#Toothless might get some more tweaking in the future but for now he's good

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Some snapshots of the progression for my Toothless and Wodensfang designs.

These two were easily the most difficult designs for me to nail down, so they make for fun comparisons. Not to mention I accidentally ended up doing all of these almost exactly a year apart.

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Future kids - Todoroki Shoto I

Todoroki meets his children from the future. Part 2 is up now you can find it on my tumblr masters list. Or click [here]

Todoroki Shoto x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Todoroki was understandably confused. One moment he was eating his cold soba in peace and quiet, the next a little girl came barreling into him. Clinging onto his pant leg for dear life, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Todoroki tensed, even if he was coming out of his shell, dealing with a little child while not having complete control over his flames terrified him. What if he ended up hurting her, when he wanted to help? He refused to be like his father. hurting small children.

A small tug on his leg brought him out of his thoughts, and back to the reality that a young girl probably no older than 6 was clinging to him. He could feel his pants getting wetter by the minute, drenched in the redheaded little princess’ tears. Kneeling down to her height, he put a hand on her head and pattet it gently. It was the only form of comfort he could think of would be appropriate. “ Hey snowflake, where's your parents?” Todoroki asked the little girl, making her look up at the stranger whom she was clinging to. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she began to sob harder and cling to him even more if that was even possible. “ I-Im so so sorry daddy *sniff* I can’t find Ren” Todoroki stiffened. Daddy? He wasn’t a dad, not yet anyways. But that didn’t matter when he was comforting a young girl, so he would play along for the time being. Besides he felt drawn to the little snowflake, maybe it was the fact that she was comfortable enough to seek comfort from him. Maybe it was the fact that she looked like him, with beautiful heterochromia eyes, one classic Todoroki cerulean blue and one e/c.

“ Take a deep breath, little snowflake. Can you tell me what year it is?” His usual monotone tone, took on a softer note talking to the girl. He was kneeling at her height, rubbing small circles on her small back, while she clung to his shirt, sobbing in his chest. She looked up at him with her big mismatched doe eyes brimming with tears “ Its 20xx” okay weird that is 15 years in the future, Shoto wasn’t stupid this was probably the work of a quirk. He then proceeded to ask her if she was indeed hit by a quirk.

She told him that apparently her and her twin brother Ren, were playing with some of their friends at a park. But when they were playing tag one of their friends got their quirk, and the twins got separated. When Reina, as she told him her name was, woke up and couldn’t find her twin brother Ren she began to panic. Then she began looking for him, but then she recognized the dual colored hair and ran to him.

In between her telling the story and sniffling quitely, Shoto had picked her up. While she was calming down in his arms, he began making his way back to the campus grounds. Mr.Aizawa would hopefully know what to do, and maybe they would find Ren on the way. It broke his heart to hear her sniffle, his little snowflake crying was heart wrenching. Even if she technically wasn’t born yet, she was still his little snowflake and he would protect her no matter the cost. He was so possessive of his little girl already and he had only met her 1 hour ago, he promised himself then and there that he would be a better father than Endeavor ever was.

Her sniffles and sobs stopped, and her trembling figure relaxed in his hold. He could feel the little one's gaze on him, and he turned his head to her tilting his head a bit to ask what was wrong. “ Why do you look so young, daddy? '' She asked with the little innocent voice of an angel, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her question. “ Well my little snowflake, right now I’m 16 and you haven’t exactly been born yet. I’m guessing your friend's quirk is something along the lines of time travel” he patiently explained to her, she nodded her head along as if she understood him. And if she inherited his intelligence, she just might have understood what he just told her completely.

The walk back to the dorms were filled with idle chatter, Shoto asking Reina about his future and how he was as a father. To which she exclaimed with a bright toothless smile ‘Daddys the best daddy in the whole world’ and he was so relieved that he wasn’t a horrible father like his own was to him. He ended up stopping for a minute so Shoto could pepper her with small soft kisses all over her cute slightly chubby cheeks. Her squeals of excitement warmed his heart, and a soft smile made its way on his face.

To onlookers they looked like a cute set of siblings, and small aw’s and so cute were heard in the background. But inside their little bubble, nothing could burst Shoto’s happiness at knowing he wouldn’t repeat his fathers mistakes. The long walk back to the dorms felt a lot shorter with his little snowflake talking his ear off. It was adorable really, she stumbled over a few words every once and awhile. She told him all about her and Ren’s adventures, how they accidentally froze their teacher when Ren got his quirk, and how he had to come and free the teacher.

Shoto was inexplicably happy that Ren got his quirk from his mothers side. But one thing caught his attention was the mention of their mother. He realized that Reina not once had mentioned her name, and as much as Shoto would hate to admit it he was beyond curious as to who he would ultimately spend his life with. A big part of him hoped that it was you, since he had finally found out what the fuzzy feeling he had around you was. Yep Todoroki Shoto was utterly and completely enamored by you, your personality was sweet and you would do anything for family and friends. Alongside Midoriya you were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

The closer to the dorms the two Todorokis came, the more his curiosity nagged him to ask his daughter who her mother was. When he could see the height alliance building a little longer down the road, his curiosity won. “ Snowflake, you never told me your mom's name. '' Reina brightened when he asked about his future wife, a big tell that his little girl adored her mother as much as she adored her father. '' Silly daddy, mom's name is Todoroki y/n of course, ``she said giggling. A bright smile adorned his handsome features as Todoroki stepped into the dorm's living room with Reina still in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

Class 1-A consecutively looked towards the door when it opened. They were trying to calm down the child that was crying on their sofa, who also happened to look suspiciously like their dual haired classmate. The young boy had dual colored hair and cerulean blue eyes, his hair was half white and half y/h/c. The child was obviously confused and scared, and had only stopped wailing when Kaminari short circuited. But alas he was still sobbing and the class was almost out of ideas. He had been asking about his parents, and calling for a person named Reina.

There in the door stood a smiling Todoroki, holy damn was the world ending. But what also caught their attention was the little redhead in his arms hugging him, the little girl's voice reached them and their jaws dropped. “ Daddy, is this the place you and mommy met?” It was such an innocent question, but 1-A was in a frenzy, so much so that they didn’t notice the little boy springing up from the couch and dashing toward Todoroki and the girl. They only came back to earth when a small happy “Daddy” was heard.

Todoroki was about to answer Reina’s question, when he heard the little cry “Daddy”. He turned his head towards the sound and so did Reina, she began bouncing in Shoto’s arms. “ Ren '' She shouted, making Shoto bend down and extend his arm that wasn’t holding Reina. Ren launched himself into Shoto’s chest, and Reina began hugging her twin brother as much as she could in their fathers embrace. “ Don’t worry my little snowflake, daddy’s got you” He whispered softly, calming Ren immediately. The rest of the class stood gobsmacked, daddy?

“Now my little snowflakes, let's go find Mr. Aizawa, so you can go home” Shoto’s arms were full, his little boy on one arm and his little girl on his other arm. How is he supposed to open the door? “ Midoriya, would you come with me to open the door?” Shoto’s tone was monotone as always, but slightly softer in the presence of his children. Midoriya simply nodded dumbfounded, nobody said a word. What were they supposed to say, with all the daddy claims, and seeing the children in the arms of their classmate confirmed it. They looked like the spitting image of the dreamy heterochromia boy, but with some tweaks. There were the y/h/c and the girls one e/c eye, that obviously must’ve come from their mothers side.

On the way to the teacher dormitories, the twins talked excitedly with each other, while Shoto explained the situation to Midoriya. Midoriya felt like he had seen the features on the twins that certainly didn’t come from Todoroki’s side, but with how much they looked like their father it was nearly mission impossible.

Coincidentally on her way to Mr. Aizawa as well, you spotted the tuft of green hair and tufts of red and white hair. Hm, must be on their way to Mr.Aizawa as well you thought. Jogging up to them, you poked Midoriya’s shoulder. Even if you were in class 1-B, you had a pretty good friendship with the cute green haired cinnamon roll. Your quirks were similar in a sense, since yours was a boost of strength as well. Not nearly as strong as Midoriya’s, but still. That is why you were training partners, and through him you had met his friend circle. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see Midoriya and Todoroki together.

But when they turned to you, you were left flabbergasted by the two cuties in Todoroki’s arms. Before the boys could react, Ren began squirming chanting ‘mommy’. Shoto sat him and Reina down, because she too began squirming once they caught sight of you. The two children that were previously in Todoroki’s arms, now tackled you in a hug. “Daddy look, we found mommy” they said in unison. Two children around 6 years old launching at you, could make even the best of them fall on their butts. Which was exactly what happened, they were squeezing you as tight as their small forms would allow.

Choosing to ignore the small ‘mommy and daddy’ comment, you carefully scooped them up in your arms. The look that Shoto gave you was enough to go along with this little charade, he looked at the three of you like you were his entire world. His eyes were shining with happiness, and his lips quirked up in a small smile. Lightly bouncing the ecstatic but sleepy children in your arms, you turned your attention to the two males before you. “ You wouldn’t happen to need Mr.Aizawa as well, would you?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. The two boys nodded, and you began walking again towards the teachers dormitory. You sent Todoroki a small pointed glare, silently commanding him to explain the situation.

The walk to the teachers lounge felt shorter than usual, since your attention was occupied. Todoroki explained his theory that a quirk sent the twins to the past, and that the two of you were their parents. As crazy as that sounded it made so much sense, and looking at the children you would lie if you said you didn’t see the resemblance. Midoriya explained how Ren was crying before Todoroki arrived, and how confused they were when they heard the little boy yelling ‘daddy’. Ren was probably the most scared, since he didn’t recognize anyone in his panicked state. Besides, most of the students probably look a lot different in the future, so it's kind of a miracle that the twins recognized you. Shoto will always be pretty easy to recognize, with his distinct hair, eyes and the showstopping scar. It complimented the handsome teen next to you so well, no wonder he was one of UAs top heartthrobs. Stopping for a second, you just realize something. If the twins in your arms are you and Todoroki's, then that means that you ended up scoring the half-n-half quirk user. Nothing could wipe the shiteating grin that made its way on your face, eliciting concerned and curious glances from the males beside you.

Mr.Aizawa had his fair share of strange situations. He had been teaching at UA for some time, and student’s quirks weren’t always a walk in the park. Never had he ended up in a situation quite like this though, he had to rub his eyes twice to make sure it was real. In front of him were 2 out of Class-1A’s trouble makers and one of his favorite students from Class-1B, they had two small children with them. Easily recognized as twins, and they looked like the half - n- half troublemakers children.

This was going to be a long night.

[rebuildhq]

Ben Barnes || Kurt Wagner || Nightcrawler || X-Men || Identity: Not Common Knowledge || 32 || Cis Male || Bavaria, Germany || X-Men / Teacher & Recruiter at Xavier’s || Unregistered || Unlisted || PLAYED BY BO

biography:

How do you know where you belong, if you don’t even know where you began? Kurt Wagner’s done a lot of thinking on that subject. He’s had to.

The start of his story is a mystery to him; all he knows for certain is that somehow, a baby wound up abandoned in the Bavarian woods. A baby who looked like the devil himself, just, bluer. But a baby nonetheless, helpless and alone. He was found by Margali Szardos, a fortuneteller with a traveling circus, a mother of two. She couldn’t simply leave him; and better yet, Margali could see a place for him in the show. She was right. In a sense. While Margali might have meant well, Herr Getmann, the ringleader, simply had a business to run and money to make. For a time, the demon-child was an excellent investment. A natural acrobat, he soon became the star of the aerial show; his bizarre looks only helped to draw the crowds. Getmann raked in the cash, while his Nightcrawler grew up under Margali’s watch, alongside her children Jimaine and Stephan. They weren’t the kindest siblings, tweaking his elfish ears, pulling his tail, teasing. But he had nothing to measure them against, and they were a kind of family. The whole cast was, misfits all. Still, Kurt, as Margali called him, was soon longing to see beyond the tents and ticket lines. His foster mother warned him that the outside would be much, much different. There’d be no cheering. Only terror, and hate. Kurt listened, crushed. But he had to wonder. Had to hope. People couldn’t be so terrible. He’d get out there, some day. He needed to. There was so much more to know.

Unfortunately, by the time Kurt was eleven, the awe of Getmann’s demon boy on the high wires had become old news. Just some kid in a costume. More tacky carnival nonsense. From Madrid to Moscow, the seats stood emptier and emptier. One night, after an especially disappointing turnout, Getmann summoned Kurt to his tent. A decision had been made. He’d been sold; Arnos Jardine would be adding the Nightcrawler to his act. Not as an acrobatic star, but a prize monster in the freakshow.

Kurt had no choice in the matter. Wrangled and drugged, he woke up chained, in a cage. Like one of those old toothless tigers, the miserable elephants. Like a thing, not a person. Soon, he was shown just how brutal humanity could be: the curtain would go up, day after day, to a burst of gasps and shrieks. Cameras flashed. Jardine would boom away about the creature behind the bars, a demon, a cannibal, a work of dark sorcery. Whatever the story was, that day. Then he’d gather up the euros and leave Kurt in the dark again. As for his “family,” well. There’d been no goodbyes. Maybe they’d known, maybe they hadn’t. He never saw them, there in the freakshow. And Kurt was glad of that.

It all came to an end when his secondary mutation manifested. Drunk and raging over his menagerie’s floundering success, Jardine had decided to take it on his star attraction. Then, as the bullwhip came down, the Nightcrawler was simply… gone. A ripple of smoke, and nothing more. Kurt stumbled into the rocky hills outside camp, not sure how he’d got there, dark smoke curling on the breeze. Suddenly, he was down at the riverbank ahead, up in the treeline, further still. He just wanted to get away, far away. Where didn’t matter, how it was happening didn’t matter. His staggered journey ended in a cool, quiet courtyard. Bloodied and bruised, absolutely exhausted, Kurt curled up in a dusty storeroom corner. Out of the circus, at last. And terrified of what would come next.

That’s how Father Wagner found him the next morning, as he readied for Mass. Shocking as his guest was, the Father was a kind soul. His gentleness earned Kurt’s trust, slowly but surely, over the months that followed. The old man tended his injuries, made him at home. All without prying; the Father asked few questions, demanded no answers. Simply accepted. And Kurt was wholly grateful. It was a peaceful time, the first like it in all his life; hiding in the rafters, he’d listen to the psalms, breathe in the smell of candles. Even if he struggled with the sermons, unable to see a place for himself in the huddled, faithful pews below, the ritual of it all was comforting. But it couldn’t cure his restlessness, and wouldn’t protect him for long.

Kurt tried to stay hidden. He truly did. It was a tiny church, though, in a small village. He wasn’t chained down anymore, and couldn’t help a little exploring. Always by dark, into the woods, the mountains. Where nobody should see. A few stories of a yellow-eyed shadow bounding across the rooftops, those could be brushed off. Children, seeing goblins. Oma squinting at stray cats. That was all. Until he stayed out a little too late, one night, roaming the forest until the dawn - and a couple early morning hunters - caught him. Kurt didn’t even know he’d been seen until a shot struck his side. Terrified and badly hurt, he teleported toward home. Unfortunately, shocked by the pain, Kurt wound up in the village streets instead. Over, and over again, panicking, he tried to find his way. Those hunters weren’t the only ones awake, though. Kurt was seen, screamed at. By the time he collapsed in the nave he was a desperate, shaking mess. And there was a trail. Blood, sightings, shouts. Soon, the townspeople were hammering at the door, calling for the old Father to come out, demanding he explain why some kind of creature was denning in their church.

Father Wagner was about to do just that - trusting in the grace of God and the goodness of humankind, against Kurt’s pleas to stay inside, not get hurt for his sake - when it all stopped. There was one knock more. A single voice. English, American. Slowly, Kurt opened the door. On the other side were people, strange people, and behind them, a growing mob that had simply frozen in place. One of the strangers introduced himself as Professor Charles Xavier. He had an offer: come with him, to the United States. To a safe place. Everyone here would forget what had happened, go home peacefully. The Father would be safe. And Kurt would have a future, at a school for people like him, with the X-men. If he wanted to. Fearing for Father Wagner, knowing the danger if he stayed, Kurt could only say yes.

Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters has been Kurt’s home ever since. For much of that, the campus truly was his everything; the grounds, the manor, that was his whole world. It wasn’t like he could join his fellow students on their field trips, their joyrides into New York City. They could be out there. Pretend to be normal, for a while. Not him. If he was seen, then - it would go like it always went. This family he’d found would be in danger, because of him. That was a risk he couldn’t accept. So he stayed hidden. Studied, read. Tried not to scare the new students. The first time he crossed the fence was as a proper X-man, suited up and on mission. But Kurt didn’t complain. How could he? His dreams always seemed so small, compared to the cost of chasing them. It would be selfish. Ungrateful.

And he was grateful. Only more and more as time went on, and, slowly but surely, that crippling shyness began to fall away. Never completely; but like when he was first making his way in the high wires, Kurt learned to fake all the confidence he needed. Soon, he was making his first true friends. By the time he graduated, he was known as much for his odd looks as his compassion, dedicated optimism, and mischievous sense of humor. That warm intelligence made him a wonderful tutor, then, after several years of coaxing, a great teacher. Kurt was happy, genuinely. Still thought about everything else out there, beyond the manor. But he had such faith in what he served: the school, the X-men. They were doing good work. Important work. All those children who came through their doors, he could see such beautiful futures for them. If that’s what his life came down to - helping others better theirs - he could be satisfied. Despite all he’d miss, for himself.

Then, a couple years ago, along it came: the gift that changed everything.* It wasn’t much to look at, perhaps, but. This little trinket was his greatest wish come true. With its help, he could just… stop being Nightcrawler for a while. Simply be Kurt Wagner. No blue fur, no tail, no fangs. Ten fingers, ten toes. Human, all of him. Until you got near enough to touch, but - for a few hours, so long as nobody came too close, he could look like everyone else. Live like everyone else. Be part of the world, like he’d always wanted. The freedom of it was incredible. Every second is precious, every moment a first of some kind, an experience he’s never known before. Yet, as attached as he’s become to his other face, he won’t wear it on campus. What would that say to the students? He can bear a few stares around the mansion, the jokes and nicknames. Even the odd scream, out of a fresh recruit. Not that it doesn’t hurt, more than he lets on. But if even the Nightcrawler can find a place in things, and walk tall, those kids can too. They just need to believe in that. Like he believes in them.

So, how do you know where you belong, according to Kurt Wagner? You choose. And you stand by it. He’s done just that, through the Accords, a Skrull Invasion, now, some kind of mysterious relocation to a twisted hellscape. Just another adventure. They’ll make it through, the X-men. Together. Like they always do.