#script starters

[starter-library]

POSSIBLY IN MICHIGAN SENTENCE STARTERS

EDIT AS YOU SEE FIT

“i bite at the hand that feeds me slap at the face that eats me” “[name] attracted violent men. strangely she had a way of making the violence seem like it was their idea” “the three of them had two things in common, violence and perfume.” “mhmmmm this one here smells great” “she couldn't have been that crazy, i dont think so” “she put her poodle one time in a microwave oven” “they were both found dead she must have been out of her head” “here it is there's my favorite perfume we've been looking for everywhere” “why don't you buy one for me too and ill meet you at the door” “how do i meet the strangest men they always seem to find me” “remember that time way back when i kissed a guy who ate his woman friends” “we met before?” “we wont see him anymore” “who knows how some people turn to strange ones. Is it up to me to make them into dead ones?” “[name] longed for that sexual scent that smells like home” “he had used so many masks to disguise himself that he had forgotten who he was, who he'd known.” “there's a strange looking man at my door” “you have two choices. one, i will eat you now, or two, i will cut your arms and legs off one by one and eat them slowly” “Love shouldn’t cost an arm and a leg” “You smell so good the sweetest flower of all” “Have there been others?”

[sobblesources]

TIME FLIES THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ,

a collection of sentence starters from the scripts album ' satellites ' , edited to fit rp needs . adjust pronouns as necessary , warnings for swearing , drug mentions ,

❛ i was glad to see you gone , ❜

❛ i can see you're lying , ❜

❛ was it stubbornness , or was it just pride ? ❜

❛ you're on my mind , ❜

❛ if you miss the feeling , then the feeling goes both ways , ❜

❛ it's running through my veins , ❜

❛ i'm gonna treat you right , ❜

❛ you're the thing i can't replace , ❜

❛ never thought i was the jealous type , ❜

❛ the less i know , the less it hurts , ❜

❛ i don't want to fuck this up , ❜

❛ do i let it off my chest , or do i leave it unsaid , ❜

❛ am i carrying some baggage of a past that just won't heal ? ❜

❛ when you go back , the good & the bad come back to you , ❜

❛ home is where the hurt is , ❜

❛ they did all the fighting but we bear all the scars , ❜

❛ strangers are hard , but family's harder , ❜

❛ we are who we are , ❜

❛ there are no words to say , ❜

❛ i'll try my best , ❜

❛ don't you think the stars look a little closer ? ❜

❛ i wish i could hold the world the way you did for me , ❜

❛ it's so hard to change , ❜

❛ say it's all a dream , ❜

❛ tell me in the morning you'll be here with me , ❜

❛ you made a hell of an exit , ❜

❛ i like to think you finally found some peace , ❜

❛ pour a drink , cause i'll need one , ❜

❛ maybe i'll take it to my grave , ❜

❛ i like the world the way it was , ❜

❛ they'll think i'm crazy if i say it out loud , ❜

❛ i just try to avoid the doctors , ❜

❛ the drugs don't work , they just make it hurt , ❜

❛ getting high only makes me feel low , ❜

❛ i should have listened closer , ❜

❛ you broke me into pieces , ❜

❛ all the stars you were wishing on were just satellites , ❜

❛ maybe i was reckless to let you in , ❜

❛ no one deserves a dagger from behind , ❜

❛ silly me for staying so in love with a ghost , ❜

❛ i went through hell to find the heaven i have now , ❜

❛ you're the one thing i got right , ❜

❛ you came along & changed how i exist , ❜

❛ you fixed me up so good , now i don't fall apart , ❜

❛ do you smile when you feel like crying ? ❜

❛ do you laugh when you're dying inside ? ❜

❛ where's all this going ? ❜

❛ we're not bad people , we;re just going through a really bad time , ❜

❛ leave me fast , or love me slow , ❜

❛ don't tell me you found someone else , ❜

❛ you found heaven while i found hell , ❜

❛ i don't need a ring to know you love me , ❜

❛ they don't do much for me , ❜

❛ a little truth goes a long way , ❜

❛ don't promise me promises you can't keep , ❜

❛ let's just take it slow , ❜

❛ we had to go , ❜

❛ we're gonna run until the day is done , ❜

❛ pick a star that we can follow , ❜

❛ i'll keep you close to my heart , ❜

❛ i'll only miss it when you're gone , ❜

[cupidsbcw]

CLOSED STARTER for @miidnighters plot in source. muse : ivy lovell. 26. she/her. bisexual ( strong preferance for women ). fashion assistant.

ivy wasn't expecting much this summer — just the usual waves, sunburns, and lazy afternoons tangled in sea breeze. but then they showed up, all wide-eyed curiosity and city softness, like they'd never seen a beach town before. ivy clocked them instantly, watching from her usual place on the dock, legs swinging over the edge as she let the salt wind tangle her hair. they stuck out like a misplace page in her well-worn novel, asking for directions with a grin that made her shoulders tense in a way she hadn't felt in a while. when they finally made their way over, she tilted her head, a smirk tugging at the corner of her sunkissed lips. "you lost, or just looking for trouble?"

[co4ched]

@mindsafe

derelict cabin’s silence only permits ever—present eeriness to pervade through the emptiness of every room. ensconced in one such room, ben is afforded precious little solace in inked words upon the yellowed pages of the magus. contradictory as it may be to the very idea of sanity, the lack of bickering’s ordinary unending sonority drives his mind to distraction ; hands that bite with the growing cold of the harsh wind & shake with starvation snap novel’s covers shut.

tired brain replays the narrative he must retell daily : travis and natalie will return with a deer. shauna will take a knife to its throat. misty and mari will oversee its cooking, and he will eat it equal parts guilty & proud. pride for the manner in which his girls have stepped up to the plate / guilt for the loss of grip on the authority so easily torn from him as a plane ripped from the sky.

he isn’t the only one. it’s a fumble to wrap freezing fingers around the wood of a wonky stick masquerading as a crutch ; it’s humiliation’s finest trick to fill the cabin with the sound of his attempts at something so simple for the others as rising from the tomb of his bed & entering the living room. but ben seeks the only other soul who dares take up space so UNEARNED as he does.

dark, tired eyes land on jackie taylor, so uncharacteristic in how the wilderness has shrouded her in shadow. admittedly, teenage girls are not the best of company to keep — ben has no say in the matter. for failed coach to hobble across the floor and sit by failed captain is a better thing than to stew in silence locked away.

“you got, uh, room for me to sit ?” the ache to fix the disruption of her power as he would have one of the girls’ hangovers a year ago is cavernous with its longing. he couldn’t if he tried. he cannot assign her a place in the wilderness the way he could on the field. but maybe he can still help — the closest to an adult to lean on. “the others still not back yet ?” if ever there was a kind way to ask if she still hasn’t decided to help the others …

a coach with no authority, and a captain with no influence. they can sit, completely useless together.

[divineviclence]

𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢   -   𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

@divineuncrowned , @sacrificeds , @steelfyre , @traegedys + accepting 0 / 2 replies.

the  warmth  from  the  sun  was  negligible  in  comparison  to  that  of  home  ,  yet  that  didn’t  stop  the  young  yronwood  from  requesting  a  harp  be  sent  to  the  gardens.  sunbathing  and  a  distraction  to  drown  out  the  mild  headache  that  had  formed  from  the  festivities  the  night  prior.  it  had  yet  to  fail  her  in  dorne  ,  though  who  was  to  say  if  the  same  could  be  said  while  in  kings  landing?  fingers  danced  across  the  strings  ,  plucking  and  playing  a  soft  ,  dreamy  melody  ,  one  that  had  been  perfected  time  and  again.  only  when  a  shadow  cast  across  the  ground  before  her  did  nymeria  pause  ,  digits  hovering  as  she  turned  her  gaze  upward.  “  my  leige  ,  “  a  gentle  smile  gracing  full  lips.  “  i  hope  i  haven’t  been  a  bother.  “

[honeyhour]

muse. isla watson. actress. plot. vibes in source. open to. m / w / nb.

isla’s hand freezes suddenly during her daily scroll through twitter. it’s not like it’s entirely out of the ordinary to see her name trending these days, but the cause for concern comes when from the words ‘s.ex tape’ written directly beneath as the second most popular trend. no… no, there’s no way. a shaky breath is inhaled through tightening lungs, phone slipping from her grip when the headlines finally appear, paired with various censored images from a night she remembers all too well. “fuck, this cannot be happening.”

[multiverseofmisfits]

@stalwartembers

In the Plane of Euthymia once more, the Electro Archon was meditating. Not as long as she used to do before the abolishment of the Sakoku Decree. She had been managing of when she should be outside of her realm of consciousness and when she should take her time meditating or simply having some lone time with little to no distractions.

But then, someone managed to enter this realm. She wasn't even expecting anyone to visit her today. Not even the Traveler who might be in another nation at the moment.

"Hm?" Now distracted amidst her meditation, she was greeted by the presence of an unfamiliar face. How did this girl get in here?

"I'm uncertain of how you managed to enter the Plane of Euthymia. Care to tell who you are?"

[eryntheartifact]

[CLICK]

???

So just, calm down, will you?

ERYN

Quit telling me to, fucking, calm down!

???

Eryn,

ERYN

No! No, no. I've just killed a man. I've killed a man, I did. Out of my own, free will, I put that hole, in his chest. He is dead, because I wanted him to die. He's so dead. I've made him, so dead.

???

I can see that. I think,

[LIGHT THUMP]

Yeah, that guys dead.

ERYN

Dont, kick him. What're you, insane?

DAVID

Me? I'm insane? Need I remind you, of this dead guy, you deaded?

ERYN

Deaded's not a word, and, I know. I know, this looks bad. It looks bad to me! Its so bad.

DAVID

Yeah,

ERYN

It looks bad, but that doesnt change the fact that you're supposed to help me!

DAVID

Jesus Christ, woman! Fine. I'll just stuff him.

ERYN

Not that!

DAVID

Then, what? Burn him?

ERYN

Not the dead guy, no. Just the whole, supernatural! The eyes, and the anger, and, ..

I'm so angry, David. I know stuff, now. Stuff that I'm not supposed to even, remotely know! Or, be apart of. Then, I'm angry. I know stuff, and it makes me angry. So I try to find out more ways, to not be angry, but then I somehow know them already, and, woah, who knew, I'm angrier.

DAVID

Again, Eryn, I can see you're bloody angry. Obviously, you've killed a man. Made him so dead, or whatever. But, theres not much I can do about anger, now, is there?

ERYN

Just,

[CLICK]

What was that?

DAVID

Huh?

[CLICK]

ERYN

I'm sorry, is that,

[CLICK]

Thats a tape recorder. You've been recording this?

DAVID

That is not,

ERYN

You have!

DAVID

Its not mine! I've not recorded anything, swear to god. I havent.

ERYN

Oh, would you just save me, with this, David. You do, like to be the savior, emergency fucking contact! Yeah, you do. Then, you go ahead, record me, who cares? Nobody should, 'cause you're just so helpful, arent you? Because you know cleanup.

DAVID

Put that down, Eryn. You dont know what you're doing.

ERYN

Funny. Uh-huh, real fucking funny, David. You know who else, knows cleanup? Me, now, apparently! I'd fucking cleanup,

DAVID

Eryn!

[CRASH]

[CLICK]

[immcrtalsx]

Quinn sipped on the 0% beer that they had ordered as they watched Mini twirl around the dancefloor with Illiris. They had taken a drink break from the dancing and a few minutes later, Mini was walking their way. They smiled, reaching out to wrap an arm around them, "Enjoying yourself."

@minimink

[sagitarianja]

quem: lola de la vega & @gngstarters

quando: 28 de julho de 2024, cerca de 20:30

onde: la taberna del mar

                   lola sabia que qualquer um que olhasse em sua direção provavelmente estava achando a cena um tanto quanto... inusitada.    afinal, quem diabos levava um caderno de desenho para um bar?     aparentemente, lola de la vega fazia isso.     com seus olhos ainda fixos na página, a loira pegou seu cosmopolitan com a mão livre e tomou um pequeno gole enquanto trabalhava no sombreado dos cabelos que estava desenhando.     ao detectar movimento a sua frente, o olhar da jovem se levantou de imediato e ela arqueou uma das sobrancelhas ao notar que não estava mais sozinha.          ❝     ah, é claro que você pode se sentar, muito obrigada por perguntar!     ❞          lola disse em um tom sarcástico, utilizando o lápis em sua mão para gesticular na direção do assento agora ocupado.     discretamente, a loira virou a página para uma em branco e repousou o lápis em cima da capa.     não era como se ela tivesse vergonha de compartilhar sua arte, mas quando ainda estava em seu processo criativo, ela preferia manter suas obras longe de olhares alheios já que não gostava da opinião de ninguém além da sua própria.          ❝     aceito desculpas pela interrupção na forma de outro drink...      ❞          os lábios avermelhados da de la vega se curvaram em um sorriso maroto,          ❝     ou pode modelar para mim.     ❞          completou, já um pouco mais animada com a ideia.          ❝     o que acha?     ❞          

[shindahime]

ill get to stuff later but here's a starter call for anyone who's interested

[cupidsbcw]

plot : muse a forgot sunscreen and ends up with a terrible sunburn. muse b insists on applying aloe vera — hands lingering a little too long. muse : ivy lovell. 26. she/her. bisexual. fashion assistant. open to : m/f

" i swear, the sun hates me," ive groaned dramatically, sinking onto the edge of the bed in her bikini top and shorts, her a painful shade of red. "like, i missed one day and suddenly i'm a rotisseris chicken." she winced as she reached to scratch her shoulder, hissing at the contact. "okay — ow, don't let me touch myself again. i mean — ugh, you know what i mean."

[radiaking]

+ lyric starter / accepting! - @chaos--mode

        Cooper sighs, shuffling along, wincing at the desert heat, clutching at his side. "Will you slow the fuck down, gimme a break, I been shot full o' holes."

[bcrgondy]

OPEN TO: f / m / nb ( 21+ ) PLOT: messy hookup and she doesn't wanna deal with the consequences . go wild MUSE:  laura ( dancer )

      “   it's not a thing ... it doesn't have to be a thing .   ” she emphasizes , trying her hardest to ignore their presence looming over her shoulder like a vulture . " you and i was just a ... temporary insanity kind of thing . let's just --- pretend it never happened . "

[strongxsurvivors]

closed starter for @pckdrop muse: marcus acacius. modern verse or period verse (edwardian).

marcus let out a gentle sigh as he held onto the balcony. he needed some time away from the private party – he’d only come because it was expected of him to accept the invitation. the drinks had been flowing a bit too freely as the night continued on, and his host and the other members of the party were getting too out of hand for his taste. he was waiting it out – to see if his presence would be missed – before choosing to retire to the room he was staying in in the grand manor. he straightened the moment he heard the smooth click of the door opening behind him, dread immediately filling him that it was possibly the teetering host. but, as he turned, it was the man’s heir instead. marcus could feel a wave of relief wash over him, though he did not release himself from his polite stance. “have they all decided to retire yet?” he asked, tired amusement hinting in his tone. he did not know the other very well, but they were unlike their father from what he could tell. which, was both advantageous and not. their father was both predictable and a pain. “i fear i am not the right personality for parties. i am unsure why i’m invited to so many, but i hope you do not mind my use of your balcony. i only needed a few moments of respite.”

[manatee-rp-memes]

Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas (1977) Sentence Starters

~Feel free to tweak as needed~

"If you pass the hat to a fish, all you get is a wet hat."

"What are we gonna do about Christmas this year?"

"Oh, better lean into that starboard oar."

"Whew, she looks friendly as a polecat today."

"I'd really appreciate it if you'd fall off the dock."

"Sometimes you gotta talk tough to these people."

"Listen, you got anything to barter with today?"

"Well, Pa should've gotten rich on snake oil, but there just aren't enough people who want to oil a snake."

"If they didn't want these things to roll, they should've made them square."

"Gettin' colder every day now. Be walkin' the river soon."

"Don't talk about Christmas all the time. There's no point, is there? We don't have enough for regular days."

"Selling that old piano was one of the saddest things I ever had to do."

"About all I got left is a sense of humor and a washtub."

"Boy, it's cold this morning. The river's frozen up solid."

"Sit down. Mercy! I don't even have water on for tea. Goodness gracious!"

"You do have a mighty fine singin' voice."

"What we should do is organize a jug band."

"I'm home! I cut the Christmas branch."

"You know, sometimes, you even sound like your pa."

"First slide of the year! Whoopee!"

"A person's got to take some chances, or life'll never come to nothin'."

"Though our minds be filled with questions, in our hearts we'll understand, when the river meets the sea."

"In that sweet and final hour, truth and justice will be done."

"Well, if your taste's like mine, you like cider not wine, and your very favorite thing to do is get a purty girl dancing to jug-band music and a mess of Mama's barbeque!"

"Sorry to split you up like that."

"Thank you. I'm very nice to have helped you. Oh! I mean, I'm very nice you... excuse me."

"You're terribly nervous."

"Love can open your eyes."

"Perhaps we're long-lost brothers."

"This family just keeps growing."

"Problems don't worry us when half the fun is guessing."

"We don't wish to learn, but we hate what we don't understand.''

"That's about the nicest present anybody ever tried to give me."

"I guess I should feel pretty bad. But the funny thing is that I don't. I feel pretty good."

"I hadn't thought of that old song in years. But when I did, it just felt right."

"That's fine music, folks."

"I thought you needed something a little extra, but it appears to me that what you needed was each other."

"I sure enjoyed our first night's work."