you’re a memokeeper, a pretty strong one at that. you’ve had your eye on this pretty but cunning gambler for a while; fate always seemed to bring you two to the same place. you see him drinking away at a bar one day, you’ve been visiting Penacony for some time and know that the bar plays tango every week on this day so— why not use it as an opportunity to get into that pretty brain of his?

You put on your sultry voice, your body language relaxed and elegant as aventurine eyes you up after your invite for a dance. he accepted, took your hand and let you whisk him away to the dance floor. whether because he thinks of this as networking or simple pleasure of having one’s body close to another is of no matter to you. you give him a small smile as you slide your hands up and down his arms slowly, sensually. there’s no denying that, you aren’t trying to, how can anyone resist those eyes anyways? you make sure that every touch, every brush of your bodies is deliberate and with a purpose. push into his mind, you think as you dip him and he looks into your eyes. tipsy but not drunk and clearly enjoying this if him bouncing back to you every time you twirl him away is any sign.

his eyes are truly beautiful, yet terrifying. just from one look at his eyes there has been a tug at your heart, its painful, its of love and its of struggle and its strong yet oh so weak. You twirl him and dip him, your fingers curling around his waist, faces too close for this to be anything but flirting and chasing.

and you finally do it, you truly look into his eyes as you two are twirling each other in a warm yet unfamiliar way.

at first your heart is warm, your— no his mother’s voice filling your ears. her scent is so comforting, so familiar, so strange and so distant that you don’t even know if you can call her your mother. your heart screams with grief, tears itself apart with guilt and your soul bears its fangs with vengeance as you’re in a deserted place… your sister is crying and you don’t know what’s going on but it hurts so much to see tears on her face..

aventurine has taken the lead by now, your slightly limp movements and glazed eyes telling him all he needs to know and yet, he doesn’t hide his wounds and cuts. he lets you see him bare, he lets you look at his disgusting self— a gambler damned to always win, a kid with no one to embrace in the thick and suffocating darkness. he lets you see it, he lets you look and he doesn’t know why. maybe the alcohol. maybe.

your heart hurts so much, your soul wails and your teeth tear and bite as you kill others just like you… they had dreams they had families and now they had no one— just like you. and yet you had to kill them, if you want to make it out of here alive and burn everyone who has led you to this moment— you had to live and step on people just like you. the emotions are too much to bear, it should be a memokeeper’s dinner but it’s filled with such despair that your brain refuses to take it and you’re breathlessly pushed back to reality, the song on its final note, aventurine’s eyes looking deep into yours. your tears filled with pain that you have not experienced, filled with vengeance and anger that burns and yet it is not yours. and yet it hurts like it is.

he sees your tear stained face, pulls you up from the dip and you feel the brush of his finger and the coolness of his rings on your burning skin, and when he speaks his voice is filled with such mundane sadness that it tears you apart, “so what do you think, memokeeper?”

if it stops i'm having an unshakable nightmare

Some Wally/AU art that i forgot to post here !!

its the way chayanne only died bc he was trying to help phil and tallulah, he was still up and could've swam away once he revived phil, but that just isn't how chayanne is, is it? he had to die protecting someone. even if it meant nothing in the end and they all died.

its the way tallulah was in the middle of writing a sign, her most prominent form of communication. it's how she was frantically scribbling something down to phil and was downed during it. it's how she died right next to the other two, even when chayanne was trying to get to them. it's how she's only been on this planet for a week, less, and already has died and come back to life

its how phil was trying to stay calm and yet was frantically telling chayanne to res him so he could get to tallulah, it's how he realised there was no hope, he just started apologising to chayanne, over and over, told him that the island didn't want them to live, was so upset that he called upon the island itself to fix its mistake or incur his fucking wrath

And I'm officially insane,

SUNMI STRANGER / Concept Photo 1

Oh my God the magic trick only works because Aziraphale and Crowley trust each other 100%

Aziraphale gets shown the trick in the little handbook and told that he needs 'nerves of steel' and a 'hand that's as steady as the rocks of gibraltar'. And finally a '100% reliable marksman. Someone you can really trust' (Aziraphale's eyes flick to his left, where Crowley stands). 'Otherwise it's lethal.'

And he says what he thinks right then and there. He's 'got the perfect man for the job.' (Crowley is like ??? and then does a double take at Aziraphale when he realises that he means him, which in turn makes Aziraphale unsure) 'at least, I think I have.'

Then, at the theatre, Crowley is being so honest when Aziraphale asks who has any experience with firearms and Doesn't raise his hand, but Aziraphale thinks Crowley is just being difficult, calls him on stage, and when they realise their miracles aren't working, Crowley takes a 5 second look at the manual (of course he has the manual. He's being so indulgent of Aziraphale. He basically bought the thing For Aziraphale).

He doesn't have the steadiest of aims, not to mention that he has never fired any type of gun ever before. But the trick still works. Aziraphale and Crowley have the tendency to influence reality merely by believing in something. And I'm completely convinced that the magic trick only succeeded because their trust in each other influenced reality in such a way that their magic trick wasn't lethal.

Crowley's trust is only addressed later. 'I knew you'd come through for me. You always do' to which Crowley responds 'Well, you said trust me' and he Did.

SHUSHUSHUSHUSHU

IT MADE ME THINK OF THEM !!

*se hace la bonita

Rowena + yellow roses ❀ yellow roses symbolize excitement and homecoming

thinking of recovery era leigh and an au where Lawrence gets a crush on Adam who is the young host of a show Diana loves to watch in the mornings,,, Diana winning some sort of chance to be an audience member and Lawrence offers to take her just to try meet Adam and get over his crush but it just makes it worse 🫣🫣

HE'S SO DIVINE >_<♡

It took me 28 hours to draw this lol.. anyway im so happy for the result :3

Uhhh yeah i forgot to post this

WAWOWAOWOWAEO. felt silly today 😍