DIY Bat Shoe Wings made with duct tape, scissors, white pen, and pen knife.
Make a big sheet of duct tape by laying it out and making sure the creases face different ways so its less flimsy.
Then use white pen to draw out your bat wings template. Use your shoes to mark out the holes. Then cut out the holes with a pen knife and check if they fit. Wipe off pen with a lil acetone and qtip. Lace onto your shoes and ur good to go!
beast simon preparing you for days so you can take in his knot. he clicks his tongue when you get whiny and desperate, and grabs you by your jaw because you’re not being obedient; because you insist that you can take all of him already when he can barely fit four of his fingers in you. you always end up squirming, legs shutting close as you cum, splintered moans scratching from your ragged throat. but you’re too overstimulated already, so wrung dry, and you feel like your cunt’s been stretched out enough. you say this to simon and all he does is pull your face close to his, his gaze intense, before grunting out, “next time i hear y’whine, my knot’s goin’ down y’r throat instead.” that shouldn’t have made you wetter than you are already—
when Baal was learning how to control the sun staff thing, he accidentally poked Aym's eye with it. Narinder laughed until he died again. Aym's been in a bitch mood ever since, not that i blame him.
the true tragedy of Harrow the Ninth is Augustine thinking up the pun "Giddy-gone" (Gideon), but his only audience for that pun being a lobotamized nun physically incapable of processing it and some type of wet towel woman who has been magically forbidden from responding to it
Forgive my overindulgence but do you know what this means??? Do you??? Can you even conceive of the potential????
Say Wukong didn’t kill Macaque.
What if he doesn’t know?? What if he just thinks they had their fallout under the mountain, Macaque disappeared for hundreds of years, and when he showed back up again he hated him? What if they never spoke of it, because obviously not even Wukong would forget something as awful as murder-betrayal. What if both their images of each other are twisted, Macaque thinking Wukong is a violent monster who turned on him the second he didn’t serve his purpose and Wukong thinking Macaque is a coward who had one argument and abandoned him for a hundred years, coming back only to start fights and target his student? What if everyone’s perception of Wukong is a little skewed due to some celestial influence? What if the Lady Bone Demon, did a lot more damage than anyone ever knew?
Most importantly, what would they do if they realized they were tricked? If Macaque digs up his unaltered memories and realizes he abandoned his best friend for next to nothing? If Wukong realizes someone made Macaque think he killed him? If they could even make up after centuries of fighting under false memories, or, alternatively, how quickly they reconcile even after so long?
In conclusion, Shadowpeaches is my lifeblood but I stopped doing art because the canon implications of their murder-betrayal relationship made me feel kinda weird but now, with this new headcanon, I suddenly have a lot more material :)
I feel like the prevailing fandom opinion rn is that Alecto Is Just Angry i.e. "implacable or unceasing anger" but I keep thinking about this quote and how John totally glosses over his own anger-as-besetting-sin while basically condemning Alecto's, and. hm.
idk. thinking about how Alecto's actual in text reaction (via Harrow) to her own death/remaking was more like... despair? disapointment? "I still love you"? something about how Alecto must have woken up after her death, unwillingly new and hurting with it and the only other thing left in existence was someone who was so angry that he killed billions of people and also the entire solar system just to try (and fail!) to prevent a few hundred (?) trillionares from running away. thinking about soul permeability. "She was a monster the moment you resurrected her, and you went and made her worse"
I lived on a tiny remote island for four months with a crew of nine people that was 1000 miles from other civilization and could only be reached by either a week-long sail or a three hour chartered flight that lands on a rubble runway that's leftover from WWII. 6° N of the equator. what you need to know about this is that there is only one flightpath that passes over this island, and it's a weekly flight from Samoa to Hawai'i, and that the plane is visible to the southwest of base station at roughly 11 PM on saturday nights. I need you to know that at this time every week there are people on this island that stay awake to see this alien bird and ask each other if anyone on that plane knows that they're there. that they wonder if anyone can see the lantern at the end of the crumbling boat dock that they turn on after dark to watch the manta rays make circles under the light.