#nonbnha

[shih-coulda-had-it]

bro i don’t even know how to summarize this year. i made an ANIMATIC this year. i participated in at least one fan-run event (ofa week) and peddled more afohiko than i planned, to the point that it’s going to outpace nanahiko in popularity (if we’re going by tumblr numbers over ao3 numbers, it already HAS).

maybe in 2023 we take it easy PSYCH WE’RE GONNA TRY AND HAVE EVEN MORE FUN AS HORIKOSHI TRIES TO FREE HIMSELF FROM HIS OWN CREATION

[denkilightning]

ok this might be a stupid question but like... trauma is basically any event that was too stressful to process at the moment of it happening right.... so..... is it possible to get pstd from like.... going to a certain school for like 6 years????

[axther]

in short and in long

In which Diluc helps an overworked doctor rest.  for @lirinstaalem​

tw: mentions of amputation and medical procedure 

When Diluc thought about it, most Vision users were prodigies. 

He used to be a captain in the Knights of Favonius. Jean was the Acting Grand Master. Little Klee could flatten the city if she wanted. But Vision users usually were battlemongers, ready to fight for a greater good that they never got rewarded for. They were selfless heroes.

 But YN wasn’t a selfless hero. Not in the traditional sense.

 Diluc met her when the city was being terrorised by Dvalin. They knew him as the great and terrible Stormterror, then, but then the strange traveller came and defeated him. Mondstat was less than ruined, but still in a condition that it need to be fixed. People were hurt, and so there was a committee made to help those that were injured. There were few that helped: some of the nuns, Barbara. But someone new came, from a distant land. She was gentle, with soft touches that helped some that were most wounded. 

She had a strange technique; searing old wounds with her Pyro Vision, making sure that they could not be infected. It was gnarly business, bloody and twisted. But she swallowed whatever disgust she had and got right to work. They called her the Pilgrim. She was a traveller, like the one that defeated Stormterror, and it made many wonder if it was Barbatos smiling down on them to give two angels. 

Diluc, in short, respected her. In long, however, was an entirely different matter. 

He first spoke to her when she had just helped amputate a man’s leg that had been destroyed by rubble. She was wiping her hands, staring down at the empty table he had been on with an empty look. 

“There’s another patient waiting for you,” He murmured. She snapped her head up, almost jumping before nodding. 

“Right, right. I’ll get to it.” She started wiping down her tools, but there was a distracted air about her. She wiped down the same scalpel twice, before Diluc crossed his arms. “Are you ready to do it?” “Hm? What? Oh.” She nodded, jumping again. “Yeah. Of course. Just give me a second.” “We can ask some of the other medics to take care of them.” Diluc walked up to her. “But you need to be able to focus.” “I know.” She set down the tool, slowly, before turning to face him. “Oh. You’re the one that killed the Lawlachurl.” “Yes. Diluc, of Mondstadt.” “YN, of…” She tried mimicing him, but trailed off. “That doesn’t matter. Did you have your injuries looked at?” “I had none.” 

“Alright.” YN looks like she would normally press, but because of the time crunch, didn’t. “Let in the next patient.” “No.” “What?” YN looked back at Diluc, a frown on her face and brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” “I mean, if you mess up and someone dies, it’s on your hands. I’ll send her to someone else.” “No, I can do it. We don’t have enough hands.” “This wasn’t up for debate.”“Neither is me not doing it. I can do it.” “Sit down. You’re swaying.” “No, I’m not.” Just as YN said it, Diluc saw her tilt a little bit to the right. He sighed, poking his head out of the tent. “The pilgrim needs rest. Take the patient to the physician two tents over.” Diluc didn’t wait for whoever had the patient to say anything before going back into the tent, seeing YN stare at him with dead eyes. Her mouth was set firm. “You didn’t need to do that.” “It’s careless to take someone’s life in your hands when you aren’t capable of taking care of them.” “No one else will do it right.” “The physician can do it. You’re a walking corpse.” “Not as much a corpse as the knights outside.” “You’re being reckless.” “And you’re being irrational.” Diluc huffed, not wanting to waste time on a petty argument. “Go get some rest.” YN scowled, but set the tool down and relented. “Fine. But it won’t be for long. Maybe ten minutes, at most.” Diluc waved his hand at her, as if to say ‘yeah, yeah’, and turned to leave the tent. Before he cleared the makeshift door though, he heard a thump and clatter, and spun around to see YN had absolutely collapsed. She had hit the tools on her way down, and they tumbled onto the cobbled street. Diluc didn’t waste a second, simply choosing to scoop her up and carry her out. 

When he walked back into the daylight with her in tow, he saw the Traveller and Venti the bard discussing something. Both turned to look at Diluc and the Pilgrim, and the Traveller’s eyes widened. The little floating child that always hung around him appeared, and almost swarmed YN. “Oh my gosh! Is she okay? Did something happen?” 

“She’s just tired.” Diluc said with a short tone. “She needs rest. Are there any spare beds?” 

“There might be some in the tavern,” Venti mused. “Aether and I were just talking about it.” 

The Traveller nods. “On the upper floor.” “Right.” Diluc nods as well, heading to the tavern and going as gently as he can, as to not wake YN. She stirred in her sleep, but barely, huffing for a second before going back to silence. He opened the tavern door and slinked past beds full of wounded, going up the stairs and finding several spare beds. He picked whatever was the cleanest before setting YN down, bringing the comforter over her body and watching her settle for a moment before sighing. 

Diluc pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. YN was out cold, thankfully, but he didn’t know how long she would be asleep. As much as he pressed for her rest, he agreed with her initial sentiment-they didn’t have time to waste. She could rest, but he wasn’t sure for how long they could manage in before they needed YN and her Vision again. He was sure that he wasn’t needed, at least; he provided financial support, and arms if the Abyss Order came to attack in what waves they worked in. But with Stormterror gone, the Abyss Order was now the prime focus, and they would have to withstand the full force of the Knights.  So, Diluc had become useless. He sat on the edge of YN’s bed, watching her closely. She laid straight, like a soldier might, with a furrowed brow and heavy breath. She seemed laboured, even in her sleep, and Diluc felt himself seem to...tilt, for lack of a better word. No, he wasn’t physically tilting. He was as straight as a line, stiff and scared as a strange feeling pooled into his blood. YN shifted. Diluc nearly jumped. He watched her settle back in her sleep and he glanced away. He didn’t mean to act strange or to come off as a creep. But the lonely Pilgrim seemed so peaceful that Diluc didn’t want anyone to disturb her. He slowly reached out a hand, tentative and calm, before gracing her cheek with his knuckles. It was barely more than a flicker of movement, and he felt her for only a second before pulling away as if burned. There was a tug in his throat, and he looked away and to the door again. He rose from the bed but settled in a nearby chair, sighing and crossing his arms. He figured that if he had nothing better to do, then he might as well try to make sure no one would wake her up. He would glance at her sparsely to see if she was awake, before slowly settling into a nap himself. He dreamed for the first time in years, of two flaming flowers that grew intertwined. 

In short, Diluc respected YN. In long, he loved her. 

[numerous-midoriyaizuku]

Oh wow 100 followers

Hi! So I’ve created this blog 20 days ago and wow, it’s a real surprise for me that I (not me actually, but Midoriyaboi) have (has) reached 100(+1) followers today. 

Thank you for following me, and I hope you enjoy the content I make/reblog!

[kyukicho]

BNHA Verses

Mahito:

Nomu-like creation, unaffiliated but definitely on the sides of villains.

Quirk - Soul Shape: Similar to ‘overhaul’ he can alter organic beings by touching and shaping their soul to his whims. This includes his own body.

Mikuni Alicein:

Studied to be a hero but quit after graduating. Works as an informant for heroes and villains alike, buying and selling information.

Quirk - Lasso: He can can manipulate rope from his wrists. He has full control over it like it was a living extension of his body. With it he can detect vibrations including heartbeats like a lie detector.

Rashomon: 

Conscious living quirk to the villain Ryunosuke Akutagawa. He is similar to Dark Shadow but can live completely on his own when his quirk user isn’t utilizing him.

[fucking-zawa-sensei]

Yesssssssss beautiful

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[sa1fisher-moved]

am i ever going to finish making this rp server.... [stares at my rat hands]

[yibodie]

Sorry to ask, but could you tag nonBNHA stuff please?

No sorry. I've never exclusively posted bnha. You can unfollow me if it's a nuisance to you.

[03suneater-blog]

vibrates at max speed....i see a lot of new class 3 ocs & it makes me so ridiculous happy, i’m so excited to write with you all eee

speaking of writing -- consider this a plotting call, feel free to like this post if you’d like to plot something! there’s a lot of you & i’m not sure who to approach ( i know some of you are overwhelmed with drafts already & don’t want to add to them ) but i want to write with all of my mutuals eventually!

[tododeku]

Homestuck Snapchat updated, I immediately focus in on jake

[denkilightning]

badboyhalo is not the "innocrnt uwu baby" kind of sweetheart hes a "has all the skills to slay you in 10 different ways but prefers hanging out with people he loves" kind of sweetheart who has undergone an "used to swear a fuckton and now is the "language!" friend" character arc

[denkilightning]

my favorite techno design is the kind where people draw him like a lesbian /pos

[denkilightning]

wilbur not wanting to speak with an american and shouting “filthy americans” in the server where like, at least half of the people are american is so fucking valid and a fucking mood

[denkilightning]

since ive learned that bbh used to profusely swear and now he obviously doesnt an image of baby bbh swearing his ass off has never left my mind

[denkilightning]

the fact that dream is 21 while all the other guys (corpse, sykkuno, poki, rae, even ash) are like 23+ is so weird cus dream has the biggest dad vibes while e. g. corpse has just overgrown chaotic baby vibes ykno

[denkilightning]

fuck it im wearing sunglasses indoors