random inquiry....im wondering how asmos wings work
like how do they flap, do they kinda move like the average birds or more like a butterflys?? maybe a beetle? a bats???
theyre kinda small and dont seem to have the joints a birds would so
im thinking butterfly/bats....
however, though they give bat, they look more like a stylized version of a bats wings but not with the same mobility so leaning way more towards butterfly...or humming bird perhaps?? like i feel like theyre supposed to be moving faster than a butterflies consider the wing to body ratio....but the position fits more of a butterflies?? or maybe a dragonflies since he has four separate wings?? dragonflies top and bottom wings dont really flap at the same time hmmm
beels moves like a beetle (cause fly wings)
tbh the thought of hearing beels wings buzzing at such a loud volume makes me want to scream lol
lucifer would be like the birds...there would be so much wind due to them haha
mammons would move like a bats obviously but his wings are kinda positioned in a peculiar way, so i cant picture how hed look flying in my mind 🤔
im only really stuck on the specifics of how mammon would balance and stuff,,,,i feel like his wings hang down when resting but he can change the position if he wants...so they could perhaps go up to usual upper position when flying?
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Dog: attempts to climb up onto the back of the couch
Couch cushion: falls forward, leaving her staring at the hard, uncomfy part of the couch
Dog: freezes, splayed out awkwardly over the cushion
Me: laughs my ass off at her
Dog: growls and goes to curl up in the corner with her back to me
She is people and she is mad at me lmao.
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dad!sukuna based on this tiktok that gave me insane baby fever
the birds chirping outside in the dawn light makes your daughter giggle from where she stands in your bedroom doorway.
"baby," you whisper to her, beckoning her over to your side of the bed. "c'mere."
your 3-year-old wobbles around the bed, having gotten out of bed by herself. she stands before you with her hands out and grabs your arms.
"layla," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder at your husband, whose hair pokes out wildly from under the duvet. "tell daddy mommy wants a coffee."
your daughter's wide eyes round, and she tilts her head. "cowe?"
you suppress a giggle. "coffee."
"coppee?"
"yeah, good enough," you mumble, nodding. and then you lift her onto the bed. layla clambers over your body and falls face-first into the space between you and sukuna, her pink hair splayed everywhere.
you slap your mouth with your palm to stop the laughs from escaping. your husband stirs, groaning deeply under the white blankets. she looks over at you with a smile on her face, and you give her a single thumbs up.
"dada," layla says, climbing on top of him. "wake up!"
"hi, babygirl," sukuna slurs, eyes half open.
"i want coppee."
"hm? what?"
"coppee!"
"coffee...?" sukuna takes a moment to process the word and then looks at you over his shoulder, eyes puffy. "really, bro?"
you giggle, hiding your face in the blankets.
"you want coffee..." sukuna says, pointing at your daughter. "you go get it."
"no, mummy wants coppee! you get it!" she giggles, chubby finger aimed at him, too.
“noooo,” he whines, though it’s barely one. he shoves his face back into his pillow. “you.”
“daddy!” your daughter yells. “coppee!!”
sukuna scoffs a laugh and rubs his eye with his knuckle while your daughter dances around the room singing, "coppee, coppee!"
"you're lucky you're cute," sukuna grumbles, swinging his bare legs out of the bed, looking over at you as he does so. "you too."
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