primalady

[primalady]

my fave Chappell Roan songs bc i can ... sentence starters

"I just need a little air."

"You're losing it lately."

"I'm cliché, who cares?"

"Well, good luck, babe."

"I don't wanna call it off."

"Call me hot, not pretty!"

"And guess I'm the fool..."

"I just need a little loving."

"Think I'm gonna call it off."

"But you don't wanna call it love."

"What's it take to bring you home?"

"It's comical, the bridges you burn."

"What's it take to get your number?"

"If karma's real, I hope it's your turn."

"You can say it's just the way you are."

"Wishing you the best, in the worst way."

"You know I hate to say, but I told you so."

"I try not to care, but it hurts my feelings."

"It's all in my head, but I want non-fiction."

"I could be the one, or your new addiction."

"Well, I woke up alone staring at my cеiling."

"Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling."

"You only wanna be the one that I call baby."

"I don't want the world, but I'll take this city."

"Make a new excuse, another stupid reason."

"Ruined my credit, stole my cute aesthetic…"

"People say I'm jealous, but my kink is karma."

"I just wanna love someone who calls me baby."

"You don't have to stare, comе here, get with it!"

"You're standing face to face with 'I told you so'."

"Think I'm gonna call it off, even if you call it love."

"No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater."

"No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute!"

"You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling."

"Who knew that we'd let it get this bad when it ended?"

"I don't wanna call it off, but you don't wanna call it love."

"You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth."

"Baby, do you like this beat? I made it so you'd dance with me."

[primalady]

"Claws?" Marie teased once more as she made a cute nyan-esque pose this time, flashing her manicured white & pink nails, before clicking another photo.

Yes, she looked cute, no, badass. Thats what she was right - cool, not collected. Another pout before she let a hum of purr escape her chest at his question. She nodded. Click. At the additional query if she was a social media influencer, she let out a bubbly laugh. "I wish," she snorted. While she had followers, she wasnt able to be an influence. No, she was constrained to opera ads and singing reels, maybe the occasional fit post if approved by Grandmama.

"Not that exciting. I'm an opera singer, Lady Marie Bonfamille, prima donna only second to Duchess Bonfamille," she greeted fancifully, curtsy before rolling her eyes. "Marie." she simplified with a shrug before gesturing to the bike. "Thank you again, what's your name?"

Hands lift up in the air in mock resignation as he steps away from the bike, from the one thing he holds most dear. But he refuses to look away. “ Heh - sure, something like that. Maybe a little pointier. ”

Kitty watches her as she pulls out her phone to take a picture against his bike, somewhat proud of the recognition of his hard work and toil to get her looking this pretty, but also curious. His own fingers drum against the fabric of his jacket, arms drawing to a fold as he watched the girl take her picture. “ Are you famous, or something? ” No, he didn't recognise her - but you could absolutely call it a cat's intuition. The way she conducted herself screamed either fame, or fortune. “ Don't tell me you're some kinda social media influencer. ”

[primalady]

the anger in his eyes felt cold. it startled her. she had never seen such annoyed anger. (and she was a certified brat; she'd gotten on the nerves of many people.)

her eyes fell into a catlike glare. "it was an accident," marie retorted out, her fear blinded by her pride. while her tone wasn't rude, it was far-too bold. there was a beat, as if the champagne had bubbled out of her brain for a moment. sobering up to realize that maybe he wasnt a person she should fight. "i can pay for dry cleaning." she offered, tone still one of a brat. sharp and know-it-all. hell, she could pay for it twenty times over and it wouldnt dent the money she has.

at his own shift, her raised-haired anger softened. blink blink blink with blue sapphire eyes. the advice seemed...genuine. and well, she was a bit out of her element. "oh." she breathed out, her hand going to her necklace. she did like her sapphire jewelry. how could someone steal it off her without--- her train of thought fizzled at his questions.

"appointment? what kind of appointments happen here?" she asked, brows crinkling. glancing around, she couldn't imagine a serious business appointment happening. "no, no - i was with my friends." her thumb jutting back towards the writhing crowd. "renji? oh, uh, no, no, you've got the wrong girl." she shook the hand that held her bag while her other went to try to unclasp the sapphire necklace around her throat, struggling for the tiny delicate clasp with her manicured fingers. "uh, can you help?" marie queried. "please?"

Kimura’s immediate and by default reactions are anger and annoyance at the sudden splash of champagne on his suit. He clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing as he looks down at the woman who stumbled into him. "Watch where the hell you’re going," he snaps, his voice cold and edged with irritation. "You're sorry? Yeah? Clean it then." An asshole, as usual. Sadly for her, this really isn’t the place to be bumping into the wrong people and him? Well he's never in the mood to deal with that kind of shit. His eyes and attention adjust on her for a second, with a slight surprise. The thousand-dollar dress, the shimmering jewelry, the polished, almost fragile aura she exudes—huh. It clearly isn't the type of girls he sees here, despite a lot of money flowing in this club and the dirty bills getting thrown down tables, she must be from a different kind of wealth, the picture of high society, completely out of place in the club’s wild and sweaty atmosphere. The tension in his shoulders ease, alright so she isn’t just another careless drunk. Kimura sighs, running a hand through his hair as he forces himself to calm down. "Hey this isn’t the kind of place you wear this. It's gonna end bad for you," he observes, his index finger tugging on that necklace a little. "You should put that in your purse." He speaks before looking at her purse. Well, that too looks like it costs a house. "Do you got some sort of appointment here or?" The rare times where he sees some rich lost girls like her around here is when they're being scammed and used by one of the boys, especially Renji that little piece of shit, not his business tho, just checking. "You're Renji's girl?"

[primalady]

"we can blame my brothers," she giggled. "BUT - don't worry, money can get us out of this if we do get caught." money always did.

starters : @primalady

 ❛  so,  hypothetically,  if  we  were  to  blame  someone,  who  would  it  be  ?  ❜

[primalady]

Pet. She hated being called a pet. She scowled at him, pretty and pink lips curled into Marie kept a glare on her face as he towered over her, leaning low and intimate. Her chin remained held high even when the hotness of his breath caressed her skin. She shivered a bit but as quick as he was near he straightened.

Clean.... he wanted her to clean. An incredulous laugh tumbled from her lips. "Clean your apartment?" she scoffed. Marie looked this way and that. It was filthy. Trash scattered on the floor. Dishes, cans, and dirty clothes (and who knows what else) all about.

"WAIT - you wanted me to dress up to clean your apartment?" she exclaimed before rounding about, rising on the tips of her toes in anger. "No, no, first, what about me looks like I clean?"

Marie couldn't remember the last time she did her own laundry... or the dishes... She's had maids and nannies and this and that her entire life. If she's honest, she wasn't sure where to start.

Just in time. Prompt. He liked that. He opened the door. She brought her attitude with her, it was the first thing he noticed. Of course, he knew she wouldn't be easy to toy with but he was prepared. He stepped aside giving her passage to his humble abode. He did catch that she didn't change outfit, though it did not faze him.

He got close to her ear, his tall figure towering over her small body. "I'm glad you came. I like obedient pets. Now, there's something I want you to do for me tonight." His voice was low and husky. "Something personal. Something that needs a woman's touch." His breath touched the shell of her ear.

He then suddenly straightened up as if he hadn't been sensual with her moments ago.

"I want you to clean my apartment!" He spoke with a smile on his face as if he was a totally different person from moments ago.

His place was a dump. Typical teenage boy's room aura. Empty pizza boxes, crushed soda cans, dirty clothes scattered about, and dishes piled in the sink.

"Chop chop!"

[primalady]

now, marie was spoiled. silver spoon in mouth and all. when she wanted something she wanted it now. why wait when money made the world go round? and right now... she wanted ice cream. and not just any ice cream, no, she was craving this store's double-chocolate-chip hand-crafted sweet cream with caramel drizzle on a freshly-made artisan waffle cone.

the other's smile only furthered her pout, plump lipglossed lips puffy with brattiness. "well, they shouldn't be!" she complained, stomping her foot childishly. "yelp said their hours was now and--" ugh, she huffed a bit.

a replacement. this man was offering a replacement for something irreplaceable. but he looked nice... smile politely, even offered to shake her hand. so she did, strong but gentle, dainty but respectful. a lady was always demure, never too much. she was being too much right now. imagine if someone got a video of her (of course, she'd just pay for it to be removed but still...)

"marie," she introduced. "what place could be as good as this place?" a lament of a prima donna. "have you had their ice cream? its better than anything!"

@primalady asked: “I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.”

hazel eyes mused at his own comment . he thought it was comical ! a business is closed , you see someone trying to get inside , you pass them a little 'leave a message and they'll call back later' , and go about both of your days with a laugh . this time though , it seemed maybe he had tried to be buddy buddy with the wrong person . " oop - - " matt's lips formed into a thin line at the delivery of those words before they sucked in as if he'd sucked on a lemon . o k a y . well , i guess she got her point across well , matthew couldn't necessarily blame her for that ; but , did she have to say it LIKE that ? the brunet tries to give another toothy smile , nodding in understanding . he could tell by how she was dressed , how this woman held herself , that perhaps this wouldn't be the easiest thing to explain . . .

" no , no , trust me , i get it's pretty annoying , but what i'm saying is they're uh . . . " he gestures to the closed sign on the door . " they're closed , i'm sorry , i didn't mean to be confusing . . . " he says sheepishly , hand rubbing at the back of his neck . " i was just trying to make a little funny banter . but , if you're actually looking for a place similar i could maybe give you some suggestions to make up ? " matthew offers with a polite smile , a fair hand shooting out to shake hers . " also , hi , matthew . "

[primalady]

hey i have another oc @k1ssyk1ssy! shes inspired from miss piggy so very loud very brash very glamorous. very different from marie!

[primalady]

The Aristocats  {Sentence Starters}

“Wait for me!”

“He’s scandalous.“

“Females never fight fair!“

“Why should you be first?“

“Yeah. I got a million of ‘em.“

“May I give you a hand, sir?“

“You could have lost your life.“

“'Cause I’m a lady. That’s why.“

“You can be replaced, you know.“

“Ah, now how would I know that?“

“Why, that’s outrageous! It’s crazy!”

“If I walk any further, I’ll get flat feet.“

“I’m the leader! I’ll decide what it was!“

“Well, where’s my beddy-bye basket?”

“Blow some o’ that sweet stuff my way!“

“Very good, darling. That was very nice.“

“Boy, your eyes really are like sapphires!“

“Haven’t you forgotten something, darling?“

“Well, you see, I’m not exactly her husband.“

“Hey! Mee-yow! What a classy neighborhood!“

“You’re going to Timbuktu if it’s the last thing I do.“

“Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them!“

“Your husband is very charming and very handsome.“

“Wait a minute. I’m the leader! I’m the one that says when we go.“

“Now you go for the tires, and I’ll go right for the seat of the problem.“

“Everybody wants to be a cat, because a cat’s the only cat who knows where it’s at.”

[primalady]

oh my god, they were roommates  … sentence starters

also included some aimed at cohabitating couples

“Did we leave the stove on?”

“Did you remember to unplug that?”

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

“Do you wanna just order pizza tonight?”

“You’re slowing down the internet, again.”

“I washed dishes last night. It’s your turn.”

“Seriously? You ate them all? Without me?”

“Do you have to have your music that loud?”

“Oh, don’t give me that! It had my name on it!”

“Scootch over, you’re hogging the whole couch.”

“You made dinner? Thanks, it smells really good.“

“Touch my chips and you’re gonna meet the lord.”

“My Netflix password, I get to decide what we watch.”

“If you touch that thermostat one more time, I swear…”

“Oh, yeah, light’s been burnt out for, like, a week, now.”

“Put down the broom and go to bed, you’re exhausted.”

“I just pulled all these out of the couch. Care to explain?”

“I swear, this place is haunted. The lights keep flickering.”

“No. You can’t solve every household issue with duct-tape.”

“Was that the sound of a pipe bursting? Please, tell me no.”

“You can’t just hoard (trash item). You’re like a dragon of garbage.”

“Well, I would’ve liked to sleep, but SOMEONE hogged the bed last night.”

“Our neighbors keep eyeing our little garden. I think they’re jealous. Good.”

“So, don’t panic, but you know how they say you shouldn’t microwave metal…?”

“Excuse you, you don’t need a pillow. I’m right here, and perfectly pillow-shaped!”

“Did you really write ‘REDRUM’ on the mirror? You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Hey, I know you’ve had a rough day, so I made a quick stop and picked up your favorite snack.”

“Sorry I didn’t warn you that I sleepwalk. Didn’t mean to become your sleep paralysis demon.”

“Yeah, I’d love to do the yardwork… if it could stop snowing/raining/storming for more than ten seconds.”

“I was going to throw out the milk, but it’s been in there so long, it gained sentience and I’m scared to get near it.”

“Since things keep breaking, I think we have a household ghost. And I’m gonna name him Steve. Steve, you’re a dick.”

“Apparently, you can duct tape a person to a wall. We have duct tape. We have a wall. Are you seeing where I’m going with this?”

“Somewhere in this house, there’s a smoke alarm low on batteries. And it’s taunting me with its beeps, because it knows I can’t figure out which one it is.”

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@faeriemists liked for a starter.

"I haven't seen you at one of these parties in a while!" Marie chimed before taking a sip of her champagne. A smile came to her bunny-tongue pink lips. "You doing alright? The company around here is a bore without you."

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starter call!

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@dunkdazed liked for a starter.

"This is why I don't do sports," Marie mumbled, pressing the ice pack to her sore forehead where the basketball bonked her. Did it hurt thatttt bad? No. But to have hot, tall, athletic guys fawning over her, Marie was maybe playing it up.

"Is it bruising?" she removed the ice pack pressing it to her cheek as she tilted her head up towards him, pouting.

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starter call!

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She does make the rules - at least in her mind. Her head tilted as she waited for his reply, glaring as his tongue poked the inside of cheek as if he found something funny. Her sapphire eyes burned.

Every time he used her nickname it made her fight the urge to roll her eyes. Little Lady, the youngest Bonfamille... but he said it in such a way she was ready to fight.

Marie squinted at him. "No weird things, monster boy." she commented before turning on her heel, hair flipping in his face. The two of them walking in opposite directions.

--

Its 6pm. In front of Ryu's place, of all things. Marie had thought about purposely dressing badly, wearing lazy clothes like jeans and a plain tee but she didn't want to be seen in public like that. So she still wore what she had on earlier, defiantly so. It was cute in her opinion but she refused to dress up for h i m.

"Open up," she complained, knocking on his door. If he thought she'd be an easy 'servant' he was wrong. She was ready to complain and brat and annoy him until it was just easier to get rid of her photo and let her go on her merry way.

It's adorable how she thinks she can make the rules, but nonetheless, he agrees. But only because he thinks he'll be bored of her by then. Their's other toys he can play with after all. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, he was resisting the urge to laugh.

"Okay, Little Lady," there he went again with one of her nicknames, "August 31st. It's a deal. Tonight. 6 PM sharp. I want you at my place. Wear something pretty." He clicked his tongue and eyed her up and down, then off he went.

[primalady]

☾ The Aristocats (1970) Sentence Starters

feel free to change words and pronouns as needed.

“Cause I’m a lady, that’s why!”

“Oh, [Name], you sly old fox!”

“Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them!”

“I told you it was [Name].”

“Aw, shut up, [Name]!”

“Because I outrank you, that’s why. Now stop beating your gums and sound the attack!”

“You can be replaced, you know.”

“Why, you are eyes are like sapphires sparkling so bright. They make the morning radiant and light.”

“How romantic.”

“Very poetic. But it is not quite Shakespeare.”

“Do I have sparkling sapphire eyes that dazzle too?”

“Why, mister [Name], you are amazing.”

“[Name], you could have lost your life!”

“It’s not exactly the Ritz, but it’s peaceful and quiet.”

“Boy, your eyes really are like sapphires.”

“Oh no, not at all. Any woman would like it.”

“What’s a little swinger like you doin’ on our side of town?”

“Why this is outrageous! It’s crazy!”

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starter call!

[primalady]

PROMPTS FROM SHREK 2 *  assorted dialogue from the 2004 film, adjust as necessary

quick! tell a lie!

i can't believe you're just gonna walk away from the best thing that ever happened to you.

say something crazy, like "i'm wearing ladies underwear!"

i most certainly am not!

it's a thong!

i don't feel any different. do i look any different?

you still look like an ass to me.

nobody said i have the right to remain silent!

you have the right to remain silent. what you lack is the capacity.

stop. i have misjudged you.

join the club. we got jackets.

look, she's not seeing any clients today.

we're from the union.

we represent the workers in all magical industries, both evil and benign.

are you feeling at all degraded or oppressed?

okay, we're going to have a look around.

think of the saddest thing that's ever happened to you.

oh man. where do i begin?

they all got drunk and started hitting me with sticks, yelling "piñata! piñata!"

i need you to cry!

all i got in my room was shampoo.

i hate mondays.

who on earth are they?

that's not little. that's a really big problem.

we came, we saw them, now let's go before they light the torches.

they're my parents!

good! now's our chance! let's go back inside and pretend we're not home.

quick, while they're not looking, we can make a run for it.

you can do this.

i don't want to die!

oh sweet sister mother of mercy! i'm melting! i'm melting!

i'm sorry, the position of annoying talking animal has already been taken.

oh look! a little cat!

look out! he's got a piece!

are we there yet?

oh god help me! please!

tell the truth. will i ever be able to play the violin again?

i drank the potion and well, now... i'm sexy.

oh pick me! i'll be your true love!

someday i will repay you, unless of course i can't find you, or if i forget.

fear me, if you dare.

i had hoped you would never see me like this.

i'm sorry to both of you.

i just wish i could be the man that you deserve.

go! your lady needs you!

today, i repay my debt.

who dares enter my room?

i hope i'm not interrupting anything.

you are told correct, but for this i charge a great deal of money.

for five minutes, could you not be yourself?

it wasn't my fault! he didn't get there in time!

are you kidding? he's gorgeous! his face looks like it was carved by angels?

i see london! i see france!

why don't we drop in for a spell?

oh mexican food! my favorite!

you have forced me to do something i really don't want to do.

my diet is ruined! i hope you're happy.

they just want to give us their blessing.

who said i want to be part of this family?

look out! here comes the new me!

first things first. we need to get you out of those clothes.

did i miss?

pardon me. would you mind letting me go?

quit messing around!

almost everybody who meets you wants to kill you.

whatever happens... i must not cry.

can i help you, your majesty?

tell us about where you live.

i guess that will be a fine place to raise the children.

oh, stop being such a drama king.

i don't care whose fault this was, just get this place cleaned up.

i'm not going.

he's completely lost his mind!

we can't be lost.

i wasn't the one who refused to stop for directions.

you're so tense.

do you think you could get up there?

i've made changes for you. think about that.

i guess i gave her the wrong tea.

sorry. i thought that question was directed at me.

uh... FYI. not my fault.

we just need to work out something smarter, that's all.

i need to have someone "taken care of."