#Obscure-DadsWeek1

[daddecember]

Obscure-Dads Week-long Prompt Event!

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Heavy gore is allowed provided that it doesn’t exceed the limits of TV-MA rating

Make whatever you want! Art? Fics? A couple of drabbles/sketches? We don’t care! Just do what you do best and create!

We will be reblogging entires from the week leading up to the event to 2 weeks after

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We all know that some of the most creative and amazing characters in the fandom don't get to be parents (or psudo-parents) enough. So let's all go wild! From March 25th - March 31st, we're hosting the Obscure-Dad's week-long prompted event! Each of our favorite dads will get a day just for them to be appreciated!

Note: This event will have 2 parts, so look out for the second set in the coming weeks (Will be announced once week 1 is done!)

Dads this week:

25th: Best Jeanist 26th: Tsukauchi 27th: Present Mic 28th: Hawks 29th: Yoichi 30th: Kurogiri 31st: Dabi

[thebnha-auhoard]

Manipulated Truth

Hey, i wrote a thing https://archiveofourown.org/works/46018966

Moments of silence as Naomasa watched as people came and went and a purple head buried himself into his plate as it rapidly disappeared, although that stopped as he turned up to look at Naomasa.

“Why?”

Naomasa absolutely could not give the answer of “it was the heroic thing to do” because well, kid may be in entering his double digits of age, but he would spot on the bullshit idealistic and just scoff at it, so he settled on more direct action.

“Well, you looked like you wanted to eat, so, why not? Isn’t like it I couldn’t afford it.”

In which Tsukauchi meets Shigaraki Hitoshi several times without noticing.

Words: 5,085 , Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Tsukauchi Naomasa, Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Inko 

Relantionships: Shinsou Hitoshi & Tsukauchi Naomasa, Midoriya Inko/Tsukauchi Naomasa, Midoriya Hisashi/Midoriya Inko/Tsukauchi Naomasa/Yagi Toshinori | All Might            

Additional Tags: Mentioned Midoriya Izuku, Mentioned Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Mentioned Sensei | All For One, Mentioned Midoriya Hisashi, ships are background mostly until there's a kiss because yeah, there is a one mention to bakugou, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Shinsou Hitoshi Needs a Hug, Shinsou Hitoshi is Bad at Feelings, Parental Tsukauchi Naomasa, Protective Tsukauchi Naomasa, Tired Tsukauchi Naomasa, Homelessness, Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Sensei | All For One's Bad Parenting, Sensei | All For One is Shinsou Hitoshi's Parent, there's some adulting going on here, some is the key word, DadDecember Ect Events, Obscure Dads Week 2023 Part 1 (My Hero Academia) 

[addrianastarflower]

Keep on running, kid (I’m here for you)

By: AddrianaStarflower & Ruolumen

Summary:

Thrown back in time to the dawn of quirks, Izuku must run from All for One with the help of his newly minted father figure, Yoichi. Meanwhile, the quirk wars rage on and the resistance is in full swing. Things are only just starting for them, and it certainly won't be slowing down anytime soon.

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

M/M

Multi

Fandom:

僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Relationships:

Midoriya Izuku & Yoichi | First One For All User

Sensei | All For One & Yoichi | First One For All User

Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One

Second One For All User & Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia)

Second One For All User/Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia)

Third One For All User & Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia)

Second One For All User & Third One For All User & Yoichi | First One For All User (MHA)

Midoriya Izuku & Past One For All Users

Characters:

Midoriya Izuku

Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia)

Sensei | All For One

Second One For All User (My Hero Academia)

Third One For All User (My Hero Academia)

Past One For All Users (My Hero Academia)

Shimura Nana

Additional Tags:

Parental Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia)

One For All Quirk Haunted by Past One For All Users' Ghosts (My Hero Academia)

Past One For All Users as Family (My Hero Academia)

Parental Past One For All Users (My Hero Academia)

Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi

POV Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia)

Protective Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia)

Uncle Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia)

Good Uncle Yoichi | First One For All User (My Hero Academia)

BAMF Midoriya Izuku

Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug

Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk

Midoriya Izuku Has All for One Quirk

eventually

Midoriya Izuku Has Multiple Quirks

Time Travel Fix-It

Alternate Universe - Time Travel

i guess it can be considered a fix it

it's a thrown back in time au so he is fixing stuff

Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Sensei | All for One & Yoichi Shigaraki Are Twins

Possessive Sensei | All for One

No violence yet but we'll get there

Slow To Update

DadDecember Ect Events

Obscure Dads Week 2023 Part 1 (My Hero Academia)

Language: English

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

something about shattered glass

(Ao3 link)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Prompts: Obscure Dads Week 1 Day 6 (Kurogiri), Bad Things Happen Bingo (Restraining Bolt)

@badthingshappenbingo @daddecember

Words: 1557

Rating: T

Summary:

Kurogiri remembers his dreams perfectly. He also knows exactly when he is dreaming, and when he is awake. They are always the same: a conversation with a boy who is eternally seventeen.

Kurogiri sometimes wonders if it's unusual for him to be aware of when he's dreaming.

He's heard idle talk of "lucid dreaming," only in passing, in inane small talk that people make around the bar. They say it's about knowing when you're dreaming, and being able to influence your environment within the dream- but he's never known a time when he hasn't been aware of when he's dreaming and when he isn't. Maybe that's another thing that he should write off as another oddity caused by his unknown past, or "unusual" quirk.

He also has the same dream every night, with little variation. Is that unusual too, he wonders? Do others have different dreams? How do they keep track?

It's nothing too pressing, of course, and there's no use dwelling on it. It's an interesting question, something neutral that takes up his thoughts when there's nothing else to do.

He supposes that dreams are always odd, no matter who's having them. Maybe his own are that much more so, due to the circumstances around his brain and memories and everything. Amnesia may cause changes in dreams, changes in brain operation, personality, he knows this. The Doctor told him that when he awoke for the first time in his memory.

It was a long time ago, now; about fifteen years since Sensei found him, presumably saved him from some sort of awful conditions- he'd never asked about his past, even when he'd had the chance to. He's curious, of course, though not nearly to the extent that he sometimes thinks that he should be. He's been content where he is, serving drinks in his bar and raising Tomura into a good successor for Sensei's empire.

He doesn't think it's anything less than a fair trade, for him to serve the man who saved his life. He doesn't mind the work, and he is proud of some of the things that Tomura has grown to accomplish in his life now that he's grown up.

He thinks he used to hate it, though; something in him used to scream at the very idea of working for a villain, though he hasn't got the faintest idea why. He thinks that whatever incident caused the amnesia may have also had an effect on his moral compass- or perhaps that change has come with circumstance.

Something still irks him about doing the dirty work himself, though; he's rarely asked to dispose of anything untoward, but on the occasion that he is, he's always much more reluctant to comply. It's like something older than himself is fighting the very idea, like some other person inside of him is so violently against it that it affects the rest of his reasoning so heavily. No, no, he mans his bar and cares for his ward, anything other than that is... outside of his job description, shall he say.

At the moment, though, he merely provides transportation for Tomura and his operations, which he isn't nearly as opposed to as Sensei's, possibly because he views Tomura as being in his care, still, even though he is now a legal adult.

Kurogiri isn't doing any of that at the moment, though. He finishes wiping down the counter, and arranges the barstools on top of it, the same as he does every night; he looks over the room, making sure he hasn't missed anything, and flips the lights off. He's sure that Tomura is still wide awake in his room, but that's nothing of concern at the moment. He gets himself ready for bed, and merely raps on Tomura's bedroom door to remind him that it is getting late and time does, indeed, still pass when he plays his games.

---

He is standing in a plain white room. In front of him is an equally white table, with two steaming mugs in front of the two chairs sitting opposite each other. He sits in the one on his right; the one on the left is already occupied.

"Shirakumo." He nods at the boy sitting across from him in the other chair, reaching out for the mug in front of him. He seems much calmer than he used to be, when they'd first met within this realm of sleep.

"Kurogiri." Shirakumo nods back, but does not make eye contact. He rarely does, now, this quiet avoidance having come with the calmness hard-won from time. Still, Kurogiri is glad that they are no longer coming to blows; his days are exciting enough, he does not need more conflict in his dreams.

"Any interesting crimes today?" Shirakumo asks with no small amount of venom, and Kurogiri knows that tonight will not be one of the pleasant nights. Sometimes, on occasion, he and Shirakumo have been able to get along; they haven't done so since before Tomura's USJ attack, but they did, once. He suspects that Shirakumo holds a grudge over his participation in that.

"Only if you count unlicensed quirk use. I threw some brawlers out of my bar, otherwise, no. Today has been quiet."

Shirakumo brings his mug to his lips, and says nothing. Kurogiri does the same.

It's tea, this time. Oolong. One of the few varieties that he dislikes. He suspects that it may have been Shirakumo's preferred variety.

"He's older than I was. He's older than I ever got to be. Why..." Shirakumo trails off, not sure in what he wants to ask other than "why?" He still isn't looking at Kurogiri, eyes trained on a random point to the side.

"Why was he so lucky?"

"No. I know he wasn't. Why am I still... why was I ever your equal? You spoke to me as a fellow adult, when nobody else did, even in life- you know what you are. You will always be older than me, always growing and changing, and I will always be the same."

Kurogiri puts his mug down. He'd been holding it for its warmth, but the question demands his full attention. It demands empty hands.

"Because you did not deserve this. To be me. I did not deserve to lose my memory, to wake up with only the knowledge that something had been done to me, but you had it worse. You did not deserve to die."

"I'm not dead. My body is alive. You would know."

"Yet you are as static as a ghost. You are aware of what I live through, what I do, and yet you can do nothing about it. You cannot even make me aware of your presence until I am asleep. I am sorry, Shirakumo, but though you may not be dead, you are as good as."

Shirakumo holds still, eerily so. He appears to be contemplating his answer, turning it over in his head. Finally, he asks, "Do you know? Do you know what you are?"

Kurogiri sighs, softly, and replies, "An experiment gone wrong, I think. An accident. I was found like this- "

"No you weren't."

It's not like Shirakumo to interrupt. He didn't do it even back in the beginning, when he was angry and grieving for himself and everyone else he didn't know the fates of. He would choose not to listen, of course, but never did he interrupt.

"I remember what you don't, Kurogiri. I should have asked you years ago, if you remembered, but I guess I'd just assumed that you did. I'm... I don't think I should tell you. Now that I know."

Kurogiri is quietly confused. Just what could be so bad that Shirakumo feels the need to hide it from him?

"Very well. I was not found like this, then. Am I to assume that the Doctor had a hand in me, then? Sensei, perhaps?"

Shirakumo traces the edge of his mug with a finger, mulling over the questions. "... Yes. They did. I won't go into detail about it."

"... It does no good to dwell on the past."

"It doesn't, you're right."

"Still. I feel this information will be useful in the future. For Tomura."

Shirakumo's head darts up, looking Kurogiri in the eyes for the first time in a very long while. "Just what are you planning on doing? Why would he benefit from this?"

"It is always good to know who to trust, and who not to. He is as close to a son as any can get, Shirakumo. I will not put him in danger that can be avoided."

---

Kurogiri sits bolt upright in his bed, the dream having come to a sudden and unceremonious end.

The clock still shows the time as being in the early hours of the morning, when neither he nor Tomura would normally be awake just yet. That's quite alright, in his opinion- it gives him enough time to prepare.

He knows that Sensei and the Doctor are planning something to do with Tomura. It has to do with encouraging him to kidnap one of the students in the UA Sports Festival, though he doubts that any particular student matters more than another.

He does not think that he wants this plan to come to pass.

It will be difficult, of course, to convince Tomura to abandon Sensei; more difficult still to hide the both of them. He will try it, though, because though Tomura is not technically his own, he is in all the ways that matter.

[agent-green-ultra]

"God, did you get schedule with that shithead?"

"Yeah, nurse already got burn paste or whatever, it is going to be a pain in the ass"

"Danm Kohaku bastard, couldn't he take a leave literally any other day when that gremlin isn't around."

"I heard is something with his spouse."

"Idiot, should have dodged that bullet."

"Hey, that isn't always the case you know."

"O yeah absolutely because you still has eyes for-."

"Shut up!!"

Kurorgiri wanted to sigh, but he doubted the spyware didn't have a two way access and accidentally set the two morons about a breach, and then he wouldn't hear the end of it from Tomura.

But his attention was snapped back into the conversation with the sharp crack of the rage in his heart.

"I bet the Shimura kid would be so much better-."

"O my god-."

"I'm serious! he-."

"Just because a kid 'presumaly' matches well with your quirk.-"

"It would and you know it! And our tag team always get to them sometime."

"It is unfortunate that i have to agree with you."

"You would liked to see what we could do with such powerful quirk, jujst admit it."

"I plead the fifth."

"That's a american thing and you know it."

"Fuckin' shut it you dumbass."

"I think they would go with something like Agent Ash Dusk."

"As if the superiors have any poetic taste to come with that."

"Suggestions are open the last time i saw."

"Not like, 12 years ago tho."

"I bet we could still make him an agent today tho-."

It is with every fiber os self restrain that Kurogiri doesn't imediatelly shut the transmissor with a slam of his hand, instead, he got to the simple task of filing the real names and quirks of the agents still chattering in his ears that he was trying to not even listen, but he could hear his grip on the pen make the plastic creak dangerously.

Finally, he could shut it off.

Yasu Hikaru, Quirk: Sanding. Shiori Katsumi, Quirk: Good Neighboor. transformation and mutation, doctor would like the former and Sensei would definetly enjoy the latter, and their bodies would be sure candidates for more trials of the vessel project.

Kurogiri forwards those to both Doctor, who is sure to inform Sensei, and their usual harvesters of their new target, and now with a turned off computer, Kurogiri exits the room.

The Bar was quiet, Tomura may enjoy violent games with all sorts of visuals of violently doing things, but there is agreement betwen the two that the sounds and "music" most of those port are too grading to any ear.

It is with strides that Kurogiri get's behind the bar counter, he knew like the back of his hand where every beverage and items were, so it was effortless to pick one of the low names in one of the shelfs, it was some sort of beer like one, more to sweet fruit than the everyday can.

Kurogiri slammed it down the sink, not shattering it at first, but opening and closing of a portal pair soon made the somehow soothing clinking sound to the enraged mind, and with the tap water running, he nailed the coffin shut by turning up the garbage disposal, their industrial grade quality soon giving an end to any shards into fine dust and down the drain with the beverage it cointained.

"So, who's dying tonight?" The snapping attitude imediatelly left Kurogiri, turning to look to his ward inputting a series of rapid commands, Kurogiri breathed easy.

They could do nothing to him, they couldn't twist Tomura like Eraser had, and if they tried, Oboro Kurogiri wouldn't save qualms to revert the act and make sure they payed double over it.

"None of your concern, Young master."

"Tsch, fine, keep to yourself, i don't care."

Kurogiri wouldn't dare to laugh at the tension now presenting from his ward shoulders, but he did find comedy in it.

"Could I suggest you go over your studies one more time instead of stressing over this level?"

"Shut it, i got everything and we both know it."

Kurogiri did chuckle at the petulant cute tone of hiw ward.

"Then perhaps you would find okay to invite those two, hot and red ones."

Tomura hissed, but Kurogiri atributed it to the game over screen he just gained then his offer.

"Do whatever, i'll stay here."

Kurogiri nodded, satisfied with the answer and the knowledge that he would stay there, and no one would make him otherwise.

Well, there is always Sensei, but Kurogiri trusts his judgement.

The dark body darted behind the crates, no sound came from their steps as the took their way around any wandering eyes, just a bit more until she reached the desk, ignoring the papers on top, the figure took to the bin next to it, swinddling four crumpled papers.

The figure rested a hand on the top of the desk, filling their quirk do it's ways and much information away, it was just two minutes they stayed station, but she didn't want to test luck, and soon made their way in the warehouse until a door to exit was meet, She would count victorious to not being caught, if the door didn't open itself to show a burly man walking inside.

He hesitated in the sight, She didn't.

Darting bellow the leg pair, she took sprint, making sure to be near any wall, they pivoted turn and turn almost to not hearing the screams of those working in that place.

It was with a welp and hearing the majorly distant shouting that the figure tripped forward, not stopping down, with hand and knees she pushed until they were safely hidden behind a dump, and so she held her breath in 5 seconds, slowly realeasing through her not visible mouth.

The was the suspense for several minutes, but the was no thumping feet or shouting anymore, so she could finally relax and close their only eye.

Northern breathed safe, and let their quirk eat away the information at the paper she held, and discard it too in the dump when standing up and slowly making her through the streets, exchanging the dark shirt for long red sleeves and downing a skirt over their pants.

Some blocks away and finally they started to look over the information gotten, and hoped it wasn't just tax balances that she was almost killed over, because that moving company was a cover for fitting ring with perhaps some mercenary deals, and they would be the first to know-.

BINGO!!

Northern exhaled relieved, it was an order for sure of elimination, there was no receipient but the pay was already given, and their targets were workers in the wrecked facility, but why-

A Fae like quirk??

Nothern fastened their step, wishing they did buy that discount retractable cane, this didn't sound good if the other leads were pointing.

It is one thing a nobody have that overpowered thing.

Another to have the king of underground crime to have it.

[quirksmith-13]

Wrote a fic for Day 2 of @addrianastarflower’s Obscure Dad Week! See it here:

[kore-arts]

It's Done!

Have this!

For @daddecember uwu

[thebnha-auhoard]

Nesting habits of Carnivores alike

Words: 2708, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Toga Himiko, Takami Keigo | Hawks

Relationships: Takami Keigo | Hawks & Toga Himiko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Toga Himiko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks/Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko

Tags: Toga Himiko is a Little Shit, Sweet Toga Himiko, Toga Himiko Being Toga Himiko, Toga Himiko Needs Rest, Protective Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks-centric, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Soft Takami Keigo | Hawks, Parental Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Mess, Mentioned Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Mentioned Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, raw meat eating, Hair Braiding, Hugging, in the end but yeah, ships are very backgroundlike they are in the background setting you should notice them but they aren't full story, DadDecember Ect Events, Obscure Dads Week

There was a crack and a pop of uncomfortable bones and muscles as Keigo made his way to “his” apartment, most of his feathers were missing and any not attached were for certain being dragged behind him as if tied with string behind his own dragging wings, and Keigo could feel the mess of mostly dried stains in his wings that made his brain even more scattered about, wanting to preen and pick feathers until he would calm down. And yet he could feel the smile creeping in his face as he could imagine his best friends grinning faces at his state if they saw him coming back home. 

Keigo doesn’t really bother with the keys somewhere along his full pockets, a feather quickly makes the way of the lock as soon Keigo had visual of the front door, and he just, leans into the apartment, ready to go face down in the at least cushy couch which was provided by the commission when he received the apartment (and most of the complex but of course those were only on his name in name, the commission always “managing” everything in his life-).

Instead, Keigo is surprised to see a different blond head shrieking as the automatic lights connected to the door activated, bleeding the house with overhead warm light instead of just the previous open fridge door light that was there, Toga Himiko was staring at him, probably trying to calm her heart at the sudden shift in the ambience. Keigo probably was exactly too tired to not even question on why the villain from the villain group both himself and Tou- Dabi were undercover, no, what he question was even more dumb.

“How… did you find this?”

Which props to Keigo a bit because that was a genuine baffling question, since most of the building complex was bought by the commission and the rest were on a rent basis, aka making it not be a place people really talked about, least of all any strange sightings they could have seen of one person or other. Tho the Keigo of right now was very much throwing himself in the big sofa that is the only thing they kept from the initial moving in, he spread out all of his limbs stretching out before just staying sprawling like a sea star, his feathers resting near but not much, so he could sense Toga start and stop, measuring her words to him.

“Well, I saw flambé getting in here, so, i assumed this was his…”

“It technically is, and mine, and owned by another one too”

He turned his head to have one eye looking at her, just noticing she was drinking one of Rumi’s plant milk based boxes, which made him gag the first time he tried one, so no thank you. Although the girl didn’t have the cornered animal look anymore, so that was a plus, the downside now is that teasing malice was what shined in those slitted eyes, and with a not necessary fanged smile.

“So you two DO have a thing!”

Keigo groaned, forfeiting the right of vision of the unnecessary fang showing, he knew Himiko fangs were retractable as his talons, and yet here she was rummaging the fridge and giggling like it was just a play. After a moment, his hunger was bigger than the cringe feeling, so Keigo righted his posture in time to see Himiko open the fridge again to look a bit more it seems..

Very lazy, Keigo ordered the feathers to bring his stached cuts of meat sponsored by Dabi chicken heming need to plan every meal in their house. Toga dodged the array like a second nature, still looked confused at him as Keigo himself smiled at the small tray of sashimi cuts and the sorted defrozen chicken they had, Keigo started with a drumstick.

"Why... are you eating that?"

Keigo thrilled, closest thing for a laugh with a whole drumstick in his mouth, and he almost choked at the gaping expression change to a jaw on the floor one as he audibly broke the bone in his bite.

"What?" He tried to say, but Keigo was very much still biting down onto the chilled chicken. So it sounded more like garble than anything else, which absolutely didn't help Toga expression at him

"Don't you have to like... cook that?"

Keigo shrugged, swallowing down.

"Do you have to cook and check for diseases in your blood?"

Himiko pouted, stomping one time on the floor. Keigo, who still very much lived with Rumi, waited for the tackle or the continued thumps as the rabbit became more impatient, or the shrill noise she would make when he or Dabi really got on her nerves.

Instead, Himiko only continued with a whine tone.

"That's different! You know that!"

"Literally how, you know there's a reason that I'm Hawks and not any other bird, you know?"

Keigo, who very much thought that expression was a dramatic media invention, wheezed and dropped the sashimi slice he was picking back in the tray as Himiko inflated her checks with an annoyed expression, and let all that air go immediately into a growl at Keigo reaction.

"Ok mister Hawks, what other bird would you be, huh?" 

Toga swung the fridge door open again, sticking her head in cutting off Keigo vision of her.

After finishing that slice he dropped, he hummed out loud, thinking perhaps a bit much about the question.

"Vulture, perhaps, or Owl if I wanted to still have a hero theme and all."

Himiko shoot her head out, holding one of the fried buns Dabi liked to munch in her mouth but otherwise it was a surprised expression she gave him, which made him arch an eyebrow at her. She tried to talk, but clearly forgot the bun she was holding, but Himiko was fast enough to catch it before it fell on the ground. With a grumble again, she let it rest besides where the drink was left on the table top, and gone back to investigate what there was in their fridge.

"Didn't think you birdie would like those scavenger types"

Keigo snorted, and bit down on the last slice of the fish tray before answering.

"Well, our stomach compositions are practically the same, and there is a known bright red species, tho I think it was because they use makeup? I don't know, and they are cool."

"Do you think they are cool?"

Keigo was a bit rattled by how small Himiko voice got on the question, and he did have enough emotional intelligence to see that something in that was important to the girl.

Keigo shrugged knowingly that Toga couldn't see it and said.

"They are very cool, even if other people don't think that, they don't really care because they got their own thing you know, getting rid of infection and carcasses and all."

Keigo chirped when he felt the sofa dippen, tiredness was really eating at him at not noticing Toga coming, no sign of the milk drink but there were some of the buns in her lap, and Keigo could feel the avoided gaze of the girl, with her back firmly in his general direction. The only thing he hoped is that he didn’t accidentally anger the blood thirsty teen, Keigo continued to munch on bone and meat alike.

“Pick a number between 50 and 20.”

Keigo blinked, after finishing his last piece was the statement said. Looking at her, Keigo saw Himiko still wasn’t looking at him, only one bun remaining in her lap as the girl worked on the hair buns. Keigo pouted while thinking, absently minded taking the leftover trash to the trash or the sink.

“33”

“Left or Right?”

Keigo now turned to her, sitting cross legged and letting his wings sag behind him now that there was no task to be done.

“Right.”

“Red, blue or green?” Now Himiko turned at him, smile without fangs as she seems to give up on righting the buns and just let her hair go.

“Blue.” Keigo watched as she munched the fried bun left, still smiling at him, perhaps he looked funny when tired to her?

“Dawn or dusk?”

“Dawn, shouldn’t you go to sleep?”

The smile immediately falls, but there’s no pout, only slight squint at him with no force of a glare.

“Shouldn’t you?”

Keigo sighed. “Yeah i should, but you’re here, so…”

There’s the pout he wasn’t looking for.

“Well, i want to stay the night!”

“Cool, do you want to take a shower or just hit the hay?”

Himiko blinked wide-eyed at him, but Keigo was already set, his stray feathers reconnecting with his wings as he got up and stretched. Keigo headed to Dabi’s room in search of some night wear she would have.

“Wait! Are you being serious?!” Was called out, which Keigo couldn’t really respond with his face in a closet, but soon he found one of those long shirts with short sleeves that Dabi would wear in long free days.

“Yeah! Do you want me to run your outfit in the washing machine while you’re at the bath?” He peaked in Rumi’s room, grabbing one shorts of hers before coming back to the living room, with an easy smile on. Himiko was still where Keigo left her, now blinking wildly at him like he had grown another head.

With a tone to set the final nail on the coffin, Keigo did his final offer. “I could help do your hair, I know how to do a sick french braid!”

Now there was definitely a sparkle in her yellow eyes as Himiko quietly said. “Yeah”

There was more spark in Keigo smile now, exhaustion forgotten for a moment as he ushered the teen to the shower, making sure the spare clothes were in her hands before heading off to ready the sofa with the futon cover and some spare pillows, Keigo chuckled at the memory of the argument about that between the three and Keigo being very scandalized that Rumi only would take two and Touya would take one, his best friends and their lack of early back problems was a matter of scandalisation at the highest dramatic acti he would muster with them.

Things helpfully laid out in the couch, Keigo deemed the room lights to mostly dark but still able to see, and after some feather work, he could grab the left out dirty clothes without needing to open the door, and got to set up the washing machine with a bit of powder bleach besides the soap and vinegar, and chugged the cardigan, fuku, skirt and high socks, leaving the neckerchief aside for no color damage, Keigo learned his lesson with Rumi hero costume accident.

After that, Keigo resettled his sitting position, and perhaps struggled to stay awake a bit for Himiko to be finished, by the time the door opened from the showers, he was dropping his head from minute to minute.

“You better not sleep and mess my hair up.”

Keigo gestured for her to sit in front of him, not minding the threat since he was trained out of unsteady hands in exhaustion when he was 10.

“That’s depressing! Cats or dogs?” While the question was asked, Keigo busied his hands gently prying the hair and dividing in two, and getting to work in the left side again by dividing into three and starting the braid with light movements.

“Bunnies”

“Water or fire?”

“Fire” Keigo tugs a bit to get the braid firm, now to tuck it in, in a bun…

“Desk or couch?”

“Couch”

“Pokemon starter?”

“Pikachu”

“Lame, turtles or rays?”

“Manta” There, with two hair ties it was secure and frankly Keigo is proud of how it is looking so far, now to the other side.

“Plus or sub?”

“Plus” 

“Beef or chicken”

“Chicken”

“Call or message?”

“Calls”

“Light or darkness?”

“Darkness. Finished, is it too tight?” Keigo leaned back admiring his work of making the buns not to flat but managing to have the circles more apparent since he managed to wrap the braid in itself that it was showing the hole in the wrapping in the center of both. It would probably fall away fastly, but Keigo knows his actual braids will last, when he did Rumi hair one time it lasted all morning without coming undone with the activity!

“Nop!”

“Well, then settle in, because i’m gonna snooze.” Keigo shuffled aside until he could stand again, and couldn’t force the yawn that resulted from it, but it was good fun seeing Himiko smile in the corner of his eye

“You still say that?” Himiko leaned, smile easy and a just a glint of teasing in her eyes that Keigo did notice were starting to drop.

“I say a lot of old slang when tired yeah.” Keigo absently nodded, rolling in the balls of his feet trying to stave off grogginess 

“Grampa.” Keigo huffed, turning and starting his walk to his room.

“Goodnight my sweetheart!”

“Lame!!!” He let’s out a cackle in time of the teen, before Keigo is shutting the door and breathing out, not to relax per say, he is already calm enough, but something in this back and fourth make his mind cotton and heart ready to… do something, he wasn’t really sure what at this point, but it felt similar all those years ago, when Keigo was sure he would do anything for the other two best friends.

But sure is something different, since that was Toga, a 15 something year old villain, and he sure as hell didn’t feel like that to anyone in that age length and moral ground.

Whatever, Keigo took his shirt off and promptly fell in dreamless slumber the moment he relaxed against the bed and his pillow.

The doors of their apartment are well oiled, but it is still easy for booth Keigo and Rumi pick on any movement in their home, and Touya was as much as early riser as Keigo and stone cold sleeper, so, even if sleep clinging to his mind. His body tenses up, hand already curling around one of his old molt sharp feathers under the pillow, and Keigo wonders why the normal adrenaline hasn’t kicked up when the presence spoke, and of course he recognize it after one minute away from the interaction with her.

“Birdie.” There’s an yawn between. “Let me snuggle.”

“... what.”

“The sofa isn’t comfy.” Shuffling of feet, and confusion was what filled Keigo mind, since he knows for a fact that that sofa is extra comfy, and what would be the problem-.

Realization didn’t strike like thunder, and perhaps that was the motive of it leaving Keigo breathless, or because the memory hit him full of body slamming force, of himself shuffling towards his mother bed and quietly asking to join in. His hand trembled as he let go of the now soft feather and pushed up to look, his vision wasn’t as good in the dark as Rumi, but he could see clear enough to know the expression of slow regret and doubt on the normally smiling face.

Yeah, ok, maybe he now has a name for the feelings relating Himiko, and understands why To-Dabi would spend so much time with the girl outside the meetings with the league, but it all is just a maybe.

“Sure, get conforta-oof.”

Keigo had the mind to get his wings out of the way, but was still surprised at the velocity that Himiko springed out of the door into the bed. He wasn't winded by the impact, but more of the instinct chirp that left at the impact, with the breath Keigo took he could feel the girl snaking around him, but never really bringing arms up, and could smell the camomile and fresh grass that Dabi liked to use to get rid of smoke smell, and strong iron scent that made him gulp.

Himiko stilled, and settled down where she was mostly curled next to him.

Keigo counted four heartbeats, before overcoming the hesitation, wrapping both wing and arm around the teen, and waited eight more for Himiko stiffness to relax again into the mattress.

“Goodnight.”

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

just some straight up quirk bullshit

(Ao3 link)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Prompts: Obscure Dads Week 1 Day 5 (Yoichi), Bad Things Happen Bingo (Hate Plague)

@badthingshappenbingo @daddecember

Words: 2603

Rating: T

Summary:

Izuku likes to think that he's a perfectly normal, perfectly decent person. Maybe not quite normal anymore, all things considered, but decent.

He doesn't know what he must have done, then, to be subject to this kind of nonsense so often- of course he's the one to get hit with a villain's quirk!

"Do you feel irritable or disagreeable at all? Moreso than expected or normal for you, I mean."

The paramedic asks this almost conversationally while shining a small flashlight in Izuku's eyes. He's sitting in the back of an ambulance, like he has been for the past twenty minutes, at the site of a jewelry store robbery that just happened to be near the konbini by UA. He sees Uraraka and Jirou talking to police further away, but since he was hit by the robber's quirk, he's the one who gets to be in the ambulance.

("Why is it always you?" Uraraka had asked before the ambulance got there, and he'd just shrugged. He doesn't know any better than she does.)

"No, I don't think so. Why?"

The paramedic clicks the flashlight off and replies, "They identified the quirk that you were hit with. Supposedly, it's called 'Social Tension,' and what it does is aggravate social tension in those it affects. Usually, that comes out by making the victim more argumentative than usual, but sometimes it interacts with quirks strangely, gives it a bit of a delay. You might be feeling it in a few hours, but it only lasts for a day or so. Make sure to let your friends know, or at least avoid them tomorrow, okay? We don't want you ending any friendships over this."

Izuku nods, a little nervous over the description of the quirk. "Are you sure you can't, um, hold me in the hospital or something? I'd be under a quirk effect."

The paramedic shakes her head sadly, in an understanding sort of way, while bent over a bandage she's applying to Izuku's arm. "Sorry, I wish I could say we could, but your only other injuries are a scratch or two. We can't hold you for being angry."

Izuku sighs, and says, "It was worth a shot. Is there any way of slowing it down?"

The paramedic smooths out the bandage, and straightens back up. "I'm sorry, but I don't know anything else about that quirk. I would suggest either relaxing or going to the gym, but that's my own personal advice. Not medical-professional-grade. Alright, you're all set- I believe that you still need to give a statement to the officers?"

Izuku nods, and hops down from where he was sitting. The paramedic beckons over one of the policemen, someone he hasn't met before, and he starts his account of how it all went down.

---

They had just unexpectedly run out of milk, and since it was a weekend, UA didn't have to send a teacher or someone to get more, because students could be sent on the errand instead.

He and Uraraka had volunteered, and Aizawa had sent Jirou along with them, because she "is actually responsible" and "will keep you two chaos gremlins in check."

So the three of them had gone to the konbini for some milk, and they were supposed to hurry back; however, an argument had started about whether or not they should get some of the bright Hero-themed gummies on display. Surprisingly, Uraraka had not been on his side, saying that they shouldn't waste their money when they could come back another time with a bigger budget for snacks; meanwhile, he'd spotted some All Might ones, so he was fighting tooth and nail for them. Jirou was doing the same for some Present Mic gummies.

It was when Uraraka had been very close to convincing him to put them back when Jirou had heard the burglar alarm from the jewelry store across the way.

Obviously, as Hero Course students, they had to intervene. They'd run out of the store, leaving their basket behind, and towards the jewelry store, which seemed to have been closed for the day. The robber was masked, and was rifling through drawers and had broken into a display case already.

Izuku and Uraraka had gone inside first, in order to try and get the robber to surrender peacefully, while Jirou plugged her earphone jacks into the wall to see if she could hijack the speaker system and called the police.

Then, the fight had gone down, with Uraraka flinging pieces of already-broken jewelry at high speeds while Izuku tried to physically box the robber into a corner. At one point, Jirou must have managed to get into the store's speakers, because she blasted a sudden noise that threw all three of them off-kilter; however, this was a move that she'd practiced before, so Izuku and Uraraka recovered much faster than the robber did.

The robber, when taken by surprise like that, blasted off his quirk, an unknown beam of light that managed to get Izuku right in the chest. However, after a moment, he decided he felt fine and went back to trying to finish the fight.

Then the police arrived, and quickly arrested the robber. An ambulance was called when Izuku had mentioned the quirk, and that was pretty much the end of the story.

---

The officer lets Izuku go after a few clarifying questions, and he, Uraraka, and Jirou go back to the konbini for their milk. The cashier, who'd heard and seen some of the commotion outside, allows all three of them a free pack of gummies; Izuku and Jirou smugly grab their preferred packs, and Uraraka manages to find a Thirteen-themed pack for herself.

On the walk back, the three of them bemoan how Aizawa was going to kill the three of them, considering that he'd been called when the police arrived, and Izuku remembers what the paramedic had told him about the quirk. He sullenly kicks at the sidewalk, and then relays the explanation to Uraraka and Jirou.

Jirou's response is a simple, "I forgive you preemptively," and that seems to be the end of that.

Uraraka, however, laughs and says, "Deku, the only person who's going to antagonize you is Bakugou, and he needs to be taken down a few notches."

Oh no. "B-But if Kacchan tries to start something, I don't want to yell at him or fight him or anything! We're just barely friends again, I don't want that to stop!"

Uraraka sighs, rolls her eyes, and responds, "Do you honestly think he, of all people, is the kind of guy to hold violence against you? The guy who routinely screams 'Die! Die! Die!' in training? The one we joke about having to give rabies shots to? That guy?"

"... Maybe."

"Just warn him about the quirk, and if he starts something after that, he'll know it's his own fault if he gets beat to a pulp."

Izuku shoves his face into his hands, closes his eyes, and very quietly screams. He ignores the mocking laughter from both sides.

"Midoriya, if you're really all that bothered about it, just shut yourself in your room for tonight and tomorrow. It's not like there's class tomorrow, so you can get your homework done or something."

"But I'm already two weeks ahead!" Izuku's voice still feels muffled, and he finally takes his hands off his face to look at where he's going. Uraraka's still quietly snickering to herself, while Jirou seems to be attempting to offer some actual advice.

"Then troll some hero forums or something, get all your anger out that way. As much as I would love to see you go apeshit, clearly you don't want to do that, so make a throwaway account on Reddit and get mad at all the nerds who are three centimeters off about the latest All Might action figure instead of at your friends."

"... I got banned from the All Might forum when I was eleven."

"I just said to make a throwaway."

"They banned my IP address."

"Wait- Deku, what did you do?"

Uraraka and Jirou have stopped walking and are both staring at him incredulously, while he stares up at the sky in shame. "We don't talk about the Toxic Chainsaw incident."

They glance at each other before blinking over at him. There's silence, for a minute, before Jirou tentatively offers, "UA's IP is different from the one at your house?"

Izuku exhales forcefully, thinks it over, and eventually says, "If I get UA banned from the All Might forum then I will never live it down. Also Nedzu might kill me."

"They'll think you're stealing UA's Wi-Fi if they actually ban your IP," Uraraka chimes in.

"Then Nedzu will still find out. And kill me. Or expel me."

Jirou raises an eyebrow, and notes, "Odd emphasis on that last one."

"Expulsion might be worse than death in this particular circumstance."

Jirou bursts out in cackles, while Uraraka giggles out a "Don't ever change, Deku!"

The three of them ping ideas for blowing off steam, but they all get shot down by one of the others; by time they get to UA, Izuku's too busy giggling at Uraraka's latest suggestion to be all that worried about the quirk taking effect in the next few hours, or even tomorrow.

---

Izuku's been holed up in his room for a few hours, now, and he doesn't feel any different. He'd tried getting into Internet arguments, but everyone was being so purposefully bad-faith about everything that he'd had to stop. He got another week ahead on his homework, and then ran out of homework to do. He ate the snacks he keeps in his desk, but he was already running low and the stale bag of prepackaged popcorn has only made him hungrier.

He knows that right about now is the prime time for dinner, and that other people will be downstairs if he goes; however, he's also pretty sure that Uraraka and Jirou spread the news about the quirk, even if Aizawa didn't. So if someone tries something and the quirk decides to suddenly rear its head, that won't really be too much of his fault, and he can always apologize on Monday.

With this decided, he goes downstairs for dinner.

It's actually not bad, when he goes. Kacchan's on cooking duty tonight, so he's too busy yelling at the others with kitchen duty like a drill sergeant on steroids to really care about what Izuku does; there's two portions of Kacchan's extra spicy curry on the side, and since they're smaller than the bigger batch, they're already done and being kept on the backburner of the stove to keep warm. Izuku dodges around Kirishima and Ojiro as they frantically chop more vegetables, and grabs a bowl from the cabinet for his share of the extra spicy curry.

Kacchan always makes two portions of it, even though he only ever eats one, because he knows that Izuku is just as much of a spice hound as he is, though of course he'd never admit it. Even so, he doesn't rag on Izuku like he usually would for "stealing his food," so he must be feeling considerate.

Nobody avoids him while he eats, but no one talks to him, either. He has to remind himself that the quirk might rear its head at any minute, so this is the best outcome for everyone, but it still hurts. Just a bit.

So he's quick about his meal, and hurries upstairs when he's done. It's just getting dark, but he figures he may as well go to bed now- in all likelihood, it'll all be worse tomorrow.

---

"Fuck the entire way off, Daigoro!"

"Absolutely not, you son of a bitch! You knew I didn't want the damn- !"

"Will both of you shut it? Nobody wants to hear your decades-old argument rehashed again! It's done! It's over! Hikage apologized a thousand times while he was alive, if his memories are right, so there's no need for you to be pulling this shit up in front of Ninth!"

"Oh, like you wanted the quirk, either, Nana! En foisted it on you- "

"Do not bring me into this- "

Izuku watches the vestiges fight over the past with a viciousness he hasn't seen before. The First, Yoichi, watches silently with vague concern, and not-quite-All Might is silent as always. Second and Third are silent as well, though they flank Yoichi and show nothing on their faces. Is this because of the quirk he was hit by, he wonders? Instead of affecting him, it went for the vestiges? That would make sense, considering how he was told it has weird interactions with quirks sometimes, and One for All is as weird a quirk as they come.

"And about Ninth! What kind of successor is he, breaks himself over and over trying to use the quirk? None of us had near the amount of issues he does!"

... Of course, more confirmation that he's not the Ninth that they wanted. It always circles back to that, the inevitable truth that he's too weak for it, not good enough, doesn't even have a quirk to offer it. No hope of killing All for One. No hope of beating Shigaraki. No hope of doing anything useful with it.

"None of us had near the stockpiled strength he has, either! Eighth poured power into this quirk for decades, and you expect a teenager to use it without issue? The poor boy's never even had a quirk before! As far as I'm concerned, he's doing perfectly fine!"

Yoichi finally steps into the argument, physically moving over towards Izuku, as though to protect him from the others. His voice, though naturally very quiet, is raised enough that it cuts through the others' arguments.

He sighs, though Izuku doesn't think he needs to in this place, and turns towards Izuku. In his more normal tone, he says, "Don't mind them, Ninth. They've been up in arms all day, of course they were bound to drag you into it."

Izuku tries to say something about the quirk he was hit with, because of course that must be why the vestiges have been like this- especially considering the timing of it, it must have exacerbated the 'social tension' between all the vestiges. Unfortunately, he still doesn't have any way of communicating in here, and it seems that the vestiges aren't aware of what happened earlier.

Yoichi must see something on his face, because he continues, "Don't worry about it. They get like this sometimes, it never actually leads to anything. They're all bitter in their own ways. It'll pass, it always does."

Izuku would huff in frustration if he could, but as it stands, he still can't do anything like that in this plane of One for All. At least he knows that the quirk won't have any permanent effects- if they've gotten like this before, like Yoichi says, then nobody's going to be holding any grudges when it wears off.

The argument seems to have started up again while Yoichi stopped paying attention to it, but instead of intervening again, Yoichi only sighs. He seems exhausted, for a moment, before returning to his usual appearance and saying, "May as well go ahead and wake up, Ninth. It's not like you'll be getting much rest if you stay here."

---

Izuku wakes up slowly, and nearly falls right back to sleep before he figures he may as well check the time. He rolls over, and sees that his alarm reads a little after 1 in the morning, so there's enough time to sleep and get a half-decent amount of rest if he doesn't end up in One for All again.

He doesn't think he will. He's barely half-awake at best, though, so maybe his predictions aren't the best, but he feels warm and comfortable enough that he doesn't really care one way or the other.

[daddecember]

yooooooo *finger guns* we can pair up any dads to any brats like? like even deaged little kiddies

Yup! Any character works for the child!

Go live your wildest dreams of Shigaraki being adopted by Hawks or whatever you please!

[daddecember]

the painful process of sibling bonding

By: The_Fyre

Summary:

“I’d do it.” Shouto repeats, more sure of himself now. “Tsukauchi’s in danger, and��“ Ever since Shouto was ten years old, Tsukauchi has been a main presence in his life. With Endeavor dead, Shouto had started following his brother around, and that had led to him being watched over by Tsukauchi almost more often than not. Shouto couldn’t imagine losing him. “—if I can do something to help save him, I will.”

Words: 13400. Chapters: 1/1. Language: English

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Relationships:

Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Shouto

Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Tsukauchi Naomasa

Characters:

Dabi | Todoroki Touya

Todoroki Shouto

Tsukauchi Naomasa

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Random Villain OC

Fuyumi and Hatsume briefly appear

Additional Tags:

Obscure Dads Week 1

DadDecember Ect Events

event tags done

now how tf do I tag this

Torture

Blood and Gore

Violence

Suffering

yeah I think that covers it

Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Bad at Feelings

He tries tho

Parental Tsukauchi Naomasa

TheTodorokisNeedABetterDad2023

Dead Todoroki Enji | Endeavor

Attempt at Humor

Happy Ending

I promise ❤️

there is also fondant

[daddecember]

Welcome to Day 1, all! Keep your eyes peeled for more fics to reblogged shortly!

Obscure-Dads Week-long Prompt Event!

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In addition to using the #dad-ect-events tag  (DadDecember Ect Events on ao3), also tag it with #Obscure-DadsWeek1 (Obscure Dads Week 1 on ao3) so we can find it and tag us on tumblr (@daddecember)

No NSFW will be reblogged. Feel free to write it, but we won’t be showing it off here! Any NSFW entries will be deleted. (This excludes the ao3 collection)

Heavy gore is allowed provided that it doesn’t exceed the limits of TV-MA rating

Make whatever you want! Art? Fics? A couple of drabbles/sketches? We don’t care! Just do what you do best and create!

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We all know that some of the most creative and amazing characters in the fandom don't get to be parents (or psudo-parents) enough. So let's all go wild! From March 25th - March 31st, we're hosting the Obscure-Dad's week-long prompted event! Each of our favorite dads will get a day just for them to be appreciated!

Note: This event will have 2 parts, so look out for the second set in the coming weeks (Will be announced once week 1 is done!)

Dads this week:

25th: Best Jeanist 26th: Tsukauchi 27th: Present Mic 28th: Hawks 29th: Yoichi 30th: Kurogiri 31st: Dabi

[daddecember]

Real quick reminder that the event starts TMMRW!!! Love you all and can't wait to see what you create!

Obscure-Dads Week-long Prompt Event!

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Rules/Guidelines:

In addition to using the #dad-ect-events tag  (DadDecember Ect Events on ao3), also tag it with #Obscure-DadsWeek1 (Obscure Dads Week 1 on ao3) so we can find it and tag us on tumblr (@daddecember)

No NSFW will be reblogged. Feel free to write it, but we won’t be showing it off here! Any NSFW entries will be deleted. (This excludes the ao3 collection)

Heavy gore is allowed provided that it doesn’t exceed the limits of TV-MA rating

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We all know that some of the most creative and amazing characters in the fandom don't get to be parents (or psudo-parents) enough. So let's all go wild! From March 25th - March 31st, we're hosting the Obscure-Dad's week-long prompted event! Each of our favorite dads will get a day just for them to be appreciated!

Note: This event will have 2 parts, so look out for the second set in the coming weeks (Will be announced once week 1 is done!)

Dads this week:

25th: Best Jeanist 26th: Tsukauchi 27th: Present Mic 28th: Hawks 29th: Yoichi 30th: Kurogiri 31st: Dabi

[daddecember]

We're about three weeks out from event start, so get ready!

Obscure-Dads Week-long Prompt Event!

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In addition to using the #dad-ect-events tag  (DadDecember Ect Events on ao3), also tag it with #Obscure-DadsWeek1 (Obscure Dads Week 1 on ao3) so we can find it and tag us on tumblr (@daddecember)

No NSFW will be reblogged. Feel free to write it, but we won’t be showing it off here! Any NSFW entries will be deleted. (This excludes the ao3 collection)

Heavy gore is allowed provided that it doesn’t exceed the limits of TV-MA rating

Make whatever you want! Art? Fics? A couple of drabbles/sketches? We don’t care! Just do what you do best and create!

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Written up version of image under cut:

We all know that some of the most creative and amazing characters in the fandom don't get to be parents (or psudo-parents) enough. So let's all go wild! From March 25th - March 31st, we're hosting the Obscure-Dad's week-long prompted event! Each of our favorite dads will get a day just for them to be appreciated!

Note: This event will have 2 parts, so look out for the second set in the coming weeks (Will be announced once week 1 is done!)

Dads this week:

25th: Best Jeanist 26th: Tsukauchi 27th: Present Mic 28th: Hawks 29th: Yoichi 30th: Kurogiri 31st: Dabi

[addrianastarflower]

It's coming up, so get ready!!!

Obscure-Dads Week-long Prompt Event!

Ao3 collection:

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Rules/Guidelines:

In addition to using the #dad-ect-events tag  (DadDecember Ect Events on ao3), also tag it with #Obscure-DadsWeek1 (Obscure Dads Week 1 on ao3) so we can find it and tag us on tumblr (@daddecember)

No NSFW will be reblogged. Feel free to write it, but we won’t be showing it off here! Any NSFW entries will be deleted. (This excludes the ao3 collection)

Heavy gore is allowed provided that it doesn’t exceed the limits of TV-MA rating

Make whatever you want! Art? Fics? A couple of drabbles/sketches? We don’t care! Just do what you do best and create!

We will be reblogging entires from the week leading up to the event to 2 weeks after

Stay tuned and subscribe for updates when the second event comes!

Written up version of image under cut:

We all know that some of the most creative and amazing characters in the fandom don't get to be parents (or psudo-parents) enough. So let's all go wild! From March 25th - March 31st, we're hosting the Obscure-Dad's week-long prompted event! Each of our favorite dads will get a day just for them to be appreciated!

Note: This event will have 2 parts, so look out for the second set in the coming weeks (Will be announced once week 1 is done!)

Dads this week:

25th: Best Jeanist 26th: Tsukauchi 27th: Present Mic 28th: Hawks 29th: Yoichi 30th: Kurogiri 31st: Dabi