#well I hope you like it

[joethehoeee]

"Why did you save me that night?" The question bore through his heart like a sharp dagger. The thoughts about that night hurt more than the phantom-pain of his broken horn. His back faced her, he was about to leave into the woods, like he always does if the guilt was to much to bear.

He tried to let his emotions deep in his heart. He wouldn't let them out. Not now. "Because you couldn’t save yourself." He answered coldly, his rough words rip through the cold air of the night. He knew that the words hurt her, even if she would try to play it off. He was a bloody asshole towards her. He knew it. He shouldn't be.

The red-headed women behind him scoffed in a playful tone, yet he could pick up on the small disapointment in her voice. "Is that all? Just because you pity my weakness?" She shoke her head with a hurt chuckle, was she nothing to him? The leaves on the trees nearby rustle from the wind as she spoke. He could hear her tho, his ears would always hear her voice even through the roars of the dark lord right next to his ear.

No...That's not all..., the voice in his stubborn head urged to tell her the real reason. "I...Loved-....Love you. I love you, Barbara. I loved you then. I love you now. I will always love you." He confessed, yet the voices only grew louder, ...no, that's not the only reason why you disgusting scumbag. Tell her. Tell her the truth. His voices echoed in his mind.

"What...?" Finally, he turned towards her, his eyes wide as if he hadn’t planned to say it out loud. The salt and pepperd hair streak fell over his face (like it always did since he let it grow out). His face consorted into a soft, yet somehow...guilty...look. He took a step towards her, one of his hands moved to her cheek to cup her face, wich was still hurt but the light in her eyes couldn’t be mistaken. His clawed thumb stroke the scar she had gotten from the night when all of it started. God he hated himself. HE was that light. But why?! Why would her eyes light up for him.

"I couldn’t let you die. I would've never forgiven myself if...not after-..." his voice grew softer and he tried, with all of his willpower, to not break down. But he couldn't stop it. Not anymore. Everything was to much for him...the lack of sleep, food, water and the guilt...it was to much. He opened his mouth again but-

Her soft and warm lips suddenly brush over his own cold ones. His tusks tickle her skin as he pulled her against him. He should stop. He knows that he should stop her right now. He does not deserve this. It dosen't matter if he showed guilt or redeemed himself by giving her a grave, bones or this damn jacket that he was hiding in his bag (for now).

He pulled away. He pulled completely away from her touch. He stepped back, leaving as much space as he could. "Walt-"

"NO. Don’t say it. You don’t. And you won’t ever will...not after..." He steps back, shaking his head furiously as she tried to walk towards him. Suddenly she stopped, just looking at him with a confused and hurt look on her face. "I don’t care what-"

"I know. But this isn’t what I-" he growled, more to himself than to her. "It's my fault." He looked down at his hands. Tears form in his eyes but he stopped them from rolling down his face. He could still feel and smell the childs blood. And hers...hers too. "Walt, I don’t understand...? What are you talking about?" She sighed. "Look I don’t care about your past...I care about you now. And I...I love you too..."

"It's my fault that Jim died."

"W-what...?"

"I...I killed Jim."

Wasn’t that fun?

Well technically he didn’t kill Jim personally but-

He was ordered to make the plan. It pretty much went like the battle of the bridge just that they won. Strickler made that plan. (At least i think so but if not then he made it in this AU.) He also didn’t do anything as Jim was killed and Barbara dies believing that he didn’t care (in that moment) but he was actually frozen in shock. He loved that boy even if he wants to deny it.

This conversation obviously goes on and would be a bit more detailed if I write an actual fanfiction but this should work out, for now.

Well second non-"canon" Version.

And with light-

Aaaand closeup:

More Context:

Barbara was attacked while she came home. In this version she wanted to dress a little up for her boys theater role. Tho, she almost never made it out of the house.

The times are a bit differently from the canon ep. Jim was killed and Gunmar got free like an hour before the school theater. Wich is why Strickler could save her.

Gunmar saw his weakness in her and Strickler couldn’t let her die just like that. He dressed properly (bc he knew he would now be Gunmars enemy wich made him disgusted of his former clothes.) and saved her. She was subconsciousin the burning building and he brought her to a save place.

At least until it wasn’t save and he fought against both Gunmar and Bular to keep her save. He lost his horn only a few days after that night.

[snarkspawn]

based ofc on this

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[josukespimphand]

Anya <333.

[amamamumumumu]

This has been a most worthwhile evening 🍽

[very-small-giant]

you have been bad friends to riz gukgak

[hinamie]

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[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[mawguai]

Wound, unwound

[chloesimaginationthings]

This will be the first scene of FNAF 2 movie…

[proselles]

you know what i think is really cool about dungeon meshi? the fact that it really handles the whole 'how our food is made' so gracefully. in this day and age, we've become so disconnected from how our food is produced and distributed that the thought of how our food is obtained brings disgust to many people (and for the big industry farms, it honestly should! but im referring to our existence as omnivores in the food chain). marcille acted ridiculous whenever the thought of killing a monster for food is brought up, but honestly, she's a great model for how many people nowadays react whenever they have to truly think about what they are consuming/are brought to a meat farm.

senshi shows the characters (and us, the audience) about the process of making food in a respectful, genuine way to the creatures he has used to produce nourishing meals. by explaining the nutrition and benefits of each creature, he creates and healthy relationship between the consumers and the meal they have. the show really brings a new dimension of respect for each of our meals. truly the bob ross/marie kondo of cooking.

[radioducky]

Casino-DressCode

Excited for the Casino Party in the upcoming chapter “Of Saints and Sinners” by @morningstarwrites 🫶

It was meant to be a sketch…

[choccy-milky]

@foundthatoldzeppelinshirt what did u do to me...what in the wattpad is this... i only planned to do a few doodles but then i kept getting more brainrotted and things got out of hand LMAOO (and ofc i HAD to draw hockey player seb at SOME POINT bc its my duty as a canadian citizen🫡🍁🍁 O CANADA!!!)