cute baby images

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Okay, so, this may look really weird but hear me out. It clearly states in the back of my jthm director’s cut comic in his Bio that Nny likes “little chubby babies”. …what that entails is totally never addressed but let me have this.

And lord help/bless any mom who lets this man hold they’re baby.

anonymous asked:

Can we see a ref of baby blofis? I really wanna draw her!!!

So I didn’t know if you meant in general or for my Apocalypse AU, so I drew both just in case. But if you meant the latter, here are some quick tips I like to use. (I used my little sister as a reference for this, so that’s why I incorporate a lot of my own stuff in her design)

I usually draw her at age 5 (I think it’s such a fun age), so a lot of her features are SUPER round. Her head is basically just a big circle with large wide brown eyes. Her hair is slightly curled at the end, curling upwards and out. She has freckles on her cheeks, I usually just draw 3 for simplicities sake. I like to dress her in super girly, bright colored clothing. I like to imagine she gets more girly tomboyish when she gets early, but for now, she’s covered in glitter, lace, and puffy ruffles. I also think since she’s an active kid, covered in colorful band-aids (even though I didn’t add any to the picture) and wears a pretty star-shaped necklace Annabeth gave her. Just make her fun and round and bouncy and sweet. That’s what I go for. Hope that helps!

Imagine Erik Finding Out That You, His Young Daughter, Have Inherited His Powers

Originally posted by timestolaugh

“Slow down, Erik, what are you on about?” Charles frowned through the phone.

“Y/N has- she’s- she’s like me, Charles!” Erik sputtered. He had you in one arm, and you were squirming in an attempt to ‘do the magic’ again. You had always been very enchanted by your father when he did little magic tricks with his metallokinesis to entertain you, and you were only concerned with your joy of possessing ‘the magic’ as well.

“NO, Y/N, no, no no, we do not do that with those!” Erik said quickly, moving the silverware you had begun to float out of your sight. He pulled the phone back over to his ear to hear what Charles had to say about it. It didn’t quite matter if he had moved the dangerous utensils; you had found something else to play with.

“Just bring her to the mansion, I’ll run a few simple tests I do with the students, she’ll be fine, Erik.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll bring her up in the morning,” Erik sighed. He hung up the phone with a breath of relief, only to look down at you.

“Papa, look!” you giggled; his old, worn Magneto helmet rested loosely over your head. Memories around that helmet flooded his mind, both good and bad. He had tried to hurt in that headpiece. He had tried to kill, and he had wanted to keep that part of his past far away from you.

However, looking down at the innocence in your eyes, he felt a spark of hope. Maybe, where he had become a symbol of hate, you could be one of hope.

(For @silverwingedfox)