#( this is ramble-y and oops

[puppy-phoenix]

Sorry I showed you my tummy and got hard from all the belly rubs it will happen again

[biblically-accurate-dca]

super disorganized sketch page because i do what i want

[starrysharks]

the urge to make public character playlists for my little guys...

[cathalbravecog]

QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK

[cremeriie]

okay so i have been thinking sooo much lately about Osvald and the father-daughter dynamics he might have with specifically Ochette and Agnea. HOWEVER tonight i was thinking about how he and Throne would interact, and how different their dynamic would be from the other two girls.

like, okay, so i feel like that, for Osvald, it's only natural for him to compliment the others on their magic use, especially in battle when his inhibitions are lowered. so, when Throne uses something like veil of darkness and wipes a whole group of foes, it's not strange to hear him say "nicely done" or something like that.

how do you think that makes Throne feel? her entire life, the only time her "father" ever complimented her skills was when he was making her do terrible things for terrible reasons. do you think she flinches at the words, pit forming in her stomache? she probably feels guilty, reacting that way, because 'what a stupid thing to be upset about, he isn't even your father, and you certainly aren't his daughter.' but then she sees the way he softens around the other girls and deep down, she wishes that he might have been.

it makes her sick to think about how unfair life is.

and Osvald probably doesn't even notice there's a problem, 'cause honestly his people skills are not the strongest. but once he finally does catch on he is at a complete loss at what to do about it.

i think it makes their interactions difficult. neither one knows how to approach something like this, and let's be real, neither of them are the warmest out of the bunch either. osvald probably just stops complimenting her all together, which only makes Throne feel worse because when she was little, at least the compliments meant she wouldn't be expecting a lashing when she returned home. what's worse, being a snake or being a failure?

the real kicker is that i dont even know how they would fix this. they probably part ways never resolving the weird tension they both know exists, for reasons they obviously know about, but are too emotionally damaged to bring up. (Osvald is proud of her resilience. he never says so. Throne truly appreciates his praise. she never lets on.)

anyways whoops sorry i dont have a happy end for this one um goodnight everybody sorry about that!

[starrspice]

Not sure if this will mean anything to you but my sister has always had trouble viewing y/n s in the dca fandom as anything other than masculine due to how people draw them. Your y/n s are some of the few where my sister genuinely views them as nonbinary without issue.

When it comes to designing visually nb y/n s i think you probably do some of the best ones.

I hope you have a good day/night dear. Take care

Aaaa thank you QwQ

I get that a lot tbh

Like I've heard a couple people say they see a lot more femanine atyle Y/Ns while others say its a vast majority of masc y/ns

I feel like androgynous or more nonbinary designs make it a bit easier to project different gender identities (for me at least) and I don't want it to feel like it leans too much one way or the other usually so that its easier for people to enjoy it and not be kinda turned off by a more gendered design

But I appreciate the affirmation a ton!! 💕

[foxboidrew]

Thinking about loving the DCA- would it be considered a Red Ribbon of Fate?

[pascalsbby]

seeing some discourse and i just must say… write whatever the fuck you want (without hurting others).

writing about joel: how dare you! you weird perv. he's a fake man and the story you’re making up for him doesn't follow (hold on lemme use a big word) canonically & realistically what he should be like in real life (if he was a person and not a video game person) and it’s that he's a 56 year old white republican man from texas! (have y'all been to texas?) it’s like you’re screaming, ‘make him racist! it’s canon!’

“just write about pedro omg.”

writing about pedro: how dare you! you weird perv. he's a real man! (which i get. I personally don’t write abt pedro. but pick! damn).

I’ll have my joel with a side of whatever smut and face i want, thanks 🤍

happy writing.

more of the devil & his brother, soon.

[phanboyo]

The thing about being a fanfiction writer is that sometimes you find yourself researching proto-germanic civilizations and the characteristics of sarcophagi in the new dynasty of Ancient Egypt instead of paying attention in Chemisty cause you want to figure out how the lore would fit together for a crossover you may or may not write this century.

[todayisafridaynight]

extra thoughts but sawashiro hurts my heart so like. yeah we know his character is like sad and tragic but like. REALLY think about it and like let it set in i swear he makes me want to rip my hair out he was just a boy... wish him happiness w like. a Labrador or smthn i dont know dog breeds

i can't really. call sawashiro 100% innocent; the abuse he went through during his adolescence is definitely sad and undoubtedly contributes to his behavior now, but uhhh he still put a newborn baby in a locker LMAO?

sawashiro's agony is purely a product of his own actions. at the very least he's trying to rectify the damage he did, and that's definitely better than him not having any remorse at all

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

For the OCs headcanon, I feel like Tzipporah (my Lavellan) would absolutely hang out with Ari. My girl got so many anger issues, Ari's calm and diplomatic behaviour helps her stay grounded and keep her feelings in check. This anger is mostly fueled by a burning sense of justice (due to mistreatment by humans in her early life) so Ari's strong morals are like. More than brownie points lmao. But his presence would definitely help after her breakdowns. She's an elf, he's a Vashoth, they both had hardships to go through

Since Tzipporah is unable to have children, she has adopted and raised many of the clan, including a Vashoth (Ari kinda reminds her of them). I guess she shares with him the urge to protect Cole and Sera, they must be Cherished (and join Sera in prank wars lmao).

Maybe when they trust each other enough, she'll go fetch a chair so she can reach Ari's head and give him a pat. Even though he found a purpose in the Inquisition, it is still a heavy weight to bear in her eyes, especially if you are alone. "Sure, you save the world. But who saves you?"

Hell yeah Dalish/Vashoth solidarity 💪💪

Also i love that?? Ari would def be bamboozled that he is the one being parented for once hflsdjld but it would do him good, heaven knows he needs it (even if he doesn't realise it). He's not nearly as good at handling emotional stuff as he is at diplomatic matters, but if him Being There can help? He sure will Try His Best. The respect for the sense of justice is strongly reciprocated, in any case

Also he kind of panics at first when he finds out that he is smh considered a Dad Guy (that 100% did not happen intentionally or consciously lmao) so he'd absolutely go to Tzipporah for parenting 101 advice haha

[stolememory]

4. Does your muse deserve a second chance?

❛[ HEADCANONS FOR THE PROBLEM AND THE VILLAIN ≻ accepting

4. Does your muse deserve a second chance?

I'm going to be playing with hypotheticals for this one, IF Mora got punished. The issue is, most of what he does isn't outside the realm of the norms for the Princes. The only things I would consider pushing it is using another Prince(s) to test the waters for personal gain and information regarding limits (if the theory of Mora having a hand in Dagons Oblivion Crisis, if indirectly), Mora erasing another Prince from existence (which to be fair, sounds like most Princes agreed with Mora doing it- but at the same time I believe Mora omitted the truth or even straight up lied and if that was found it could result in consequence), or the hc idea he's getting bored with the current universe and wants to possibly rewrite it to foster new info and fates to observe.

Rambling aside, if punished could Mora be given a second chance? Yes. They are cunning and they learn, and would know what not to do and potentially stay quiet and good for a long while. Would they regret decision? Very likely not. What they would regret is getting to a point of punishment- I don't think Moras tolerance for personal pain and torment that he can ACTUALLY feel is very high.... I mean he never really receives it, and he gave in fairly easily when both Vaermina and Peryite were attacking him and Apocrypha. (a lil Scruut quote to add to this).

So it's less a 'he deserves it' and more he is a rather important figure in the grand scheme of things and would learn to keep head down at least until he figures out something new.

[total-fandom-tr45h]

I so badly wanna know how other people's Suns & Moons (au or not) would react to literally any of mine but like

My aus are so little and dumb nobody really knows much about them so it'd be dumb to ask

And all the Y/ns too dude I just....

Yeah...

[neon-in-the-night-time]

if you ever have to make up fictional people for a school project i highly recommend using the names of the front runners of your favorite bands to keep things fun and fresh

i am very entertained by myself

[rexcaliburechoes]

we love colour coded assignments

[miniimight]

I need more dad Sukuna and mom reader fics / headcsnons, I love the way you wrote for them!!

hey anon thank you! i'm thinking about making this a series, if you guys have any ideas/requests/prompts lmk <3

PICKING UP BABY FROM SCHOOL oops, toddlers can't ride motorcyles! (dad!sukuna x mom!reader)

sukuna rolled up about twenty minutes before his daughter's school got out, deploying the kickstand of his pitch black motorcycle against the rainbow colored fencing. he pulled off his helmet, sighing deeply when he met fresh air again.

his phone buzzed against his thigh. he pulled it out of his tight cargo pocket, answering immediately when he saw your caller ID. "hey, doll."

"you got there okay?" you asked.

"mhm."

"and you're on the right side of the building? that's where her class comes out."

"mhm."

"great." you exhaled. "m'sorry i couldn't make it this time—"

"stop." he says gruffly, his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulls off his gloves. "what are you sorry for, silly girl? you're sick and should rest."

he doesn't mind anything when it comes to his two girls, not the fifteen minute commute to her school or the half hour of waiting just to get a parking spot nice and close to the doors.

your laugh was warbled over the phone. "at least the car is air conditioned. it's been getting warmer lately."

"..." he looked down at his bike.

"ryo, baby?" you hummed.

"hm?"

"you did take the car, right?"

"..."

his silence was all you needed to hear. he tuned out your worried rambling about how the hell is your daughter going to get home on that thing in order to process. toddlers don't usually use motorcycles as a mode of transportation... and he should've thought of this before!

"it'd be fine if i had an extra seat." he mused, debating on how he could manage this situation without having to call you to get them.

"an extra seat?! not even an extra helmet?" you shrieked. "baby, i swear, if you're actually thinking about driving with my baby girl on that thing—"

"relax, doll," he grumbled, pushing down the traces of embarrassment burning at his ears. "the brat will be fine, s'just a couple blocks away. she can handle the wind."

"..."

the bell rang and the doors swung open, children pouring out of the hallway and buzzing around in search of their parents.

"she's out, we'll see you soon." he was about to hang up when he heard,

"i'm literally about to come get you, do NOT go anywhere."

he frowns, his eyes scouring the crowd of midgets for his kid. he didn't mean to make you so upset and worried. he just... overlooked important details sometimes. not his fault, he's trying his best :(

"y/n, you will sit your ass down in bed. when i come home, you better be laying down exactly how i left you." he warned. he heard your breath hitch. "you trust me, don't you, baby?"

"yes... unfortunately."

he nodded. "we'll be home soon."

"in one piece?"

he rolled his eyes, grumbling. "yes, woman."

"hm." you huffed and hung up.

he strolled into the compound. as soon as he saw those pretty eyes that creased happily when they landed on him, he smiled and crouched down.

she ran over to him, her backpack jostling behind her. she held up a painting she made. "daddy, look!"

"i see." he pulled her closer, holding the backpack off her back and letting her walk off it. he slung the bedazzled bratz backpack over his shoulder, lifting her up in his arms. "what is it?"

"for mama."

"oh. all your crafts seem to be for mama. still nothing for me." he complained with a drawn out sigh.

she rolled her eyes, and he swore he was looking at you for a second.

"don't roll your eyes at me, brat." he scoffed. "who the hell even taught you that?" he muttered under his breath.

sukuna finally stopped in front of his bike. her eyes lit up as her legs started to kick in excitement. she's only ever seen daddy ride off on this thing, now she gets to ride with him?

he swung his leg over the bike, ignoring the mix of distasteful and flirtatious looks thrown at him. "okay, kid." he exhaled, shrugging off his jacket and holding it up to her. "gotta put this on."

she turned up her nose. "stinky."

his jaw dropped open. "i showered before i came to wait half an hour for you, chubby brat. the hell do you think you're talking to?"

she looked at him as if it were obvious.

"you'll put this on now. give me mama's painting, i'll put it in your bag." he said gruffly yet gently slid the painting into her backpack with the utmost care.

the jacket drowned her, the sleeves near triple the length of her arms. sukuna zipped her up and put the helmet on her head.

she started to whine. "stinky." she wailed.

"hush." he hissed, slapping some shades on and holding her towards her chest firmly. with her protected as best as he could with what he had, and with the jeweled backpack strapped to his back, he began to roll out into the road.

that drive home was the longest thirty minutes of his life. he had never drove so slow before.

you were waiting by the front door, running down to meet them as your husband pulled into the driveway.

"oh my god oh my god," you ripped your baby from his arms, tossing the helmet off her head. "are you okay, baby?" you smoothed away the sweaty hair from her face, your lips pursing when you hear her sniffles.

"my poor baby. daddy's never gonna pick you up again, don't you worry." you peppered her face with kisses.

sukuna caught the helmet before it crashed to the ground, walking behind you with his hands in his pockets. he kissed your temple as he leaned over your shoulder to peer down at his daughter. "daddy didn't do so bad."

you glare at him, cradling your daughter's head against your chest. you whirl away and storm into the house.

he sighed.

after many apologetic kisses and a good amount of groveling, you let him do pick-ups and drop-offs again. though you made sure to watch him get into the car before he drove off.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3