#the bbys

[misstiramisssu]

Do not separate the rosawatts

[mishy-mashy]

[supergnome-a]

whoopsies

forgot to post some of my art from last week so here

Ok

Now for today's ball of random shit

Prompt by @backlacepistols

Prompt i randomly made

Dumb shit with both @backlacepistols and @voidofstarryink

[alastairisdead]

I wanna gently but also kinda aggressively give the bbies b e l l y r u b s !

Wendigo dads encourage you to rub the babies.

However Eddie completely stole Cody's turn. He has performed a Nikolai move

[weeblifeiscomingbacktohauntme]

I always have this little BHNA/OPM crossover that goes through my head but never really goes anywhere

Genos goes to UA as a lecturer

"No one else is a available! You're so popular with kids!"

"Sensei would do a much better job!"

"Your..... C Class roommate?"

"Genos shut up I dont have anything to teach anyone"

But the thing is.

Genos is awful with kids.

I mean, class 1-A are great. We love them. But they're still 15 year olds.

Iida does his best to keep them in check but Midoriya is asking questions a mile a minute. (Which isn't bad, Genos processes these questions very quickly but he doesn't know when it would be a good time to answer since the small green boy has yet to taken a single breath.)

Saitama is there even though he didn't really want to go to the trouble (Genos got an extra UA guest pass for him and told him about one of the best ramen places he'd heard about on a radio show he accidentally transmitted -Present Mic is also a Hero, sensei!" "Who?"- When he told him that the Hero Association was paying for it, Saitama was totally down)

At some point during his "lecture" (does it count as a lecture when all he's said so far was that his name is Demon Cyborg, he was made of mostly metal, and was cut off before he could introduce his sensei?") The class starts getting a little more rambunctious and since Aizawa has stepped out (You're an S-Class Hero and they're a bunch of troublemakers, regardless, I think you can handle a bunch of snot nosed brats for an hour and 20 minutes, Mr. Demon Cyborg. -and if that wasnt a challenge he would eat his foot-)

Questions are shooting left and right

"So what makes you an S-Class hero?"

"What kind of monsters have you fought?"

"Is there anything you could tell us about how to mingle with the civilians to gain popularity?"

"Do you eat?"

"How do your joints move like that?"

"Do you need to sleep?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Who's that guy you brought?"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

Genos is overwhelmed and now has to deal with 20 overpowered, too curious, 15 year olds.

At this point Saitama is sitting by the window looking at this scene with the dumbest grin because he so rarely ever gets to see Genos out of his element. However, he does end up feeling kinda bad for him and honestly he doesn't love teenagers (kids are alright, some cute even, but teenagers, to him, are pretty much demons across the board) but he was willing to step up for his stressed disciple. (Public speaking doesn't bother you when you don't give a fuck about what people think ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

"Hey guys. I'm Saitama."

"Is that your Hero name?"

"What's your rank?"

"What do you do?"

"What's your quirk?"

"You don't look strong at all why the fuck are you here lecturing us?" (I'll give you 1 guess and a pb&j who asked that one)

"Okay so first. Calm down. You guys get 20 questions that we'll answer. That's it."

"Why?" (God damn it, Kaminari! You wasted a question!)

"You're down to nineteen. Because I don't feel like answering any more than that.

I'll introduce myself again and if you still wanna ask us both questions or if you wanna ask just Genos questions or whatever, you can. But remember, you have a limited amount of time, so keep the questions important, keep them short, and raise your hand." (Genos is writing everything down at the desk. He's writing so fast you see it smoking and he's just in awe because HIS SENSEI IS GOOD AT EVERYTHING -he really isnt. Not giving a fuck helps in situations like this-)

"Hello. I'm Saitama. My hero name is Caped Baldy. The public gave it to me. Yes, I hate it but I don't really care anymore. (Spoiler, he totally still cares) I punch things. I live with Demon Robot (Sensei, it's Cyborg not Robot) but I just call him Genos. We're not dating (the class can hear a very mutter "not yet" coming from the cyborg) but we hang out, eat, and fight monsters together."

PARTI

[perish-the-creator]

Her Worth

(https://perishablehomosexual.tumblr.com/post/185864338869/little-princess)

Amaya had begun to get the hang of things. Not too good but enough that it pleased her parent. Her Papa had shown her countless amounts of affection, which she didn't mind, but was curious as to why he become more and more protective.

She knew that she had a greater calling. It was instinct. Yet she also knew that her disabilities would hold her back. She couldn't stay focused for long as any little flicker and ping would cause her to change her direction.

She was still very young but was very observant despite the earlier statement. She could sense the changing atmosphere and subtle vibrations. She also grew a liking to the humans. They seemed very interested in her, even if she did sometimes snap at them.

Her Papa was grew more nervous as days drew on. She still hadn't learned to fly and it seemed to really bother him. He'd give annoyed caws and nip on her wings. She didn't understand why it was a big deal.

Until her Father came.

When she saw the King and realized that HE was the other half of her genetic makeup, it all clicked. Her snout, her spines, and even her body structure. He was huge, two or three times the size of her Papa.

This is your father. Rodan nudged her to get closer to him. She was hesitant; intimidated. She couldn't look him in the eyes. Her head started to bob again.

She heard a snort, followed by the small chirps of other small titans. She dared to look up, only to be greeted by the flying figures of her elders. She could tell they were her siblings, sired by the same King but beared by a different suitor. They were more graceful. More steady and....perfect.

Amaya couldn't face them and only whimpered as she felt belittled in comparison. She knew she wasn't perfect. She wasn't right.

Her elders teased, flying down and started to bite and peck on her. For the twins, it was play. But for Amaya, it was an unwelcomed battle. Her siblings either had sharper teeth or the sharp pinchers that must've been given by their other parental half.

Above the fighting pups, Rodan looked nervously as his king watched them tussle. His gaze was intense and Rodan knew he was judging his creations. A King will not hesitate to swallow his own if they do not meet his standards.

She was born alone, as you can see. Rodan speaks up, getting Godzilla to take his attention off the spawns. She doesn't have anyone to combat wit-

I'm aware. Godzilla responds with an emotionless voice. I can smell it on her. An internal weakness. She's skinny. Clumsy as well. Compared to my mate's, your daughter is lacking-

Our daughter! Rodan daringly shouts. She will grow! She will become the darling little heir you please. But mind that I raise her alone. Don't be so quick to consume this one.

The King huffs in amusement. He's impressed to say the least that this second rate incubator spoke back against him. He turned his attention back on the spawns, expecting no difference. Yet, he was surprised. Amaya hissed at her elders, teeth baring as the edges of her wings began to have that burn like her Papa. Her elders stood back, now sharing wounds from her as they had done to she.

Interesting. Godzilla leans closer, lightly rubbing his nose against his bastard daughter. She bites at him and he gives an entertained grunt. He licks her then, which is a great sign.

He's accepted her.

Rodan felt the weight of everything finally fall from his body. The intense amount of relief washed over him. His daughter will survive. His daughter is accepted.

Godzilla stares Rodan down though. Almost in a threatening manner that made that relief he felt all the more temporary.

She needs more food. Fatten her up. If there is no change in three weeks I will make you regret it. Rodan gulped but bowed his head at his King's orders. He'd be forced to go fly further from his island to find food. Perhaps he could somehow convince the humans to feed her more as well.

Godzilla snorts before growling at his elder heirs. They instantly flew and landed on his back. Amaya watched them as a sense of longing over took her. They were the true prince and princess in the terms of things and though she had only recently interacted with him she wanted nothing more than her Father's affection.

Rodan noticed his daughter's stare and placed his wing over her. He leaned his head down and began licking her wounds while humming a sweet song for her. It was her special song.

Don't worry my child. Rodan sings softly. He recognized you as his own. You are worthy my darling.

The words calmed her of her insecurity. Little by little she started to drift to sleep. There she laid on the molten hot rock with her Papa looking down at her proudly.

[niumiu]

Hey guess who I drew again