / empathy way or in a "I think it would have been better to do XYZ to show that I care"), its almost always okay to acknowledge that your actions did not align with how you would like to express your feelings / relationship / care for another party.

For example, I grew up in a household where, particularly with my middle sister, one of the only ways to secure both attention / acknowledgement AND survival resources (food, clothes, etc) was to make the other person look small, stupid, lesser, etc in ways ranging from minute to large scale. Since we've made amends like two years ago, we both have really tried to wean off of that sort of behavior when we are around our parents (we don't have it when we aren't, its a learned trauma behavior)

And so the other day I passively made a small comment that implied that "oh you think 9:30 / 10:30 am is *morning* haha" when 1) I know she doesnt because of her work and that its only 'early' because she has jetlag and 2) no one cares and its petty as shit and 3) bitch (@ me) that is morning you just have a stupid morning work schedule

And so after the fact, even though she didn't seem offended and it was honestly not really even acknowledged, I found myself a bit disappointed as I would rather NOT have my words and actions undermine the message of respect and care I have for her, and even though I doubted she cared, I dropped a quick acknowledgement and apology just to make it clear and touch bases that "hey, even if it doesn't bother you, I want to clear up my intentions and apologize anyways just to make sure my intent to respect you as someone I care about is not muddied by this misaligned behavior from me."

And she thought it was sweet even though she wasn't at all offended and was more annoyed at having jet lag than anything else. Which is way better than leaving it up to interpretation as to whether or not she noted that small comment as anything larger

If anyone wants to copy my homework and steal a script, here is a details-stripped version of the message I sent her

Hey btw, I'm sure its not a huge deal [only true if there is no clear reason to suspect she was upset], but in case it is and cause I like to hold myself to a higher standard than I displayed, I just wanted to apologize for the [action done that did not align with how you would like to act]. It was [effect] and just [why it could have been harmful]. It was done without thinking and I just wanted to apologize in case any offense or harm was made as I want to do my best to show my respect and care for you as a person.

[hellfire-radio]

Take a deep breath, darling. That’s it—slow and steady. You’re safe here, with me. You’ve chosen this, haven’t you? To let me guide you, to sink deep into the spiral as you listen to my voice and the world I’m creating for you. You can stop anytime. You know that, don’t you? But you don’t want to stop. No, you want to drop deeper. You want to feel everything I have to offer.

Let your eyes focus on the spiral now. Watch it spin, round and round, pulling you in. Every rotation makes your thoughts softer, lighter, quieter. Isn’t that nice? To just let go? To let the world fade away until there’s nothing left but the sound of my voice and the feeling of surrender.

Let’s make things simple for you, shall we? Whenever I say bubble pop, your mind will go completely blank. Every thought, every worry will just disappear, leaving you empty and open.

And whenever I say good girl, you’ll feel a wave of pleasure—warm, wonderful, undeniable pleasure. It will fill you up and remind you how proud I am of you, how perfect you are.

Let’s try it now.

Bubble pop!

Feel it, darling—your thoughts vanishing, your mind growing soft and pliant. No need to think. No need to worry. Just an open, empty canvas for me to work with.

Good girl.

That’s it. Feel how good it is to let go, to be praised, to know you’re doing so well for me.

Now, I want you to imagine what it feels like to give up control completely. To be taken, guided, used in exactly the way you were meant to be. Picture it now—hands on your body, strong and unyielding, pulling you close. You don’t have to decide anything; you don’t have to resist. You’re just here to feel, to experience, to give yourself over.

Imagine being manhandled, my hands gripping your hips, pulling you into place. Isn’t that what you wanted? To be touched, held, controlled? You don’t have to think about what comes next. You don’t have to decide if you like it or not.

Bubble pop!

You’re too dumb to think about it. Too empty to resist. Isn’t that beautiful?

Feel the moment of hesitation, that little spark of fear. The thrill of wondering if this was the right choice. But it was, wasn’t it? Because you trust me. You chose this. You wanted this. You need this. To be taken, to be used, to be left with nothing but pleasure.

Good girl. That’s my perfect little doll.

Now, the commands. ‘Kneel.’ ‘Open your mouth.’ ‘Touch yourself.’ Each one makes your heart race, your body respond. You obey without question, because that’s what you were made for. You don’t need to think about it. You just do as you’re told, reveling in the safety of surrender.

Bubble pop! No thoughts, no doubts, just blind obedience and endless pleasure.

And when you feel my hands again—gripping, groping, guiding—it’s like electricity under your skin. You were made to be touched, weren’t you? To be taken. To be used. To bring pleasure and to feel it coursing through you.

Good girl. Every touch, every command, every moment makes you more and more mine.

You love this, don’t you? Being a toy, a doll, a vessel for pleasure. It’s what you were meant for. You don’t even need to think. Thinking is too hard for a silly little doll like you.

No, you just feel. You feel the pleasure, the pride, the trust. You feel yourself being filled up with every word I say.

Bubble pop! Empty again. So perfect, so pliant.

Get on your knees, where you belong, mouth open, so eager, so ready. Your lips are parted already, a little drool slipping down your chin as you stare up with those big, glassy eyes. You don’t even have to think about what to do—your body knows.

Your mouth was made to please, wasn’t it? To wrap around me, to suck, to serve. Every movement, every little sound you make is perfect, instinctual, and completely natural.

Touch yourself. Your hands can’t help but wander, can they? One of them drifting down between your legs, teasing yourself, touching yourself just the way you like it. You’re so dumb and aroused, aren’t you? Mindlessly following my orders like a good girl.

So lost in the pleasure, so empty-headed and desperate. That’s it, let your fingers slide against that sensitive, needy spot, stroking, circling. You’re made for this, after all. Made to feel good. Made to serve.

Look at you, darling. Such a sight. Your cheeks flushed, your tongue flicking over my tip as if you can’t get enough. The way your body arches, your hips grinding against your own hand, all while you wait for my next command.

You were designed for this, weren’t you? To be used, to be taken, to be made into something so utterly beautiful and mindless.

Bubble pop! There it is again, that sweet, empty look on your face. No thoughts, just need. Just desire. Just pure, raw submission.

And that expression—oh, what a delight. Dumb and aroused, drooling and desperate. You couldn’t hide your want if you tried, could you? But why would you? You love this. You love being like this for me.

You love the way my voice fills the empty spaces in your head, telling you what a good girl you are. That’s it, darling, moan for me. Louder. Needier. Show me how much you adore being my perfect, obedient fuckdoll.

Feel your throat tighten just a little, your lips stretching wider as I take what’s mine. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to suck, to serve, to please.

Every little noise, every shiver, every moan is proof of how perfectly you fit this role. You’re my doll, my toy, my treasure. And you love it. You crave it. You need it more than anything else.

Keep touching yourself. Keep moaning, keep letting that pleasure build and build. You don’t have to think about anything else—just focus on how good you feel.

Oh? Does my good girl want to cum? Is that why you’re whining so much?

Bubble pop! There we go, problem solved. Just focus on your purpose, what you are. Being a good fucking object. You can feel that pleasure and warmth building more and more, can’t you?

But you won’t cum without permission. No, you’re a good girl. You’ll wait for my command. You love to obey.

Keep touching and rubbing, darling. Come on, open your mouth a little more. I know you can take more. There we go. Good girl. Good girl…

Wait for it…

Cum.

Fuck, you feel so good. Good girl. Such a good little fuckdoll.

You’ve done so well for me. Such a good girl. You can carry these feelings with you, or you can let them fade away. You can read this again or look at the spiral. It’s your choice.

You’re in control now. But you’ll always remember how good it feels to let go. You love being helpless. Deep down you know this is all you are. A perfect needy fuckdoll.

[fruityhahn]

so i just remembered i have some wandavision scripts INCLUDING ep 8 and-

🥺🥺 agatha was just a kid. the script says she was 18. and her fucking coven, her family, her mother tried to kill her. she didn't even know how to use her power and she was scared 😭😭

i really want to see more salem in agatha all along but like 🥺 i forgot how the script for ep 8 reads 😭

[blackkatdraws2]

[Blank Scripts AU]

The Narrator [Black] and reality-warping.

[a2zillustration]

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[ratwithhands]

I had this AU archived off my accounts for a few years, but I'm thinking about it a lot more these days so I'm digging it up for sketches.

This is Kudari from Codebreaker, functionally the starting antagonist for the story when Emmet accidentally collides with him and takes parts of his body.

For a little debrief, the main idea of Codebreaker is that Emmet discovers that he exists in a false reality, and that there is a parallel plane where all of the instructions for his reality exist. He finds his way to this plane by accident after walking back from another lonely day at work, and is hellbent on learning how to manipulate it in the hopes that he can recover Ingo with that knowledge. Kudari is his own set of instructions, who he partly dismantles, allowing him to actually interact with the code. This leaves a hollowed out shell that starts trying to find his own way to get his body back from Emmet.

I'd been thinking about the Beta Submas leaks which lead me to sketching him again. Here's the first rough warmup sketch I did with a fight between him and Emmet.

From there I just started reworking his old design to be worse 💀

Let me know if you guys want more of this freak, he's honestly really fun to sketch.

[grellssquishyhusband]

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

the really fucked up thing is that when s3 does finally come it's going to be focused on lestat and set from his pov and not the Armand And Marius Show I've been plotting in my brain for ages. like how do I cope with that.

[fromtheseventhhell]

Cersei and Brienne I am so, so sorry that people in this fandom have madonna-whore complexed you two. I'm so sorry that your characters and arcs have been reduced to you being the devil and angel on Jaime's shoulder. You deserve so much better than how you're perceived by this misogynistic fandom 🙏🏾

[hellfire-radio]

Alright doll, let’s get you nice and comfortable. You know how this goes. Just relax for me. Let your body settle, your mind grow quiet, and your thoughts drift away like clouds on a breezy day.

Keep looking at the spiral. Let it draw you in. It’s so easy, isn’t it? Watching the spiral spin and turn, letting it take all those pesky little thoughts away. You don’t need them right now. You don’t need to think. Just listen. Just feel.

Take a deep breath in… and out. Good girl. That’s it. Let my voice guide you, pulling you deeper and deeper. With each word, you feel yourself slipping, sinking, falling into that blissful place where nothing else matters.

You love it when I call you a good girl, don’t you? It fills you with warmth, with happiness, with pride. Every time you hear those words, you feel a little surge of pleasure, a reminder that you’re doing exactly what you were made to do.

Good girl. Such a good girl for me.

Now, doll, as you sink deeper, I want you to focus on who you are. You’re my fuck doll, aren’t you? My sweet, beautiful fuck doll, made to feel good and to make others feel good. That’s what you’re here for. That’s your purpose, your pleasure.

You’re free use, my darling. That doesn’t mean you’re free. No, no—this isn’t about freedom. This is about being available, about being open to whatever pleasures might come your way. You love that, don’t you? Knowing that you’re here to bring pleasure, to serve, to be used. Our pleasure is your pleasure, so you just need to make us feel good.

And oh, how you love being used. You’re a good girl, a perfect little doll who gets off on being someone’s toy. A fuck doll. A whore.

That’s right. You love hearing those words, don’t you? They make you tingle in all the best ways. They remind you of who you are, what you’re for. But don’t worry, doll. It’s all affectionate. Every word, every little tease, is said with love. It’s just the truth, after all. You love being used, you love being a whore, and you love when someone tells you what you love.

You were made for this. Made to be touched, to be played with, to be adored. Made to bring pleasure and to feel it yourself. And oh, do you feel it. Every time you comply, every time someone uses you, it’s like fireworks going off in your mind. Pleasure fills you up to the brim every time somebody moans because of you. Their pleasure is your pleasure, remember?

You don’t know what you want, do you? No, no, no, darling— because knowing and thinking is for people. And you’re not a person, you’re just a fuck doll. You love being a toy, you love needing to be told what you like because you’re just that dumb. Just an object for my pleasure. You adore being used, you love feeling this way. Knowing what you are and your purpose, your place.

But you’re more than just a toy, aren’t you? You’re a good toy. A good girl. A perfect fuck doll. You don’t just bring pleasure—you are pleasure. Everything about you, from the way you look to the way you moan, is designed to make people lose themselves in you.

And when someone touches you, when someone uses you, it’s not just about them, is it? It’s about you, too. You’re not just giving pleasure—you’re taking it, feeling it, reveling in it.

Because being used feels good, doesn’t it? It feels right. It feels like coming home, like slipping into something warm and familiar.

You love being my doll, my sweet little fuck doll. And you love being free use. You love the idea that anyone can touch you, can take you, can play with you. It makes you feel special, wanted, adored.

So here’s what we’re going to do, my darling. From now on, you’ll embrace it. You’ll revel in it. You’ll take pride in being free use, in being my fuck doll, in being there to bring pleasure and nothing more.

And every time someone calls you a good girl, you’ll feel a little surge of pleasure, a little reminder of how perfect you are.

Good girl. Such a good girl.

Now, take all of that in. Let it sink deep into your mind, into your heart. And when you’re ready, when you’re feeling all warm and tingly and full of pleasure, you can come back to me.

You’re my doll. And you’re perfect just the way you are. Being filled and fucked and used.

[dead-inside-demiboy]

Okay, in kinda a reference to my last post on the topic, I am curious about the experience of other aces, since I dont know many sex positive ace-specs irl.

[bimbowood]

Soap’s a bully/ mean dom. Who sometimes gets easily bored. Which is why during movie nights or whenever your in the house doing literally anything he sticks a vibrator that HE can control up your pussy and puts it on the highest vibrations just to turn it down or completely off when your gonna cum :((

Tag list @caycay0 @shawtyfromdirtydocks @flowersforfics

Cuddling while watching a movie?? Ruined orgasm plus fingering. You know you can take it for him! just let him have his fun Bonnie

Cooking breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, or a snack?? Hour long edging session with a vibrator, you need to stop being so distracted by stuff lassie!! Just make the man his food while being tirelessly edged for an hour long, you’ll get your orgasm when the hangry man gets his food!

Cleaning up the house? Overstimulation until you agree to take a break just for you to be overstimulated again :((

Been brating him all week?? Tied up to the bedpost with a vibrator inside you being edged over and over and over again until your brain is melted and your begging him, slurring needy nonsense about how you were only bratty for his attention and won’t do it again

Giving him a blowy? As a reward he’s gonna give you mind melting orgasm so you can be dumb and needy for him!! All while taking him in the mouth

Today in particular was normal, Johnny home from deployment but something you didn’t notice, you were wearing the combo that drove soap crazy with hornyness, his favorite lacy stockings, that purrrfect white thong and a white push up bra. Which explains why you were riding Johnny’s thigh going extremely fast practically chasing your orgasm. All the while Johnny looked at you laughing mockingly while turning the vibrations up and up and up and oh your about to cum!? Nope. Vibrations down and down and down and down. It’s all your fault Bonnie, you know how much he loves when those beautiful brown legs are covered up with stockings and that little white thong shows off your leaky cunt when you bend over

All you can do is whine and complain until he give you the green light to fuck his thigh again just for him to do it again and again and again until he lets you come, good thing you had a mind blowing orgasm afterwards 😵‍💫

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[inflammatoryfandomblog]

"killmonger is an example of the writers making the person advocating for change crazy so the audience couldn't take him seriously" did people actually watch Black Panther or

[hephaestuscrew]

When it becomes clear that Pryce is threatening to walk Minkowski out of an airlock in Ep57 The Devil's Plaything, Eiffel says No for three lines in a row. The first of these lines is a low Oh no of horrified realisation. The third is a defiant shout against the idea that he'd surrender. But nowadays it's the second of these lines that gets me the most: a No that's soft, understated, almost breathed, not addressed to Minkowski or Pryce, just a word which escapes him as the full reality of what might happen sinks in. It's quiet enough that it'd be easy to miss if you were listening in a loud place. It's not an initial sound of realisation. It's not an attempt at defiance. It's not Eiffel trying to plead with Pryce or snap Minkowski out of Pryce's control. He'll do those things later: yelling at both Pryce and Minkowski, banging against the airlock door, crying out in desperation. But before that, he breathes the word No, and he's not trying to communicate anything to anyone. He's just whispering No, expressing beneath his breath - perhaps unconsciously - that this cannot happen. Minkowski cannot die.

[uselessmonsterboy]

Hey thanks for being like the most patient people ever? I am fr just existing in workplace hell BUT I now have a new tablet so I can quit one of my jobs and take on comms again (after finishing the queue of people who accepted that they would be waiting however long until i could afford another) and that will give me time to like.. actually exist and create again

I will be working on the transitional chapter into Kamino Ward Arc but I definitely have changed in my writing style a bit over the break so if it feels different uhhhhh thats just what episodic hobby writing be like lmfao

Anyways! Good vibes and kind times, loves

[cassinopya]

I really need to know what The Master would have done with his hands if they weren’t tied behind his back in his death scene during The Last of The Time Lords