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@kireinaidoru
i’m moving all of my muses from here to my main blog: aimhleas. just feels pointless having this blog so i’m going to change up the tagging system over there to make it better for me to use and follow. this is just going to be an archive.
@silvxcs come at me yo!
🎨and why not an ayanico one for old times sake?
send 🎨 for aesthetic/mood collage || still accepting
“ A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself ”
@aimhleas
project partner starters
for school, work, wherever. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !
friends
“Just sleep over and we’ll finish it.” / “What’s another all-nighter?”
“Stop making me laugh! We need to concentrate.”
“You’re the only person I trust to not ruin my grade/reputation/etc.”
“I love you, but you’re doing this all wrong.”
“If we’re doing it together, then it won’t feel like work.”
“Your handwriting/powerpoint style/etc. is so shitty.”
flirty
“So, we’re partners..”
“Hey, what’s your number? Need it for the project.”
“We should get together for this.” *bonus if the project doesn’t require the partners to get together
“Your place or mine? [pause] For the project.”
“I bet doing this with you will be a breeze~”
“Oops, dropped my pencil.”
enemies
“I can’t believe I got stuck with you.”
“That’s the wrong color/font!!!!”
“Are you an idiot? Wait–yes, you are. Answered my own question.”
“You’re a control freak!” / “I’m not a control freak!”
“Let’s just split this up and talk to each other as little as possible.”
“I know what this is!! You don’t have to explain it to me.”
over-achiever
“I don’t want to do the entire thing by myself.”
“What did you DO?!”
“I wish I could just work alone…”
“I don’t want to fail because of you.”
“Where’s the poster/bibliography/etc. that I told you to do?” / “It’s somewhere…”
“Pay attention!”
under-achiever
“Come on, let’s take a break.”
“What do you mean ‘did I read it’? Do you not believe in me?” / “You didn’t answer my question.”
“You’ve got it covered, right?”
“I’ll do the last part.” / “I’ll just present it.”
“Wow, I guess I’m doing this all wrong…”
“Please help me out. I don’t want to fail.”
School-Related Sentence Starters
Everyday
“Did we have homework?”
“Please be my lab partner.”
“Can I borrow a pencil?”
“I really don’t want to talk in front of the whole class…”
“Can I copy off of you real quick?”
“Do you think the teacher is hot?”
“It’s not cheating. It’s just teamwork.”
“Do you think the new kid is hot?”
“Pretty sure the teacher is out to get me…”
“You are…so dumb…”
“Was Shakespeare gay?”
“Please tell me you didn’t start the project either.”
“If I do it at the last minute, then I’ll have a minute.”
“Can I borrow your notes?”
“This class is so boring…”
“Am I in the right classroom?”
“Someone drew a dick in my textbook.”
“Do you know where the nurse’s office is?”
“Someone put a picture of Shrek in my locker.”
“I can’t wait to graduate…”
“Meet me in the bathroom/gym/locker room later. I need to tell you something.”
Exams
“I forgot about the midterm.”
“I’m gonna FAIL.”
“Shut up! You always say you’re going to fail, and then you get an A.”
“Please help me study.”
“If I don’t pass, my parents are going to KILL me.”
“Do you ever think about how studying is just ‘student’ and ‘dying’ put together?”
“I live at the library now.”
“Do you need help with the chapter?”
“I don’t even know what I don’t know.”
“I’m afraid that they’ll revoke my scholarship.”
“I HAVE to be at the top of the class.”
“Do you even know how to read?”
“I don’t even get the Sparknotes…”
“Maybe I’ll be okay if I pick A for every answer…I have to get an A, right?”
“I don’t need to go to college anyway.”
“Sleep is for the weak.”
“I just did 200 practice problems. I forgot my own name.”
“I remember that shrimp can see more colors than we can, but I don’t remember the vocabulary words for the test.”
“Your notes are just doodles.”
Lunchtime
“What’s for lunch?”
“Please trade lunches with me.”
“I dare you to fling your peas at the principal.”
“There’s NO way I’m eating that.”
“All I have are skittles and an old Oreo.”
“I would kill for a taco right now.”
“Lunch is the only class I can do well in.”
“There’s pizza today.”
“Is that a bug in your sandwich?”
“Ugh, this is expired.”
“Is this seat taken?”
“I can’t eat that, I’m on a diet.”
“Did you make this?”
“If you give me a dollar, I’ll love you forever.”
“I made brownies.”
“Let’s eat outside today.”
“Do you think we could get pizza delivered to the school?”
“You’re in my seat.”
“These freshmen think that they can just take our table…”
Gym
“I can’t run for my life.”
“Don’t throw the ball at me!!”
“Why do you look so red?”
“I’m DYING.”
“It’s just sports! What could go wrong?”
“I can’t run anymore.”
“Your team is going DOWN.”
“Are you okay?!”
“You really suck at this, don’t you?”
“Think fast!”
“Is that the best you can do?”
“I dare you to race me.”
“I think the gym teacher is a supersoldier.”
Uniforms / Clothes
“I HATE these pants/skirts.”
“Do you think anyone would notice if I wore pajamas?”
“I haven’t washed my gym clothes in a week…”
“I should be allowed to wear whatever I want.”
“Can you believe they called my outfit ‘inappropriate’?!”
“I’m so sick of seeing (school color).”
“I wear this uniform in my dreams. I mean, in my nightmares.”
“Those are the most hideous shoes I’ve ever seen.”
“Do you think her/his girl/boyfriend got her that?”
“Did your boy/girlfriend really buy you that?”
“Class rings are overrated.”
“We should totally get matching hoodies.”
“What show/movie is your shirt from?”
“I can see your underwear.”
Detention
“Wanna skip?”
“I can’t believe I’m in here.”
“Welcome, prince(ss)! Is this your first time?”
“That teacher DESERVED to be cursed out, okay?”
“I didn’t even do anything wrong…”
“Fuck the police.”
“They put me in here just for being late…”
“Did you actually bash the principal’s car?”
“A little thing like you managed to beat the crap out of someone?”
“You look like you don’t belong in here.”
“This is prison.”
“I tried to stab a kid with a pencil.”
“They think I’ll learn my lesson in here? I’m going to do it again.”
“All I did was a little graffiti.”
“I’m taking a nap.”
is it worth keeping this blog or should i just delete it and put my muses on the oc blog instead? losing faith that it’s worth having this one tbh since i only really have interaction with like one person.
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Reblog this if I'm allowed to answer your Open/IC posts.
I’m really scared and nervous, I see an open and I start to panic, I know I really want to answer it and sometimes I get the courage but usually I don’t. So this is more of assurance for me. Letting me know that you’re alright with me answering your open/IC posts.
If you see any of my open starters and you want to reply to it then go for it! Don’t hesitate just jump right in! That’s why I write them in the first place, so that you’ll answer them lol And if you see one that has already been replied to, don’t let that stop you. You can reply to it as well. I certainly won’t mind.
Kiss my muse! Send out a description of your muse kissing mine.
@tsxndxre || i really love junna and she was the first character to catch my interest but i feel like nana could use alot more development so i’m tempted to do that for her.
gonna spend some time going through the revue starlight manga and making icons. still considering if i wanna write junna or nana.
what was going on with her ..?
divergentpersonas:
huh? what… what was her next line? that was a FIRST. riko had never forgotten her lines before in the past and they’d practiced this scene plenty of times before. though she had to admit she was equally distracted, you biting the inside of her cheek from doing something stupid. she wondered what the third years would have done in her position? would they go for it? would they express their feelings? oh how she wished she could talk to MARI about this right now. ❝ uh – i think … i think it was something like… ‘ then i’ll stay… and g-give you one last dance…’ ❞ and as fictitious as this was, she knew that their play would eventually end, leaving the two of them with only memories. ❝ riko-chan? i was wondering… ❞
"right! sorry." steps were taken to separate the pair under the pretence of having to check her script but, in truth, riko was struggling. you -- when had she become the person that she wanted to know more about? it had always been chika but, over the last few weeks, it was almost as if she had been taking a backseat. was it just that riko and you were spending more time together that she had become curious? "y-yes ..?" script in hand, she flicked it to the correct page but looked up at you, unable to really focus even if she tried.
divergentpersonas:
words were momentarily drowned out, replaced by the beating of her poor heart. all she wanted to do in that moment was look at riko – that was it. just look. admiring her every feature as she shined brighter than the sun. but her pause took far too long and she stumbled, but only for a second. ❝ i-i think it’s well worth the risk. why should i fake loving someone else when my heart only beats for you? it would be futile.. almost cruel… ❞ you shook her head and held riko tighter, their faces mere centimeters away from one another. ❝ i needed to see your face again. i’m glad you came. so stay. stay by me. for one more night. dance with me under the moonlight…. ❞
so close. each flutter of you's breath could be felt against riko's lips. her nerves heightened and hands clenching tighter, she could barely think about what her next line. only recently she had started to notice every detail of you's features as she caught herself staring more than she should have. the curves of her features, how her eyes shone, the curl of her lips when she smiled. and now ... she could even feel her breath. all she could think about was -- "oh -- u -- um ... i'm sorry, i, uh -- what's my next line?"
divergentpersonas:
they danced in the heat of their own pursuits to put on the best play possible. it showed greatly, and the rest of the class always felt immense passion from them every time they hit the stage. you’s heart welled up, and most of the time, she couldn’t if it was her own feelings or her character’s. ❝ i’m tired of others choosing everything for me. i’m far old enough to decide for myself! ❞ her character announced. though, this next part – it was you speaking to riko. ❝ my heart chose for me. it picked you. out of everyone… out of the person that i believed i was meant to be with… it chose YOU. that has to count for something… ❞
there was such a passion in her words. at times, riko really did struggle to differentiate whether you was playing her character or if she really was speaking from the heart (the latter no doubt just a hope of wishful thinking). her heart raced. cheeks heating up, her palms shaking slightly as they remained close against her, but her eyes never once averted from the other's. lips pressing together but opening only to struggle at first with letting her words out. "i -- i wish it did. despite my heart yearning for another before ... it beats for you so much more now. but is this a risk we should really be taking? perhaps it would have been best ... if i -- if i had never come here ..."
divergentpersonas:
❝ it makes all the difference in the world! ❞ she called out, arm extended to reach but never touch. riko’s character wouldn’t let her. the fair maiden felt broken and the prince ached to just be at her side once more. ❝ s-so what if that’s the case?! ❞ passion was evident in her voice as she took a step forward. ❝ i saw you as a peasant in the streets… you had nothing on but a wool cloak. that was the girl that i had fallen in love with. your blood.. it doesn’t matter to me. you do. ❞ swiftly, the prince took to her side, twirling riko in her arms and holding her tightly. ❝ dance with me again. please. ❞
over their time with the character, it was clear that the two of them had become attached to them. just knowing what her character should be feeling allowed riko to show just enough glint in her eyes that it would look like she could cry at any moment. the twirl and eventual hold having her look up at you and the air became silent, their eyes locking instantly. so blue and clear -- "we can’t" she mumbled, shaking her head. "i must leave ... we can't do this anymore. i am not the one that has been chosen for you."
divergentpersonas:
ah, that’s right. she remembered now, as she had fallen asleep reading the lines a few nights prior. truth be told, she didn’t know if she could even utter the right words right now with how shaken up she was, her heart in her throat. for a second, she couldn’t speak when riko had finished her lines, but there was no way this play was going down because of a little hiccup. she took a deep breath and a new resolve fell over her, you’s character taking a step forward and taking a hold of riko’s. ❝ i had to see you. one last time. i thought.. i thought i’d never see you again. but when you were in there… you were RADIANT. why didn’t you tell me? ❞
"what difference would it have made?" just as quickly as her hand was taken, riko pulled her hand free and held it close to herself, a step back taken as she grew wary. "my history -- it has been forgotten by everyone. my blood means nothing anymore. i am just a peasant ... like everyone else outside of these walls. you should be staying away from me ..." the emotion of the scene overtaking as her tone became quiet, strained. "i didn't want to see you. i wanted to leave ... not seeing that expression. i wanted my last memory of you to be of your smile, to be of the way you held me as we danced."
