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joethehoeee · 29 days

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It's Jim's first birthday after becoming human again! It seems that everyone remembered why Jim was in charge of the kitchen.

JA! It only took me 6 months to finish this JAJJAJAJAJ, it was the bonus day of the jimtober challenge, better late than never.

And there were also too many quality drawings for you, it was time for something silly 😂

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joethehoeee · 1 month

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Here, have a sad avocado man, since I have not drawn Strickler in a while.

#Traditional art #Walter Strickler #Tales of arcadia #trollhunters #omg this is so good!!#I missed your art #you always draw so damn good #I am a mess with traditional art #But yeah 100% an improvment #The colors are much more darker and his general form looks better #and ofc he is depressed #I would be too if I was used in the most traumatic fanfictions anyone ever read #looking at noone *cough* pinkytoothless #*cough* toodrasticallydumb *cough*#and literally me #but i don’t publish my writing or the fanfics in my head very often sooo #but i really love ur art 😭❤️

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joethehoeee · 2 months

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Okay that just made my whole day. It makes me so damn happy for no reason. I love it😭

#toa trollhunters #trollhunters #toa #walter strickler #trollhunters strickler #toa strickler #stricklander #barbara lake #stricklake #why are they so cuuuuuute #really that's all i needed

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joethehoeee · 2 months

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WHAT IS THAT?! TWO POSTS?!

Don't think that this is normal.

Just an apologie. And because I can't wait to show it. You won't expect this. Like real talk you just won't. I hope you think this is funny. Well at least I do...

I mean you know Waltolomew Stricklander..

But do you know..

Bald-tolomew Stricklander?!

Well, now you know him.

If you want to ask what's wrong with my brain then...idk. It just needed to be done and I was the one to do it.

Yeah and I had to think of that meme:

Anyways, have a nice day.

Just think about this picture for a while. :)

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joethehoeee · 2 months

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Hello...uh...I was gone for a while...buuuuut I finally got some new art, not much but at least something.

It's actually a comparison between the first time I drew Walter and the most recent.

Uhm I think you can see the difference...Just a bit ofc-

Nah but seriously, due to my looooong break and a really bad breakdown I was convinced that I was completely shitty with no improvment.

And it was complete BS. I actually improved.

Btw I also have old drafts wich will be posted soon, so don’t be confused if it's still my "old style".

Here is also the closeup:

Love my boy.

I also watched the show again (and giggled like i was 12 with a crush when I saw Walter on screen) and holy- WALTER IS DAMN UGLY. Like what did they do to his troll form in some scenes-

Like I love him but the show sometimes did him dirty.

Annnnd

AHEM:

Dear @pinkytoothlesso11 and dear @toodrasticallydumb ...

ARE YOU INSANE?! LIKE HOW?!

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO READ ALL OF THOSE DAMN CHAPTERS!!

Anyways, thank you. I really appreciate everything and everyone. I couldn’t stop doing all of that bc I would miss u all too much.

And thanks for the flowers in my inbox 🥹

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joethehoeee · 4 months

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Info Post...I guess?

Okay sooo, I do not know how to start this?

My apology, to everyone who waits for my Halloween art...or generally any art of mine. (If there even is anyone)

I am very bad at this but I want to try to explain, why i've been gone because I actually like to be on tumblr and I feel like I own you that.

Okay, I think I had some sort of Burnout wich I caused fully by myself. I always have the need to finish my piece of art in one day because I just want it to be finished. However, sometimes It just takes longer but I want to run the extra mile and sometimes work through the night only to finish everything. Even worse when I have more art wich is tied into a Story.

I always look at other artists and how beautiful their art is and then I try and try and always want to be better and better. Like not better then them but I feel like my art is never enough.

I don't know...I guess I told you about everything that I wanted to tell you. I tried to cut it short.

For the future:

You will get the halloween, christmas and New year art, however, you will have to wait.

I am really sorry.

Also I tend to procrastinate some things because I know I try to be perfectionistic and so on-

It can be that you get one or two post from my drafts until I finished the actual art I am planning to finish.

I don't know how long I will keep this post up, so yeah...

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joethehoeee · 6 months

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Totally agree. Strickler never really had to fear Gunmar since Gunmar couldn’t hurt him physically. He had respect and was nervous when he talked to him (wich wasn’t the case for bular), like in the "young altlas" ep. In the ep Strickler even called Bular indirectly stupid for the plan, however, as soon as Gunmar told him it was his, Strickler suddenly got more anxious (both seen in voice and body language.).

The pixi ep was kinda stupid because Strickler actually never showed any signs of fear towards Bular before...like not even respect, he even insulted him. I think he should've "dreamed" about Angor instead of Bular.

Hi there, I'm new in this fandom and wanted to ask a small question

Do you think Strickler is scared more of Bular than Gunmar?

I mean with the pixie episode his fear was from Bular and the second chance episode where we saw his reaction to both Gunmar and Bular there he was from my opinion way scared of the son rather than the father

(Plus, to me, he was calmer with Gunmar with the whole staff thing than all his interactions with Bular in season 1)

Hey! Welcome to the fandom!

You bring up a really interesting question, actually! I do believe that Strickler is/was more scared of Bular than Gunmar. And it makes sense, Gunmar was a background threat, he was inevitable to Strickler but not the one he had to fear. Bular was there physically, abusing him, and other changelings, both mentally and physically and if they did something wrong there would be no second chances.

Living that way for centuries is going to instill a very valid and stong fear. By the time Gunmar WAS out, Strickler's priorities had changed, and he wasn't so scared anymore.

#Trollhunters #Tales of arcadia #Bular #Walter Strickler

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joethehoeee · 6 months

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Through the Veil: Trollhunters Halloween special

With Toby left behind dead, along with Mary and Eli, and the teens safe, as well as Jim adjusting to his new arm, Strickler is questioned. And they receive some surprising answers.

A plan is put into action to save Barbara, but the kids have a issue with the method.

Barbara and Walter have their long awaited talk.

#Through the Veil #The last chapter should be done either on the 31st of October or first few days of November #Final chapter is sort of a epilogue?#uhm...did I reblog that a little late? maybe-#I HAVE AN EXCUSE

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joethehoeee · 6 months

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#trollhunters #toa #toa trollhunters #walter strickler #stricklake #stricklander #barbara lake #toa strickler #toa barbara #OMG #THEM?!#I wann marry that coloring #holy-#its so perfect #i loved that scene as much as i hate it.

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joethehoeee · 6 months

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Halloween art 2023 🎃

Part one 1

(Even if it's a little late-)

Sooo, I was a little inspired by @megan0013, who made a small post about Strickler being a priest....

I LOVED THE IDEA. And I love the forbidden lover trope-

Soo:

My beloved Barbara as the most beautiful witch in this world. (Ngl I am really proud of that picture.) I would let her test magic on me.

And my sweet avocado (who sadly isn’t an avocado in this AU...at least not now) as a priest. I would commit my life to him.

Context:

Walter is a very commited priest, he believes in what the church told him to believe in...until he meets a very sassy witch. At first He obviously wants to tell everyone but something.... something holds him back. He decides to learn more about witchcraft and general witches since he never actually saw one. He forms some sort of friendship...maybe even love, wich he hides from her in form of snarky and hateful comments. It's all "just for more knowledge" as he tells her. After a few months, he starts opening up and actually giving in to his feelings. But the church gets behind his little secret and they do not approve. And we all know what they want to do to witches...

"You know...I think you startet to like me, priest Waltolomew~" A cheeky smile formed on the witches lips, her tone teasing. The man next to her rolled his eyes and lets out an annoyed huf, yet the tip of his ears reddened in what seemed to be embarrassment. "You need to call me that, need't you?" He mumbled sarcasticly, he hated when she used his full name.

But why? She is just some witch. A disgusting sinful creature. Why would I get embarrassed by something impure like her? Sure she is still a women...a beautiful one in particular- NO. She is a demonic monster... "boop!" He was pulled out of his thoughts as the soft texture of her gloves brushed against his skin, her forefinger booped his nose and he couldn't help but stare at her in disbelieve. "What-?!"

Suddenly the witch barked out a laugh. "You should see your face! It's hilarious!" Her face grimaced, trying to kopie his surprised look until she couldn’t hold her laughter back. Totally caught of guard he looked at the witch in utter irritation...wich soon changed in anger. How could that disgusting little demon do something like that?! No respect at all and...and-

Then she started giggeling, her beautiful form was Illuminated by the moon. His eyes softend, his form relaxed slowly and he let's out a small sigh. He couldn't hate her...as much as he tried to with his insults and his negativ view. He reached into his robe and pulled a small golden glowing thing out. With one swift move, he almost shoved it into her face, holding it there. "Take it." He whispered, looking away from her.

"But that's your cross necklace...isn’t that super important to you...?" Her face turned serious, a soft breeze making the cross jiggle lightly. "Take.it." Was is only answer. "But-" He forcefully pushed it into her hand. "I said TAKE IT!" His voice almost sounded like a growle. "The church is searching for you. Leave now or they will get you. I wanted to hand you over but...I can't..." He didn’t dare to look at her face. "Take it. May god be with you...may this protect you. May I protect and be with you."

Soft lips meet his cold cheek and a big red blush spread over his cheeks. As he turned, he sees this beautiful creature holding herself to not fall from her broom. "Thank you." The cross in her hand glowed as she put it around her neck. "We will see each other again, my sweet Waltolomew. I knew I could trust you...even if it's hard for you to trust me." She smiled sadly, and flew away...letting him stand there...alone.

They would see each other again...

Not in the way they wished.

Well... I hope it's okay...It should explain their dynamic but I am still a little sick. Got a BIG cold and I am seriously done with thinking.

However closeup:

#trollhunters #walter strickler #barbara lake #stricklake #toa strickler #toa trollhunters #stricklander #strickler #waltolomew stricklander #tales of arcadia #halloween 2023 #I AM IN LOVE WITH BARBARA IN THIS AU #I am so damn proud of that outfit.#and I think that I did good with the shading #however...walter'#I-#I can’t draw his human form...#and I know his outfit is fine but it's so simple...it looks bad compared to barb #tho he is a Priest #I love priest outfts #he was a little inspired by frollo...but in a consentual...not creepe old man way #tho frollos outfit was cool..and his song was fire🔥#get it?...because his song was hellFIRE?!#*coughs* ahem #anyways #part 2 is trauma 🫶#oh and funfact why the cross is important (beside religion): it's from his dead mom. she died from the plauge #when he was 10....#His father was abusive and left him alone. He stole and 'sinned' a lot until a nice priest took him in.#he also passed away but walt is determined to get as good as him until Barbara flies into his life.

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joethehoeee · 6 months

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Through the Veil: Trollhunters Halloween special

Walter Stricklander will do anything to get Barbara back from the Darklands. Only once reaching his alter to his Mistress Morgana, he realises she is not the only one he needs to find and rescue.

Before something worse than him can get to them...

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joethehoeee · 7 months

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Through the Veil: Trollhunters Halloween special

Barbara Lake finishes her shift at the Hospital to find boyfriend Walter Strickler waiting for her. For a while, things are perfect. Then they're not.

The kids, reeling from Eli’s sudden death, continue on in the Darklands in the hopes of a miraculous escape. Instead something else finds them...

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joethehoeee · 7 months

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Fanart for Tactical!Strickler, from:

Challenging destiny

Chapter 24: Tackling Area 49-B

@pinkytoothlesso11

Human version:

I loved the thought of it and it actually turned out pretty well. It is pretty green, even tho you told me that there would be more black in your version. I hope it's still okay.

And I have a cape version, don't worry.

The green also didn't came out as dark as it was supposed to be, probably bc of my ipad. My phone has a much petter "lighting" than my ipad. But that dosen't matter, looks still nice.

Also I made it more millitary because I thought it would fit his character, especially in this AU. Strickler is much more protecting over his family and I could imagine that he would also be more protecting of himself. (Because Barbara would kill him if not)

And I gave him two guns because we all know that he would prepare for a literal war with those humans just for his whelp. By the way he has more knifes on his waist area in un the back.

Anyways, closeup:

And the cape version:

May beloved.

And for some reason the tags didn’t work and people could see it so i post it again. Hopefully this time nothing goes wrong and if it does then it's definitely a problem with either tumblr or my account XD

#trollhunters #walter strickler #toa strickler #toa trollhunters #stricklander #strickler #waltolomew stricklander #tales of arcadia #challenging destiny #I must admit his facial expression in the middle (both human and troll) ended me #still not very happy about it but it's okay #also I did not use shadows this time bc ...i don’t have a reason but I just didn’t wanted to #just wanna say: he is hot #he looks good and I DON'T CARE if that makes me weird. I want him. Husband Material.#He killed people? grow up. He is a troll. He was manipulative and a dick? gurl he could spit in my mouth.#uhm...got a little carried away there. I am a simp. I know. Tho I love seeeing strcklake so it's fine #Barb can have him.#but yeah I couldn’t keep it by one picture...I needed to se troll AND human walt in those outfits👀#and @pinkytoothless11 GIVE US JUSTICE?!!!#PLS LET BARBARA LUST AND DROOL OVER THOSE OUTFITS.#like how dare you not showing us Barbs reaction 😒#who do you think you are?🤨🙄#Joke...obviously...#anyways: I just found out that the janus order has an actual symbol and it's pretty cool. I tried to include it ...I hope u can see it #it's on the gloves and the necktie and the guns(but on the back)#tho I just remembered...Barb won’t be happy about the guns...naahhhhhh his hot look will make up for that #she can't be mad #If she is then I take him💃#But like realtalk I am not normal about this man...It's literally turning into an obsession #we love our big protective brutal killer mass murder changeling 🫶

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joethehoeee · 7 months

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haunted mansion au

barb and jim move into an old, creepy mansion only to find out it’s super haunted. they try to leave, but are forced back when a couple of ghosts follow them and demand they return to the house

strickler is the ‘priest’ they call to exorcise the ghosts. doesn’t work. douxie is the astrophysicist turned tour guide with a tragic backstory and special lens that can photograph ghosts. does work. claire is the psychic medium with a surprisingly good yelp score for someone so young. works really, really well. and nancy domzalski is the old historian with a heart condition (toby’s there too, because he goes wherever his nana does)

together they unravel the mystery of the mansion, defeat the hatbox ghost, and become a family

the end

#trollhunters #haunted mansion au #uhm #but walter as a priest?#holy sh-#u got me!#And not jist bc i want to see him in those outfits #but also how funny it is compared to his canon personality

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joethehoeee · 7 months

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One of the moments of Draal's life in Jim's basement

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joethehoeee · 7 months

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Another halloween prompt ask! This time Trollhunters. “Quit trying to scare me! I know that’s you!” For Stricklake, maybe a troll reveal sort of thing but at the wrong time being halloween. (4000-5000 words?)

The night was dark but the porch light was a beacon in the gloom. Strickler used this light as a guide, shoulders were aching with the force of his wingbeats but he didn’t dare slow down. It was a miracle he was able to get on top of this at all and he couldn’t waste a second. Landing on the porch with a heavy thump, he didn’t even allow himself to wince at the noise before he pulled open the door and stumbled inside.

The hall was dark and quiet, a distant light and soft noises of footsteps in the kitchen the only signs of habitation. Unmeasurable relief shot through him, Strickler slammed the door to the Lake house behind him, far beyond caring about the noise, leaning back against the wood and letting out a deep shuddering breath. Horns scraping against the paint. He’d done it, he’d beaten the rest of the Janus order here, now he just needed to–

“Jim?” Barbara’s voice echoed out from the kitchen “Is that you?”

Strickler went stiff, claws cutting curls out of the wood. He didn’t have much time, at any moment no fewer than half a dozen changelings would storm the house to ‘eliminate’ the Trollhunter��s mother.

He couldn’t let that happen.

He’d protect her, he’d protect her to his dying breath. But no matter how the events of tonight unfolded his true nature would be revealed to her and whatever budding sprout had bloomed between them would wither.

Strickler swallowed hard, pushing himself upright as the footsteps became louder.

No use in wallowing. This was always going to happen. No point in clinging to what could have been in another life, best just to rip the bandaid off.

“Are you–” Barbara walked into view at the end of the hall, stopping dead in her tracks. Even through the shadows Strickler could see her eyes going wide behind her glasses.

Strickler swallowed back his nausea and pulled himself to his full height, wings flaring behind him.

Rip the bandaid off.

“I am a creature beyond your reckoning human,” he leaned heavily into the gravely edge of his troll voice, stalking forward down the hall “Flee this place, for if you don’t tonight will be filled with horrors beyond your–”

“Quit trying to scare me,” Barbara snapped “I know it’s you,”

Strickler froze, jaw gapping open. Stunned into silence for the first time in centuries.

Even though he was standing in front of Barbara with his ugliest secret laid bare, she didn’t look afraid. Hands on her hips, eyebrows rumpled, and mouth set in a firm line. An expression not unlike the one she’d had when Jim had tried to sneak back in past curfew on the night she’d had him over for dinner.

“I– you– what?”

How the mighty have fallen. The cunning leader of the Janus order reduced to a gibbering buffoon.

“Walter I…” she let out a heavy sigh “I know everything,”

He shifted his wings behind him, suddenly sheepish “When you say everything…”

“Trolls, changelings, the bridge, Everything!” Barbara walked over to the couch, flopping down with a puff of breath “Jim told me weeks ago,”

“Jim confessed?” Strickler cautiously stepped towards her.

She snorted “Hardly, he tried to spin some big tale about chess club and the Russian mafia and I made him fess up,”

Shifting back into his human shape, Barbara not even twitching at the transformation, Strickler gingerly seated himself on the couch a respectable three feet away from Barbara.

“I don’t understand, if you knew about…me, why did you let things go on for so long?”

Barbara rolled her head over to face him, expression utterly unimpressed “I was waiting for you to tell me,”

“......Ah,”

“Granted this wasn’t they way I imagined you doing it, but at least it’s out there now,”

At least a full minute of the most uncomfortable silence Strickler had ever experience stretched between them before he cleared his throat “I understand, I…apologize for my deception, founding a relationship on false pretenses was wrong and I promise I won’t bother you–”

“Walter stop,” Barbara dragged a hand across her face “I’m not breaking up with you over this. Granted we are going to have a very long talk about how long you deceived me for and you putting my son in danger on multiple occasions, but I’m not ending things with us,”

For the second time tonight Strickler found himself utterly speechless, it took him longer than he cared to admit to both shut his jaw and find his voice “But…why?”

“Jim told me about changelings, and about you. About how you aren’t given any choice about serving Gunmar, and how you in particular put yourself at risk multiple times just to help Jim. We do have a lot to talk about, but for now just accept I don’t want to end things with you,”

Strickler felt his throat going tight “Barbara that’s not what I–” he choked up, shifting into his troll form with a crackle “How can you want to be with me, knowing I’m not human,”

For the first time this evening Barbara’s eyes softened “Because you’re still a person. Because troll, changeling, or something in between you’re still a person. Granted I’m not very pleased with that person at the moment, but that doesn’t change the fact that I care about them very much,” she reached out to cup his face, warm skin meeting cool stone.

His throat was choked but now with an entirely different emotion. Strickler raised his own hand to cover Barbara’s. Troll and human intertwined, gazing into Barbara’s eyes, heart swelling with emotion as he shifted back into human skin.

He could have stayed there staring into that gaze forever, but he forced himself to stand.

“We should finish preparations before the Janus order’s agents get he–”

Barbara shot to her feet “Wait, the order’s sending agents after me!?”

“Well yes I–”

She ran around the room, locking every door and shutting all the blinds “Why on earth didn’t you lead with that!?”

“I was trying but you interrupted me!”

“This is pretty crucial information Walter!”

“You said you knew everything! I thought that included this!”

Barbara rolled her eyes while grabbing a wooden staff out of the front closet “Fortunately I’ve been taking magic lessons,” the crystal head of the staff glowed a deep blue “You want to help me give their assassins what for?”

With a grin he shifted to his troll form, toothy smile turning into a fanged grin as he pulled a blade from his collar, hope and elation the likes of which he’d dared not let himself feel in centuries welling up in his chest “I would be delighted,”

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #walter strickler #barbara lake #stricklake #rmvwrites #halloween prompts #That's 100% Barbara.#she is done with Walt and plays along until he can't hide it #She is done with his little games and I am sure she was holding back to laugh out on their dates when he told lies-#-and she knew that it was fake #tho...it probably hurt her #and love them * *

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joethehoeee · 7 months

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The light of the sun slowly erased from the sky as the dark of the night took it's place. The leaves on the trees rustle softly as a cold breeze swirled around them. Fireflys dance around the a dark figure, sitting on the edge of a cliff. The fresh air filled the changelings nostrils, it was nothing like the smoke and dust of the city that they once called home. His golden glowing eyes gace over the edge of the cliff, silently watching the lights of the city darken, one by one. His sharp eyes could see fire and some small smoke clouds that flew over the buildings just to erase in the dark sky.

Suddenly the feeling of a warm and soft hand spread over his shoulder, his gaze flew upwards, towards the red-headed angle next to him. Her beautiful blue eyes met his. "Hey." Her voice send shivers down his spine. He didn’t answer her, yet he gave her a reassuring smile. She just nods, understanding that he wasn’t in the mood to talk. She kneeled down beside him, looking over the cliff.

He watched her movement for a few seconds before his eyes let go of her mesmerizing figure. His face turned back to the city until he felt the human moving again. Before he could even look at her, her head was already comfortably placed on his left thigh. If his troll form would've allowed it then he would be completely red on his cheeks. "What are you?-" She moved a bit to make herself comfortable on him. Her back pressed against the stony floor of the cliff while she crossed her legs. Her arms folded on her stomach as she looked up at him. "I am getting comfortable."

His ears flicker slightly as he looked down at her. He moved his free leg up towards his body and used his clawed hands to hold himself from falling onto his back. The swarm of fireflys Illuminated both of them. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at the most wonderful creature that he could think of. "Do whatever you wish, my dear." His loving, still rough-sounding voice made her soft lips move upwards, even if it was just a little bit. Her mouth opened slightly. "Can...Can you just talk to you a little bit? I just need someone with me right now. Someone who listens, you don’t even need to answer." He just nods silently, changing to his broken winged-form, wich he protectivly puts around them both. Even if they couldn’t protect her from the wind anymore, he still hoped that it would at least give her the feeling of some protection.

"I...I just miss Jim so much and I thought I could tell you a few storys of him...it...it helps." The name struck through his body like a lighting, however, he tried to remain his composure. "S-sure, my dear. Whatever you need." Luckily she didn’t hear the shaky tone in his voice. She herself took a shaky breath and soon enough she begann to talk about fun adventures or sweet storys about herself with her son, trying to relive the memories. His heart sank with every word.

The time went by until the darkness had spread over what seemed to be the whole world. She talked and talked but then, she stopped in the middle of her sentence. She took a deep breath and her gace suddenly seemed so far away, as if she would be right there in this one particular memory that she was about to share. "...but nothing will ever be that wonderful as his birth." Her voice got shaky, her eyes about to tear up. "Barbara, you don’t have to tell me..." this was probably more for his sake than for her's and his ears drop as she shoke her head. "I want to...Walt."

"The feeling of holding him in my arms for the first time. God I was so happy... " She smiled sadly. "He was such a good kid. And...and the first time I fed him." She chuckles softly "I had to use a bottle because I was to tired to- uhm...you know what I mean." He couldn't help put chuckle too at the embarrassed blush that spread over her freckled face. It hurt. Not only her, but hearing this. "I loved my boy since the first time I saw him there...in my arms..."

"I swore to protect him from any harm..." Her voice cracked and her eyes started to tear up again. "I am a bad mother...I couldn't even do that one thing that I should do. Protect my child." His face consorted in pain and guilt for her and her son. "Don’t you ever say that again." His tone was almost aggressiv. He was angry. Not with her, but with himself. "Barbara you did everything you could. It wasn’t your fault!" It was mine. "How could you possibly know that the world was about to end?! Noone knew that!" I did. "Don’t blame yourself because of that... unknown monster... that...t-that used his vournurability to brutaly kill him...him, that innocent child!" Blame me. I am the monster that you should blame. I used his vournurability, his kindness...his heart.

The heart that was eaten by Gunmar. His stomach turned at the thought, at the pictures in his head. He stood there when it had happened. As Gunmar ripped through the boys chest...right trough his heart...that had still beaten for a few seconds. He sueezed his eyes shut and shoke his horned head, trying to get rid of the images that run through his brain. The phantom smell of the boy's blood pierced through his nostrils and he suddenly opened his eyes to see...his mother...wich was looking away from him...that hopefully hadn’t seen his full reaction. "Maybe...but I couldn’t even say goodbye...if I drove home earlier from work...only for that one day...then I would've arrived earlier at school...for the play...then maybe I could've-..." Her soft sobs filled the air as the tears that she had tried to hold back finally streamed down her face.

"...Barbara..." He whispered, his clawed hand sneaked to her face to cup it, his cold thumb tried to stroke her tears away. "You couldn’t know...you didn’t even knew where he was...what if...what if he in wasn’t in school...even if you would've arrived earlier in school then...then there would've been no guarantee that he would've been there. Don’t blame yourself for that, Darling."

Her head rose from his lap and her body got up from the floor to burry herself into his chest. "You are right...b-but at least you would've been there..." He sighed, holding her as she cries. "Y-yes...b-but that dosen't matter if I was there at that exact time...I am here now. That's what matters." He sighed shakily. His eyes close as his chin rested on the crown of her hair while he hold her in his arms, trying to hug the pain away. He knew he couldn't. He would only make it worse if he talks again. So he didn’t. They stayed like this. The fireflys slowly disappeare as the night devoured them into it's darkness.

The darkness that he couldn't save her from.

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Uhm...yeah

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