Can Someone Draw This Pls

His legs Crossed MMMMMMM his butt ighhhh

Inkubus Dabi

This is all @isabeauwolf's fault! She pushed me to do this yesterday! 🤪

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Broody Hawks

𓆩♡𓆪 When Hawks lays an egg, fertilized or not, his bird instincts take over. He becomes fully attached to the egg and will put all of his focus into it.

𓆩♡𓆪 The broodiness sets in a few days before the egg is… laid. He’ll get a nest ready, set with clothing with the scent of himself and the partner (if he has one) to wrap around the baby.

𓆩♡𓆪 The egg starts out small, but grows as it needs to after it is laid. (Don’t question it, logic is flawed but hawks deserves an easy egg lay 💀).

𓆩♡𓆪 He doesn’t let anyone get close. When he’s in his bird brain mentality, he’ll instinctively chase off anyone that gets close. He puffs up his feathers, making himself look bigger and scarier. He’ll have some loose feathers surrounding him, ready to attack if need be. His fierce hawk eyes will be locked onto their target. Any false move could mean death… or a bad injury by mama bird (hawks…).

𓆩♡𓆪 He’ll all but sit on the egg. The egg needs to be at least as warm as the human body, so it should be kept at 98ish degrees at all times. Hawks will cuddle the egg around the clock, only leaving it once a day for roughly twenty minutes to use the bathroom and eat.

𓆩♡𓆪 His feathers will tingle if the eggs needs aren’t met. He knows what the baby needs at all times.

𓆩♡𓆪 The egg needs to be rotated. Hawks will rotate the egg in the nest he made for it about five times per day.

𓆩♡𓆪 Hawks will make sure to give the egg skin to skin contact. When hens are broody, they pluck the feathers where their eggs will be resting against for better warmth. Hawks is the same, except he doesn’t have feathers on his belly.

Elian Amos ー　エリアンーアモス　(anime design)

Shigaraki was so young when he was taken by AFO that he probably had to teach himself all of the life skills he has. Even basic hygiene. At five most kids have a basic concept, but not a good understanding of hygiene. It extends past hygiene, too. How to clean, cook basic meals, manners, everything. I doubt AFO was very hands on in any of these things. He stalked him from afar lmao like that scene of him on the roof watching Shigaraki stumbling through the streets and getting bullied by grown men.

Boobie grap

I did these a while back 😗 I prefer w scars 🤝

Dabi NEVER let hokuto win at anything. A race? Card games? Holding your breath? No, he was beating Hokuto in EVERYTHING. Even if he cried. He’s petty like that. Beating a kid at everything lol.

All might definitely has to use text to speech in his muscle form. His hands are so fucking large. So big. Too big.

(,: I’m imagining Hokuto in this scenario

Like You

pairing: dad!Dabi/Touya Todoroki x fem!reader

word count: 0.6k

warnings: you have a son together, reader referred to as mommy, Touya has feelings

notes: just a sappy little idea I had. I live for this man as a father <3 best dad, hands down. and as always, he deserves the world.

You and Touya are enjoying a peaceful afternoon on the couch, cuddled up together while watching some tv in silence for once. Your little boy is being so good right now, just quietly coloring by himself in the other room.

But then it gets a little bit too quiet, so you get up to investigate, just to make sure that he isn’t getting into anything he shouldn’t be. Lo and behold, your suspicions were correct. You find him absolutely covered in purple marker.

It’s everywhere. His arms, his neck, his face. All on his cheeks and just beneath his oceanic eyes. He’d even taken his shirt off to color in part of his chest.

“What—,” you blink, laughing and shaking your head as you walk closer to him. “Honey, what are you doing?”

You reach out to take the marker from him, but he grips it tighter and takes a step back.

“No, I’m not done yet!” He pouts, looking down at his belly to put the purple ink to his skin again.

“Not done with what? I think you’ve done enough, sweetheart. C’mere, lemme see that, please,” you say as you hold out your hand.

Touya’s sitting on the couch waiting for you to return, though his parental senses are tingling. He’s about to get up and come to check on the both of you when he hears your laughter.

“Hey, what’s so funny in there?” He calls playfully as he gets up anyway to wander down the hall, curious as to what’s going on.

He leans against the entrance to the playroom and his eyes pop open wide when he sees the mess that’s made it’s way all over your son and his tiny little activity table.

“Tell Daddy what you’re doing, baby,” you instruct the small boy with a fond smile on your lips.

“I wanted to look cool like you!” He proclaims, the most pure smile propping up his chubby cheeks.

Touya’s heart clenches in his chest so tight that he actually clutches it, wearing the same expression you’d had on just moments ago, positively endeared by your son’s ingenious idea.

He’s always thought that he looks disgusting, even with the countless amount of times you’ve insisted otherwise. It isn’t until this moment that he starts to believe that maybe you’re not entirely wrong after all, but he’s mostly just relieved that his own child doesn’t find him repulsive and touched that he actually wants to emulate him. It’s the only time in his life he’s actually felt more like a hero than a villain.

“I’m missing the shiny parts though,” your son announces, wearing a pout that’s identical to his fathers, though Touya would deny that he’s ever pouted in his life.

“Well, I think we have some staples,” Touya says casually as he looks over his shoulder.

“Absolutely not.” You shake your head, laughing. “This is good enough. You did such a good job, baby.”

“Aw, c’mon, we can use that shit that you use to put your eyelashes on or whatever. That’s safe, right?” Touya jokes as he strolls further into the room.

You roll your eyes, though you can’t help the amused smile on your lips.

“Language. And no staples. Maybe we can find some tinsel or something though,” you concede. “And some body safe paint.”

“See, that’s why it’s a good thing we have Mommy,” Touya says as he moves to sit on the floor, ruffling the tot’s white hair. “You did do a great job, buddy. C’mere.”

He extends his long arms and pulls the tike into a hug, just in time to spare him from seeing the single crimson tear slipping from his seam, though you catch it. You reach out to gently swipe it away with your thumb before you join in on their embrace, pressing a kiss to your husband’s face and then your son’s.

As a kid tomura def ate too much at a time and choked. Then got mad at AFO when he made him spit it out cuz bro was about to die.

He still stuffs his face but learned if he opens his mouth when he chews the excess will just fall out.