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Casually drops this here if anyone’s interested in interacting with my other BNHA OC (or other fandom muses). Still heavily debating, but I’m most likely going to be moving Delia over to there at some point because blog hopping is a pain.

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(Menko) "Hey, Dorito, you ever wanted to live on the moon when times get too tough? Or any other planet besides Earth? The way other planets make noises sounds crazy, by the way. Venus sounds like a temple bell. "

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      “ No, because I’d rather not suffocate to death in the void of space....because, you know, most planets don’t have an atmosphere? Are you always this stupid or are you trying especially hard today? ”

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(Menko) " Can you ice skate using the other ice skates? Like the ones with the wheels? Those seems cheaper for me to get. " She proceeds to show Delia her smudged phone screen. It seems someone incorrectly labeled the product. "This set. Looks cool, doesn't it? "

@allcviatis

      “ I’m sure you could...if you wanted to break your fucking neck. Just tell me what size you wear and I’ll buy them. You don’t know what you’re looking for, anyway. ” 

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(Menko) She causally hurls a pillow in Delia's general direction. "Psssst, hey! You ever wonder why its called a sleep over? Does that mean when you sleep, it's over? or its it because you're over, I can't sleep? Also, do you believe in sleepwalking in America?"

@allcviatis

      She’d been trying to sleep for the past two hours, but Menko’s seemingly insaitable need to vocalize every thought in her head made doing so impossible. Each time she finally started to nod off, another string to ridiculous questions jolted her awake. Menko’s constant rambling rarely grated on her nerves, but it was late, she hadn’t sleep much the night before, and her patience had been stretched to its limits.

      With a frustrated groan, she snatched the pillow from where it landed and hurled it back.

      “ For fuck’s sake, Menko. It’s four a.m. Shut  the fuck up  and go to sleep already. ”

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(Sero) "Looks like you need more eraser for that mistake. Hold on. You can borrow mine~." He just hands her a large, pink eraser that's roughly six inches long.

@allcviatis

      “ Uh...yeah...thanks, but, uh, isn’t that a little....excessive? ” 

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I’m alive and swamped with drafts :D

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Why We Don’t RP:

ϟ - your writing intimidates me ☽ - you don’t seem interested in me/my character ✘ - I approached you once and it didn’t go anywhere ✧ - I can’t think of a way for our characters to interact ☀ - I don’t like any of your verses ❧ - I want to someday but I’m too busy right now ☹ - I think you’re overpowering/judgemental/demanding ☂ - you write too much/too fast and I don’t think I can keep up ❀ - you write with another version(s) of my character already ❤ - I want to ship our characters but you don’t list them as a ship ♠ - we did once and I embarrassed myself; now I’m too shy to try again ✂ - we started plotting but I forgot to reply and it’s been too long ✄ - we started plotting but you forgot to reply and it’s been too long ☼ - I can’t find your rules/about/verses/etc. ✎ - other reason (please define)

Feel free to use anon or not!

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word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[adamantiii]

I’m highly debating moving Delia (and my other two BNHA muses) to my multi-muse to make my life easier because blog hopping is an absolute pain.

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When you completely forget about your muse’s birthday and have asks to answer two months late-

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I totally underestimated how zonked I’d be after my surgery (I thought conscious sedation would be less bleh than general anesthesia, and while it technically was, I still feel dizzy). I’ve got birthday asks and shit to do, but they’ll have to wait a couple more days.

Also dis.cord drop because I keep forgetting to do that and I can only stare at tumblr for so long while lying in bed without getting annoyed: Lil Shit (ง'̀-'́)ง#5877. Just make sure you tell me who you are or you’re not getting added.

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I was planning on coming back and brushing the dusts off this blog sometime this week, but getting all my teeth pulled kind of put a damper on that. I still have a crap ton of drafts to get to, and I will get to them at some point.

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allcviatis​.

Delia. It was rare to hear a first name in introductions to him, though perhaps it was a surname. Either way, that took care of the first obstacle between them. His palms still felt quite sweaty, though.

His eyes fluttered for a moment. A big grin crept across his face seconds after.

“Delia! Oh, so you are English!” Like a switch flipping, the cadence of his voice remained but to the tune of something more familiar. At least, he hoped it sounded familiar enough through his slight drawl. “Heeeeey, man, don’t sweat it! Japanese is tough. You’re not bad at speaking. We’ll just talk like this if its easiest.”

Hanta held his hand out towards her. “ I’m Hanta Sero. Class 1-A. You’re from the 1-B, right? Or are you from another hero courses? Also, what country did you transfer from anyway? Is it…California?”

      English? It took a moment to register, but when the realization sank in, she breathed a sigh of relief. Though schools in Japan taught English as a second language, few seemed truly capable of speaking it fluently. It was a difficult language in its own right, but hearing someone who could speak and understand it without difficulty certainly helped put her at ease.

      “ My grandmother says otherwise, “ she said. “ According to her, my Japanese sucks, but, uh, yeah, I’m in 1-B. ”

      Though glad she had a name to associate him with, she found herself facing another dilemma: which one to use. Did she assume that, because he was speaking English, he gave it in the traditional English format, or the Japanese way out of habit? Sighing, she shoved that aside and focused on the remainder of his questions.

      “ Uh, no. I’m from America, not England, and California is a state, not a country... ”

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The struggles of writing on any software that has a grammar function: aggressively underlined verb tenses that are perfectly acceptable. Like, thanks but I do know my grammar. Stop telling me I’m wrong.

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I will get to drafts someday soon. I’m still working on side projects and whatnot (and trying to recover all of my icons, photoshop stuff, etc from when I had to reset my laptop a couple weeks ago) but feel free to invade my inbox in the meantime? 

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Sorry for the lack of activity lately. I’ve been working on a personal side project that's been consuming my motivation (and will) to write. I’ll try to get to drafts/asks/checking out new followers during breaks.

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[Character Development Questions: Hard Mode] 11-20

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In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

Definitely during the fire that killed her parents. She almost didn’t make it out because she was too panicked to think clearly. She still has no idea how she managed enough thought to break her window and climb out of it.

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Probably any point when she was with her parents. Delia hasn’t really had a ‘calm’ moment since she moved to Japan and it’s almost entirely her aunt’s fault.

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Blood doesn’t really bother her, unless its excessive amounts of it. Even then, she may get a bit queasy, but nowhere near the level of fainting or passing out. 

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

She’s actually pretty good at both, its more, especially with Japanese, she tends to mishear or misunderstand. She’ll recognize the names if she hears or sees them, but she has harder time with pronouncing them - it’s not that she doesn’t know it or can’t remember it, its more she can’t say it properly which may give the impression that she doesn’t remember it.

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

The way she dresses and some of what she owns, at times, makes it seem like she is, but she’s not. Delia wasn’t raised to be snobby or arrogant because she was born into a wealthy family, in fact, she was raised that, because she was born into such a family, it was her civil duty, as her mother put it, to help others in need. She has no qualms about handing over large amounts of money to charity or people who need it. 

She’s of the mindset that money doesn’t buy happiness (which she does experience first-hand later in her life) and that, in the end, it really doesn’t mean anything. You can’t take fancy sports car or millions of dollars to the grave with you. 

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

Definitely happiness. She would rather be poor and happy than rich and miserable (as she discovers later in her life).

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Delia didn’t really have too many toys growing up, not because her parents couldn’t afford them, but she didn’t really care for them. As a child, she was more interested in activities more centered around art - namely drawing on the walls with crayons - being outside, or reading. (She was a weird kid.)

She did, however, have a stuffed rabbit she slept with - and would not sleep without, but Delia was always more interested in finding other ways to entertain herself. She liked things that were hands-on and let her build or create, even if at her parents’ expense. (She was that kid who dragged out the pots and pans at six in the morning and went to town.)

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

She doesn’t really have a preference for either, though she’d likely go for wisdom. Ambition too easily feeds into arrogance in her opinion, and if there’s one thing Delia cannot stand, it’s arrogance. 

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

She does not communicate. Ever. Getting her to talk about anything that bothers her is a bit like pulling teeth - especially if she cares what someone thinks, as she often thinks what upsets her isn’t really worth being upset over and she isn’t used to actually talking about her problems with anyone. 

It hasn’t ruined a relationship, yet. 

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

Delia doesn’t normally compare herself to others, but when she does, it’s always in the form of self-criticism. Where she does compare herself to others is usually with her classmates, especially during training sessions where she feels like she’s lagging behind because, in reality, she isn’t even supposed to be in the Hero Course as it is. Her aunt shoehorned her in against her wishes (she failed the entrance exam and was fully willing to go into General Studies or the Support Department, but her aunt refused to let it happen). Delia knows she’s not supposed to be there and that, unlike her, everyone else proved time and time again why they earned the right to be.