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doumadono · 9 months

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Synopsis: The BNHA boys confess their love to you for the very first time

MASTERLIST

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku had been feeling his heart race whenever he was around you, his girlfriend, but he was nervous about expressing his feelings.

One evening, you were sitting together on a bench at the park, watching the sunset after a long day of hero training. The colors of the sky reflected in your eyes, making you look even more beautiful, in his little opinion.

Izuku took a deep breath and, mustering up all his courage, he gently took your hand in his. He looked into your Y/E/C eyes and said, "You know, being with you makes me feel like I can do anything. You've always believed in me, and I can't thank you enough for that. I… I love you."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and then a bright smile spread across your face. You pulled him into a warm hug, replying, "Izuku, I love you too. You've always been my hero."

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo had never been great with words, especially when it came to expressing emotions. But he knew he had to tell his girlfriend how he felt because keeping it inside was driving him crazy.

You were spending a day at the city center, and Bakugo had been trying to build up the courage to say those three words all day long.

As the sun was setting and the sky turned shades of pink and orange, you were walking down the street, hand in hand. Bakugo suddenly stopped and turned to face you, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Listen, dumbass," he began gruffly, "I… I care about you a lot. More than I thought I would. Hell, I… I love you, okay? So don't go getting any ideas about leaving me or some shit like that."

Your eyes softened, and you hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Katsuki. And I'm not going anywhere, my fierce warrior."

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto had always been reserved, and expressing his feelings was a challenge for him. But his girlfriend had shown him what it meant to love and be loved, and he wanted to reciprocate that.

You were at a peaceful park, sitting on a bench and sharing some ice cream after another day of your internship at his father's agency. Shoto was staring at the ground, trying to find the right words.

Finally, he looked up at you, his heterochromatic eyes filled with warmth. "You've brought so much light into my life," he said softly. "I never thought I could feel this way about someone. But I do. I love you."

You smiled, and a tear of joy escaped your eye. You reached out and touched his cheek gently. "Shoto, you have my heart. I love you too, with all of it."

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

Despite being a pro-hero, expressing emotions didn't come naturally to Hawks. But his feelings for you were undeniable, and he wanted to be sincere in his confession.

He decided to write a heartfelt letter, expressing all the things he admired and loved about you. He left it on your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers (yes, deep inside, Keigo was a true romantic at heart).

Later that day, he received a call from you. You were thanking him for the beautiful letter. Hawks asked if you liked it, to which you replied with a teasing tone, "Well, Mr. Hero, you're supposed to be observant, right? What do you think?" Hawks couldn't resist the playful challenge and responded, "I think… I think you did. Y/N, I love you." He felt the weight of his heart lifting as he admitted his feelings.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Dabi had always been distant and reserved, but his girlfriend saw through his tough exterior and understood the pain he carried.

One evening, you were sitting together on the rooftop of LOV hideout, watching the sunset. The warm colors of the sky seemed to ignite a spark of courage within him.

Dabi turned to you, gently intertwining his fingers with yours, and whispered softly, "You know, I've always believed that my heart was frozen, but you… you've been thawing it all along. I never thought I could love someone so deeply, but I love you, Y/N."

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you could see the sincerity in his words. You reached out and gently touched his cheek, "Dabi, you don't have to say more. I can feel it too. I love you too."

Shigaraki Tomura (Tenko Shimura)

Shigaraki had always been awkward with emotions, but as he grew closer to you, he found himself wanting to be more open with you about his feelings.

You had just finished a long and eventful day of planning their next move as villains. With everyone else occupied, Shigaraki and you found a rare moment of peace in the dimly lit common room.

As you sat on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder, Shigaraki felt a mix of comfort and vulnerability, something he rarely experienced. He could feel his heart pounding as he debated whether or not to share his feelings. His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm, and he finally gathered the courage to speak up. "Hey... There's something I've been wanting to tell you," he began, his voice unusually soft. "You mean a lot to me. More than I ever thought someone could. You're always there, supporting me and understanding me. And... I love you."

You leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Tomura, I love you too."

dividers by @cafekitsune

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celestialtarot11 · 3 months

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If you were a celeb, what would your vibe be? 💋🎬🌟 professions, careers etc 😍✨

Hi friends! Today we’ll be looking into something pretty fun! Your vibe as a celeb 💅🏻 enjoy and feel free to comment like and reblog 💗

Pile 1: Hi there pile 1’s! 🤗🌟 For pile 1 I am picking up you would be a singer or a musician of some kind. I’m seeing RGB lighting in a concert, slow dancing from you itself, holding the microphone and it’s a jazz kind of vibe. Slow and sensual, but enough to grip you because of the tantalizing way you sing 🤍 some of ya’ll may have beautiful voices! For some of ya’ll you have an indie vibe and keep it fun, lively, and sometimes sensual in the concerts 💅🏻 I also see you guys would have an awesome costume designer capturing a retro vintage style of dressing. Very dreamy colors, makeup, and visuals that is alluring. I feel you’d have such an alluring appearance and you’re private as well, you may not post personal information to the public but mostly share your band, music, and travels 🤗🤍 I absolutely adore this pile because this is my kind of music 😍 if ya’ll had a band already I’d book tickets! You’d travel to popular places like LA and the West Coast, NYC, Boston, I also heard Oregon…? That may resonate for a few of you 😂 But you love your fans and you’d have a close relationship with them, and i feel as a celeb your music is incredibly important. I feel like you’d make a lot of music based on romance & love and capturing how that feels. I feel like you’d be the celeb to bring back that teenager in us and thats why fans love you! 🤗💗 you cultivate a powerful community because you bring together nostalgic feelings & memories. I feel like people would definitely admire you a lot, and they’d love if you held Q&A sessions so they got to know your history with music, how you started, and how you met your band 👏 You’d have such a sex appeal too because you appear dreamy, comfortable, radiant and yet private 💋✨ some of yall may not be into music but modeling too, and you’d have a very dreamy appearance and unique look! Thank you my pile 1’s! Feel free to support by liking commenting and reblogging 🤍🌟

Pile 2: Hi there pile 2’s! We’ve got some influencers up in here in terms of health & wellness. Also fitness. I feel you guys would encourage your fans to eat healthier, and you’d do intensive research into healthier foods and holistic medicine 🌟💗 and as a result people really like you because you give them alternatives to medicine and popping pills 😂 also because I feel like you have a beautiful visual appearance. You appear put together, clean, professional and fun! You have a light hearted yet determined aura and people feel attracted to that 💅🏻✨ some of ya’ll might vlog & talk about your day, and people are invested in your workout routine, diet, and health! And also some of yall may have dogs so your fans would love them 🤗 I also feel like ya’ll would do wonderful creating your own wellness products and selling fitness related gear, people would love that! Especially those with disabilities that still want to work out. There’s something about you and how you create wellness products that are unique, they are designed for people that struggle or need help. I feel you hear your fans and you want to deliver results that are efficient and effective. I feel you’d work wonderfully with children too, and may pair up with organizations catered to the disabled and poverty. So people see you as incredibly humble, helpful, and supportive! You’re incredibly engaging with your fans & community and open to feedback! I feel like you’d be a great motivation speaker too, not because you’re aggressive but because you’re calm, efficient, and reliable in your tone. And you validate people’s experiences and feelings! People are drawn to your reassuring, gentle and determined personality 🤍🌟 you’d do great marketing fitness products too, or makeup products as well! If you’re into makeup you’d model and your fans love your reviews, they love how you do your makeup with precision and you’re unique with it too. You have innovative makeup ideas that people never thought of and it turns out beautiful 😍 I also feel you’d have something unique about your appearance and people cant forget it! It makes you stand out & beautiful 🤗💗 Overall you’d be open with your fans, inclusive, diverse and focus on educating them with health or tips for beauty 💗✨ so maybe you’re south asian and you want to make south asian makeup for those with olive undertones! That would be catering to a specific demographic! And people would greatly appreciate you because of how inclusive you are 🌟 thank you pile 2! Feel free to like comment and reblog for support 🤍

Pile 3: Hi there pile 3! So happy you’re here 🤍🤗 Lets get on with it shall we? Some of yall may have a welsh accent 😂 anyway! I feel like yall have great jokes and would be known for your comedy. Maybe you blow up as a meme at first and then you get into acting 💅🏻 and people are taken away by your skills and effort! You are effortlessly hilarious and yet intentional, and you’d be recognized for it. I feel you have a lot of charisma as a celeb too, because you’re natural at getting people to like you. You’re very good at conversation and with one conversation you’d have someone gripped. Especially an interviewer. I see a lot of people interviewing you & wanting to get to know you. Huge audience, and you love it all! Sometimes anxious, but eventually you and your PR form great bonds so they know when to pull you out 😂 but anyway, I feel like you’re a natural at understanding what to do, how to do it, and you’re overall amazing! You’d do wonderful in movies and tv shows! Some of ya’ll could also be a runway model, and behind the scenes your humor is what gets you noticed and you go on to have your own page, where you sell to your own fans any product 💗 and I feel like you’d keep a healthy distance with your fans! I also feel you’d have such a striking appearance especially your eyes, theres something very different and unique about the color or intensity. It leaves interviewers forgetting what they said 🤣 but they definitely are hooked! You have a lot of sex appeal and you may not realize it, but people do. People also create sexual fantasies of you in their mind & they daydream about you. You could take care of your body a lot and people admire that! Thank you pile 3 feel free to comment like or reblog! 💗🌟 thank yall so much!

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draagu · 3 months

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return of the silly goobers! this post might get silent updates as i make tiny changes

surv! bit of a basic white color but with some patterns on em! got their little survivor symbol hood thing, so still dapper as ever

not shown here really but they still have the explosive mark on the back of their head

nighty! nothing significantly different with them, also still dapper as ever

no changes here! monk is still silly, the marks on their arms are results of a mess up when they were first learning crafts

and of course, got their goggles from gourm

hunter! still got their short tail, but now they have little earrings representing sig. colors are a bit updated tooo

spear and riv have made their mark on their bandages too

arti! only major change is some colors, their bandana has a little patch now since it was broken and then mended by gourm

gourmand got mostly color updates, a lot more warm now, and update i did in fact silently update this

rivvy, my favorite I lov them, they have even MORE frills now and little scaley spots, absolute fish I lov them. they have some pink freckles too! the fins do have a gradient, but! thats not required for any art

pufferfish colored pearls on their tail of course

spear got some earrings too that represent suns, also some multicolor freckles as well. starting to realize the amount of designs I have that have freckles oops

also pufferfish jewelry of course

no changes here! saint is still floomfy, their paw pads are still orange and blue too

enot no longer has white on their ears! and some differently colored lashes. still got their iconic heart tail though

#my art #rw survivor #rw nightcat #rw monk #rw hunter #rw gourmand #rw artificer #rw rivulet #rw spearmaster #rw saint #rw enot #rain world #rain world art #dragu.art

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haee-elia · 7 months

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spence-tober: day 3 - florist

pairing: florist!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which you are having a rather down day and you go to buy flowers to cheer yourself up

word count: 1539

warnings: none, just lots of fluff and a meet cute

spence-tober masterlist

It had been an absolutely dreadful day at work. It was one of those days where it wasn’t just a singular thing that made you want to rip out your hair from your head. It wasn’t even one of those days where everything went wrong.

You had just woke up and slept through your first alarm, having to rush through your morning routine and barely made it in time for work where every single little thing seemed to add to your annoyance and grate on your nerves.

You were extremely glad to be done with the work day and was hoping for a quiet, indulgent night in where you would watch your guilty pleasure show in your apartment with the ultimate girl dinner and dessert to go with it.

It was these times where you were happy that you didn’t own a car. You didn’t particularly need one living in D.C. and although it was a little unbearable to walk in the heat of the summer, these walks home from work definitely helped you unwind from the stressful day.

You could tell your mood was already lifting just from the nice cool early evening air and the nice surroundings of your route to home.

Perhaps thats why you decided to randomly enter a colorful shop which you assumed sold flowers by the display around the shopfront.

The windows in the front were filled to the brim with different flora and the lighting was warm yet not too bright for your eyes after the tiring day. Buckets and baskets of flowers filled the space around the store in a neat yet controlled chaos look. The counter was decorated with different arranged bouquets and had various books on different flora on it.

There was also no one behind the counter.

You doubled back and checked the door again. It was unlocked and the lights in the shop were still on and there was no sign to show that it was closed, so you shrugged to yourself and wandered about the shop, looking at the different flowers and arrangements.

A coughing noise sounded behind you while you were thumbing the petals of a beautiful set of poppies. You turned your head at the noise and hadn’t realized that the shopkeep had returned from a backroom and stood at the counter now.

“Oh hello,” You say shyly, feeling as though you were caught doing something you shouldn’t have, “The door was open,” You say gesturing to the said front entrance behind you, “I didn’t see a sign to say that you’re closed.”

The man behind the counter couldn’t have been but a few years older than you perhaps. His hair was a little messy, but didn’t have the length to go over his eyes. It was just above his ears. You noted that his face was incredibly chiseled and his lips were rather pink. You admitted in your mind that he was in fact, rather handsome.

He smiled at you, “No worries. I was just about to close, but feel free to look around.” He explains, he shows you a sign on the top of the counter, one that he had just brought out from somewhere else. It was one of those signs you flipped back and forth between ‘open’ and ‘closed’. It was on a chalkboard and had small designs of flowers decorated around the words.

You shook your head, “Oh, no.” You say, embarrassed that you were keeping this man from leaving, “I don’t want to keep you from going home.” You say, bashfully.

He shakes his head as well, “It’s totally fine. It’s, uh, my shop.” He explains, “And I just live upstairs so you’re fine.” He assures.

“My name’s Spencer.” He introduces, “Can I help you with anything?” He asks kindly.

You smile at him, “I’m just looking for a nice bouquet.”

Spencer returns your smile, “Okay, are you searching for a certain flower?” He asks.

“No, nothing in particular.”

“Alright,” He says as he walks around the counter and joins you, standing at the baskets of flowers. “Is this for a special someone? Loved one?”

You shake your head once again, “No, just thought I’d pick up some flowers for myself.”

A blush comes to your face, “It sounds kind of weird.” Spencer looks at you confused so you further explain yourself, “Getting flowers for myself.”

“Not at all,” Spencer assures you. He reaches over your shoulder and grabs a few of the poppies that you had been admiring, you hope that he can’t see the blush forming on your cheeks.

“Buying flowers for yourself can actually be a form of self care.” Spencer says to you, “It has shown to boost self-esteem and add to feelings of empowerment. In fact, a study conducted by the AFE and the SAF in 2016 found that 22% of people who buy flowers buy them for themselves.”

“Thats really neat,” You compliment, you smile to yourself, “I like to get some flowers to cheer myself up every once and a while.” You explain.

Spencer nods along with you, then gestures to the poppies in his hand, “Are these poppies okay?” He moves towards the counter at your nod, “Would you like an arrangement with these?”

You smile at him, “Sure, that would be lovely. Anything that you could put together would be great.”

You watch as Spencer expertly moves around the room, plucking flowers from the rest of their places in the room and grabbing a spare vase from the shelf behind him. His nimble fingers place the flowers quickly and delicately, being careful not to bend or break any part of the flower.

“So,” you say, trying to make some small talk, “You really know your stuff.” You try to compliment.

“I mean, I guess knowing about flowers comes with the job, but being able to recite facts and statistics from a study? You must really like flowers.” You say.

Spencer smiles widely. It’s a smile, you note, that shows real genuine joy.

“It started as a hobby,” He says, rearranging a few flowers before scrutinizing it under his gaze, “Then it became my passion. Flowers can tell a story without saying any words. Giving flowers has been a sign of love for centuries.”

“That’s beautiful, Spencer.” You say. “It’s a really beautiful look on flowers.” You compliment.

Under your gaze you think you can see a hint of a blush coming to the surface of his skin. You also see a grin as he works on the flowers.

Spencer grabs a roll of twine from, you suppose, underneath the counter on a shelf and wraps it around the bouquet he’s finished for you. After a few moments of ensuring none of the flowers will move out of place, he takes them out of the vase and wraps it in brown paper, securing it with another wrap of twine.

“How’s this?” Spencer asks, showing you the bouquet, all finished and wrapped up nicely.

The arrangement that he’s made is absolutely stunning. The red poppies stand out in color around the dusty green stems and branches he’s added in. The red also compliments the small, sparsely located white flowers he’s thrown in for a stunning bouquet.

You can’t help the smile that comes to your face when Spencer reveals the flowers to you.

“It’s perfect,” You say, only taking your eyes away from the assortment of flowers to ruffle your hand around in your purse to find your wallet.

Spencer, with his long, lanky, arms, reaches across the counter and blooming bouquet to place his hand on your arm gently and non-forcefully.

“Don’t worry about paying.” Spencer says, “It’s on me.” There, again, is a slight blush on his cheeks, but you don’t comment on it.

Instead you protest a little, “Spencer-” You shake your head and bring out your wallet once again.

He shakes his head at you and smiles, a wisp of something playful in his eyes, “I mean it.”

“Spencer, I can’t let you just give me these flowers for free.” You argue lightly, “I’m a customer.” You remind.

“I know,” Spencer says.

Theres a look to his expression that’s so carefree and confident. In the back of your mind, you know you’re not going to win this small battle.

“But,” He starts to say, again making no move to accept any form of payment from you, “I also know that about two-thirds of people feel special when receiving flowers from someone. Everyone deserves to feel special. So, consider this my gift to you. I just hope it makes your day a little brighter.” Spencer explains.

You sigh and put your wallet away in your purse, you smile at Spencer, “Is that from the same study?” You ask. “The one by the-”

“American Floral Endowment and Society of American Flowers.” Spencer finishes your sentence and nods, still wearing that smile. “Yeah.”

“Fine, then.” You say, letting Spencer hand you the wrapped up bouquet, “But I’m going to come back here and you will let me pay next time.” You say assertively.

Spencer’s smile grows wider and you share a look communicated between your eyes. Silent, but communicative. Just like flowers, you muse to yourself.

“Next time, then.”

a/n: i'm quite happy with this. there's no kiss or true romance in it, but it's a nice meet cute and i hope it puts a smile on your face or convinces you to buy someone or yourself some flowers :)

#criminal minds #criminalminds #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fic #dr. spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #dr. spencer reid #spencer reid au

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maximilliansblog · 3 months

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Welcome Home Hyacinth Theory 🏠🪻🐛

Hello Tumblr! Most Welcome Home theories are just little bits and pieces or “Wally is evil, guys look!”/”Wally is not evil! He is a goober!” etc.

This theory is fully fledged and provides a plot and evidence. I call it the Welcome Home “Hyacinth” theory, after the myth that it is based on. This will be a very long post so here is a TLDR: Julie kills Eddie while they are playing croquette-bowling out of jealousy because he is getting too close to Frank, who is supposed to be her boyfriend/best friend within the show. Either just Eddie or everyone involved gets replaced, except for Wally, who witnessed everything. This is why we have all of those videos of Wally dissociating.

I have been sitting around in my toom rambling to myself about this theory like a madman for over a week so I decided to share it.

Please reference this post from @/partycoffin (the creator of Welcome Home) when discussing Welcome Home and be respectful in the comments and reblogs.

Extra information from @theneighborhoodwatch:

Welcome Home Observation Document

Welcome Home Livestream Trivia

Welcome Home Archive Links + Backup Screenshots

Fanmade Welcome Home Wiki (I don't recommend the Fandom wiki)

Extra information on exploring the website from @angel-lyah:

Welcome Home Website Secrets

Alright, let’s get into it! I have evidence to back up every single one of those claims, and I will include it in this post.

I want to be very thorough with explaining this. I’ll start by establishing that there are three main plots within Welcome Home (that I have noticed, anyways):

The plot of the late 60’s - early 70’s TV show, Welcome Home - only related to published episodes, books, audios, etc. that would have been shown to the public at the time of airing Welcome Home

“Behind the show” - feelings and actions of the puppets outside of the show (such as Frank and Eddie being a couple, or Frank being nonbinary)

The Welcome Home Restoration Project - people working to restore the TV show, Welcome Home, and find any and all information related to it and who made it

Okay so for the rest of this essay, when I mention BtS, it is related to the “behind the show” plot. I will color these things blue. When I write WtS, it is related to the “within the show” plot. I will color these things green. When I write WHRP, it is related to the Welcome Home Restoration Project. I will color these things pink. I will also mention things that have been said either on Clown’s Tumblr blog, Clown’s Twitter, or old streams. I will say CS, meaning “Clown source” to denote these things and color them orange. Clown source and behind the show areas often overlap, so Clown source information is dominant over behind the show information (if it is both I will just color it orange). Good? Good.

Now let’s establish our characters (only the ones related to this theory) and their relationships to one another. We’ll go alphabetically, starting with Eddie, then moving onto Frank, Julie, and Wally.

I’m going to assume that if you are reading this, you have already visited the website (clownillustration.com) and have a basic understanding of who Eddie is. So I will only focus on the elements of his character that will be relevant in this theory.

Eddie (WtS) is clumsy and overworks himself. He is often dragged into Julie’s games. His house (post office) looks like this:

Note the hyacinth flowers and the butterfly. Eddie (BtS) loves Frank. (CS) He is married to Frank in one art on Clown’s Tumblr. BY THE WAY IT TOOK FOREVER TO FIND THIS IMAGE!!!! THEY ARE IN THE BOTTOM LEFT CORNER!!

Frank (WtS) is Julie’s boyfriend as it is implied that they are a couple within the show (I know a lot of us don’t like hearing this, but remember the three plots) (also for everyone that is going to argue with me on this, go look on their little profiles in the neighborhood section of the website and come back to me) and best friend. His house looks like this:

Note the sunflowers. Frank (BtS) loves Eddie.

(CS) As I said before, in one art on Clown’s Tumblr, Eddie and Frank are married (you can tell by the rings on their fingers in that image) . Frank is nonbinary but uses he/him pronouns (Clown refers to Frank on his blog with only he/him pronouns, so that is what I will use. Nonbinary people do not have to use they/them pronouns! Pronouns are not equal to gender!)

(WtS) Julie is a rainbow monster. Her thing is that she likes to make up and play games. She seems to be very strong (perhaps related to her being a rainbow monster), as she can easily lift Wally and is indirectly referenced to [throw a baseball very well] by Barnaby in the Live Interview audio. She also incorporates bowling into a lot of games where it is unnecessary. She seems to be immature, which is usually used to make her a playful character. Her and Frank are a couple. In several arts, her horns are different shapes or even nonexistent, implying that she has some ability to change her form. Her house looks like this:

Note the heart motif throughout the design. (BtS) Julie is best friends with Frank. (CS) She is genderfluid (she is only referred to using she/her pronouns on Clown’s blog, so that is what I will use).

(WtS) Wally is the main character in Welcome Home. His house is alive and is named Home. Home is often considered to be a ninth neighbor. Wally often communicates for Home. (WHRP) Wally signs Home’s name in the guestbook (as Home does not have hands) (please stop with the tentacles I have seen the art please stop for the love of god where did that even come from). (WtS) The other neighbors frequently ignore and talk over Wally, but he doesn’t seem to mind, saying that he loves all of his friends in the live interview audio.

Okay so now that that is established, let’s look at some promotional art. Promotional art is not necessarily canon and may contain outdated designs, but may hint at the plot of Welcome Home.

There is one more artwork that I would like to add, but it is on Clown’s KoFi. Here is a link to it that you can look at if you are subscribed to Clown’s KoFi:

[link to Clown’s KoFi here]

I won’t describe the image because some of you may not be subscribed to Clown’s KoFi. But if you are, you will see that the image supports my theory.

While we are discussing that image, I would also like to say that I believe that the puppets are some kind of biological organisms. I don’t have much evidence for this right now, but I may make a theory in the future.

We will come back to those promotional arts soon. Right now, let’s look at Frank and Eddie’s houses and discuss some symbolism and mythology.

Frank’s house has sunflowers outside of it. Sunflowers are a symbol of Apollo. Eddie has hyacinths outside of his post office, obviously a symbol of Hyacinthus. Hyacinthus and Apollo were lovers, but Hyacinthus tragically died. Let me tell the story so we have context. (I am really into Greek mythology by the way, it’s always been a special interest since middle school but I am also a Hellenic pagan, you should follow my witchcraft and paganism blog, creatively named @maxiswitchcraftandpaganblog)

So Apollo, god of the sun, art, archery, and LOTS of various other things, loved Hyacinthus, who was a mortal Spartan man. And Hyacinthus loved him too, by the way. The god of the (west? don’t feel like googling it) wind, Zephyrus, was jealous of Hyacinthus, because he also loved Apollo.

One day, Apollo and Hyacinthus were playing discus (like frisbee but the frisbee is giant and made of metal, kind of like a shield). Apollo threw the discus to Hyacinthus, but Zephyrus blew the discus off course with the wind, causing it to hit Hyacinthus in the head and kill him. Apollo created the hyacinth flower from Hyacinthus’ blood as he died, but in some myths made him a god. (read more on Apollo and Hyacinthus here)

I’m going to draw some parallels here. Frank = Apollo, Eddie = Hyacinthus, Julie = Zephyrus. Now Frank’s and Eddie’s parallels make sense because of the flowers, but where did I get Julie=Zephyrus from? Recall that (WtS) Julie and Frank are supposed to be a couple. Now, (BtS) Julie may or may not like Frank in that way, but she certainly enjoys being close to him as his best friend. Since she is already established as an immature character, it would make sense that she would be jealous seeing Frank get closer to Eddie.

Pause. So WtS, Frank and Julie are together. BtS, Frank and Eddie are together. If these are separate, then what is Julie jealous about? (WtS) Frank has been seen getting closer to Eddie even in the official material of the show. An example of this is him telling Eddie that he works too hard at the end of the “Eddie’s Big Lift” storybook record. So his BtS love for Eddie is leaking into the WtS canon. That is a problem for Julie, who is supposed to be Frank’s girlfriend WtS. So she comes up with an idea to fix this, much like the jealous god, Zephyrus.

So what does she do? Let’s turn our attention to the “Just So” song demo. This song was never finished with instrumentals, and for a reason. The puppets function as actors in the show, as it is obvious that they have their own free will, and Julie does something that the writers do not expect later in this episode. So the song was never finished because the episode was ruined.

In the “Just So” song demo, Frank and Julie are about to play croquette bowling. It was supposed to be just croquette, as Frank put on his croquette bow tie, but last minute, Julie added bowling to the mix.

Wally knocks on the door and interrupts their song, saying that Home wants to play croquette bowling too. This implies that Julie told someone else that they would be playing croquette bowling after she added bowling. I feel like Wally and Home overheard Julie telling Eddie that they would be playing croquette bowling. This would make sense, as Wally often stands by and listens while the other neighbors talk. It is not unusual for Eddie to participate in Julie’s games, either, as we see from Julie playing “business woman in the big city” with him. [add a photo]

The song recording ends before we see them playing croquette bowling together. But I have a piece of evidence to tell us how it ends. Look at this promotional art again.

You probably assumed that the figure in the back was holding a hammer, but that could actually be a croquette mallet!

It’s covered in some gory-looking stuff, probably from Eddie. Now look at the flower. Whose eyes look like that? Almond-shaped, round pupils. Only one character: Wally. Wally was a witness, which would make sense for him, since he often watches on as the other neighbors do things.

Julie is holding the flower in front of her, looking innocent. This is a stretch, but I think that this might be symbolism for her saying that she didn’t do it on purpose, Wally saw the whole thing, ask him! And Wally doesn’t know what to do. I don’t know what he does from there.

Maybe this image is a clue? I genuinely don’t know. Once again, promotional art is not necessarily canon, but we can use the concepts from it in theories.

This next part is also a bit of a stretch. The neighbors having a memory of something like that happening would ruin their “acting” (I think they are just being recorded as they do what they would naturally do). The show can’t have that. The solution? Replace everyone involved.

Now go back and look in the promotional art section and look at that art of Frank. It looks like Frank is laying among extra puppet parts. They have extras!

And this is why Wally is dissociating in the videos we see when we click on the bugs. They did not replace him, because like the neighbors, they didn’t even notice he was there.

Okay yeah that’s the theory. It was really hard to get this into a coherent Google Doc and gather all the links. I was just rambling to myself about this in my room over and over pacing around for like a week. But yeah here you go, hope it's a good theory, sorry if it's not lol please be nice to me

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astrophysician · 10 months

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HERE IT IS

this is my definitely completely necessary, i promise, sonic style study!! i spent nine and a half hours on this canvas! aaa! i will master this style if it's the last thing i do!!!

more about my process under the cut!

the purpose of this study was to really get the proportions down as i figure out how sonic characters fit into my style. for this specific study i was mainly looking at the model sheets for the sonic team racing animation. i like the cartoony/sharp style combined with the more modern designs. eye and especially muzzle shapes played an important part in my progress with this.

my process began with looking at the sheets for sonic and shadow specifically-- sonic, because he's the blueprint for the style, and shadow because he's a lot like sonic and also i lov ehim. you can see i took lots of notes and "measurements" at first (on the left) and heavily referenced the poses from the model sheets. i made an effort to avoid relying on tracing at this stage. (and later on, i colored using my best judgement-- no color picking! gotta train your eye for color too!)

there's still so many intricacies that i'm trying to get an eye for, but after this i feel a lot more confident in portraying this style in a way that satisfies me. there's just so much to balance!!

after i felt comfortable with my more scientific approach, i tried getting more expressive, experimenting with different expressions and poses that i thought fit the characters (and injecting some of my headcanons obviously). this was to practice conveying each character's personality and as well as drawing them in ways that weren't completely static, like so much of my art has been lately (character designing kinda leans into that...)

i would have drawn more but i ran out of space and got tired lol. perhaps i'll do a part two, because i want to draw more characters interacting than who i usually gravitate towards. amy and knuckles were a dip into that. (side note, i was kinda shocked at how much easier knuckles was to draw with the right references, and how difficult amy is despite looking similar to sonic and shadow, who i have a lot more experience with. it's her hair...)

anyway, i'm very proud to have completed this, and i feel like it helped me improve so much! i highly recommend style studies if you have the patience for it. you can get the same effect by just drawing the characters a lot, but it feels good to sit down and really dedicate some time and space to it. for me anyway :)

#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #sonic #my art #astrophysician #does anyone know if tumblr still only tracks the first five tags....#i'd really. really like to use a lot more for my art sometimes #also ugh i'm sorry rouge but there wasn't enough room for you :(((#i'll have to put her in the next one #omega too... but i doubt i'll find a model sheet for him as easily #and i'm kinda scared of drawing robots LOL #omg. i have to include eggman too eventually #AND METAL SONIC. MAN.#hmm.... noticing a bit of a theme here....#...sth needs more girls

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Organs in the Wash Ch. 3

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Reader and Miranda are back on the case. Things turn a little dangerous for dear, little reader.

TW: Intruder/Break-In (No one is harmed)

As you walked through the halls of the police station, you couldn’t help but wrinkle your nose at the behavior of most of the men working there. The amount of vulgarity and horseplay you saw in your ten minutes following Miranda from the car to the morgue was enough to make you question how Miranda kept such a positive attitude about her work.

Miranda didn’t seem to have many positive work relationships as even Robin seemed to keep the blonde at an arm's length. Even as you analyzed all the negative components of her workplace, Miranda chattered excitedly about the police station. She pointed out her desk from afar, told you about the locker rooms in the back, and explained that even though she had been working there for three years, she had been learning lots from being Robin’s partner.

Robin led the way down to the morgue and Miranda lingered back to walk at your side, “I didn’t start viewing bodies in the morgue until Robin came.”

“Oh… I’m not going in there.” You stopped short of the doors to the coroner’s lab, glancing up to Miranda who looked down at you with a confused expression. Through the windows you could see the body lying on the metal table. Looking at a dead body through a phone was much different than standing next to one.

“What did you think you came down here for? You have to look at the body.” Robin Griffin narrowed her gaze at you, folding her arms over her chest. You didn’t take Robin’s behavior to heart. She didn’t seem to like anyone, treating Miranda with the same shortness.

“We could just take a picture like last time. She can use my computer to research what it means.” Miranda’s solution was more of a command as she didn’t appreciate the way Robin spoke to you. The women went back and forth with their argument, neither wanting to give in. Rather than speaking up, you allowed Miranda to argue for you.

Robin grew tired of arguing with Miranda, finally giving in to her partner’s desires, “Fine. Take her upstairs.”

“I can show you my desk!“ Miranda grabbed you by your arm and pulled you along behind her, back the way you came from. One thing you truly appreciated about her was the fact she didn’t indulge in the awkwardness of a budding relationship, rather she treated you like a friend she has known since childhood.

Miranda had been so excited to show you her desk, but you wouldn’t have been able to tell if she hadn’t told you it belonged to her. She pulled her desk chair out for you, motioning for you to sit, “It isn’t much, but I like it.”

“It’s lov-”

A coworker of Miranda cut you off, beginning to tease her mercilessly. Your lip curled into a snarl at his prodding of Miranda’s appearance and sexuality, “Way to be a gentleman, Hilmarson. We were wondering when you would begin to show your true colors.”

“You owe me lunch. I told you this was her type, not Griffin.” Another man chimed in, shoving the first coworker towards his desk in the back corner.

From the desk chair, you gazed up at Miranda who began faking a smile as soon as she noticed you staring. She was quick to come up with an excuse for their unforgivable behavior, “They just like to joke around… It’s okay.”

“It’s really not. Miranda, you should-” You felt a sense of righteous justice for Miranda. She was too kind and forgiving to these worst sorts of men. There was a part of you that was tempted to rise up from her desk chair and give those two officers a piece of your mind, but Miranda cutting you off kept you seated.

“Robin texted me the picture!” Miranda exclaimed, offering up her phone for you to view the picture. You took her phone from your hands and propped it against her computer screen. Instead of the Deseret sentence being carved into the young woman’s chest, the killer had written the sentence across her back. Maya’s body had been cut so deliberately, but this seemed to have been a rushed job.

𐐊𐑌𐐻𐐮𐑊 𐐌 𐑀𐐯𐐻 𐐶𐐲𐐻 𐐌 𐐶𐐪𐑌𐐻, 𐑋𐐬𐑉 𐐸𐐬𐑉𐑆 𐐶𐐮𐑊 𐐿𐐲𐑌𐐻𐐮𐑌𐐷𐐭 𐐻𐐭 𐐼𐐨. -𐐞𐐨

“Well, Mir, I think we are looking at the same code. I don’t know if we are dealing with the most creative of individuals.”’ On one side of the monitor you had a copy of the Deseret alphabet and the other was a word document so you could take notes on the syllables. Miranda had a hand on either side of you, leaning down to watch your work from over your shoulder. You attempted to focus on your work, but her proximity was distracting.

“What do you think, bug? What does it say?” Miranda’s voice was filled with excitement. She loved watching you at work a few days ago, and the thought of working with you once more made her giddy. Typically Robin wouldn’t involve Miranda as much as you while researching, so your willingness to involve her made her fondness for you deepen.

You brush aside the sweet nickname, trying to maintain a bit of professionalism instead of teasing or flirting with her. Studying the words for a moment, you sigh in frustration, “None of the words are repeated. We will have to go through it all syllable by syllable again.”

You began working as a team, going back and forth to identify each of the symbols. Miranda began identifying the symbols for you as you typed them out. As you moved closer to decoding the sentence, Miranda seemed to get closer and closer to you, her sternum pressed to the back of your head as she watched the sentence grow. Her eyes narrowed in on the monitor, thoughts swirling as her brain worked through the manner in which the syllables fell together.

Once each of the symbols was decoded, you both began mumbling the syllables altogether to determine the content of the clue. Your minds almost seemed to connect when you both came to the solution simultaneously.

Until I get what I want, more whores will continue to die. -Z

“But what does he want?” You crane your neck to look up at Miranda. She looked vexed with her brow furrowed and eyes lingering on the computer monitor. Whoever was killing these women didn’t seem inclined on stopping anytime soon.

—--

“Be careful, will you?” Miranda hovered near your door, her fingers reaching to grasp yours. You stood with a foot or so of distance between you, hands meeting in the middle, fingers tangled up together. With a gentle sway of her arm, Miranda began swinging your arms back and forth.

“Be careful? What do you mean?” You couldn’t hide how smitten you were with her, your head rolling back to stare at her lovingly.

All evening you had found her to be so charming. She came over to make you ‘breakfast for dinner’ which consisted of you sitting on the kitchen counter while she handed you hot pancakes straight from the griddle. Once you finished one, Mir would kiss your palm before handing you another. She was a hopeless romantic and to this, you were not opposed.

“With… everything going on... I worry…” Miranda wasn’t intending on scaring you, but she would rather have you be diligent than ignorant. Both of her hands came to grasp your one, trying to convey her concern for you.

“Why would I worry about that when I have you?” You try to ease her mind with harmless flirting which seemed to have worked when Miranda smiled down at you.

She raised your hand to her lips, pressing the most gentle of kisses to the back of it before relinquishing you from her grasp, “Goodnight, bug.”

“Goodnight, Mir.” You were hesitant on closing the door, but it was getting late and you’d rather not have Miranda tired for work nor have her driving so late. Miranda tilted her head as you closed the door, lengthening the time she could look at you before you shut the door.

Once alone, you began to straighten up your apartment whilst daydreaming about Miranda. You found her to be so dreamy, in a dorky kind of way. She spoke endlessly about her career, star trek, and a summer volleyball league she created with friends. And while she tended to ramble, she never forgot something once you told it to her. She remembered the beer you liked from the bar, bringing you a case before she came over. Her questions about your work were so in depth and well thought out. From all of the wonderful things you had experienced while with Miranda, it was hard to understand how she could be single.

Your phone pinged every few minutes with a new text from Miranda, so you kept the device at arms length to respond as soon as you received a text. Three consecutive texts came through. She was too cute.

M: I had SOOOO much fun tonight!!! ✨:))

M: Next time I’m thinkin Chinese food 👀

M: Buttttt! we get take out because I know a great restaurant that will make it better than I ever could 😭

You lock the front door and turn off the kitchen lights as you read and then re-read the text messages. Her excitement for pursuing a relationship with you made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Eyes glued to your phone, you wander into your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind yourself. You sprawl across your bed, delaying getting ready for the night for the opportunity to flirt with Miranda via text. It was when Miranda began teasing you about not being ready for bed that you finally stripped yourself of your day clothes.

You toss your dirty clothes in the hamper and pull on your sleep clothes. With each piece of clothing you put on, you lingered over your phone that lay on the bed to continue reading the messages from Miranda. She was having a beer with Robin before she was planning on heading to bed. You finally tuck yourself back into bed, phone cemented to your hand. In the moments between messages from Miranda, you closed your eyes, learning into the pillow and daydreamed about spending more time with sweet little Miranda.

You were drawn from your daydreams when you heard the unmistakable creaking of your front door. Your heart stopped in your chest and your blood turned cold. Holding your breath, you attempted to listen closely, hoping your mind was playing tricks on you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes when you heard the noise: someone was softly whistling to themselves as they wandered about your apartment.

Your phone buzzed on the bed next to you. You debated looking at the message from Miranda, worried the intruder would be able to hear the silent tapping of your fingers against your phone screen. WIth a shaky hand, you reach to grab your phone, careful not to rustle any blankets.

M: Are you finally headed to bed? 😗

M: We should find a show that can be “our show” :))

M: OO! Maybe maybe we can find something on Netflix? What streaming platforms do you have? 🤔

You ignore the messages, choosing to tell her what was going on instead

There is someone in my apartment.

Call the police.

You aren’t able to see if Miranda responded as you dropped your phone to the bed beside you. The whistling grew closer to your bedroom door. Whoever was out there wanted to play mind games with you as they knocked on your door three times before attempting to turn the doorknob. A man’s voice rang out from the otherside, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. It seems like someone is trying to hide from me…”

The man began to laugh as you heard his footfalls move away from your bedroom door. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You needed to hide. Silently, you grabbed your phone and slipped from bed, shifting to the floor. There was space beneath your bed among the bins of cool weather clothes you kept tucked away. You wedge your way under the bed and position the two bins on either side of you, hoping it can create enough coverage to hide yourself if he were to enter.

Finally, you take the time to look at your messages, your ears on high alert for the intruder. After his earlier statement, he wasn’t going to leave until he found you. There was one message and five missed calls from Miranda.

M: I have officers headed there. I’m on my way.

Miranda called again, but you declined the call, not wanting to make any noise or draw any attention to yourself. You texted her you were safe and needed to be quiet before silencing your phone so you could turn your attention back to listening for the intruder.

The apartment was achingly silent. You felt a panic attack rising in your chest, but you attempted to tamp down the feeling, knowing the heavy breathing would reveal your location. The tears once pricking at your eyes now spilled over to your cheeks. Worst case scenarios were swirling in your head and all of them ended with you ending up like the two women that have been found this week.

Scraping against your bedroom window caused you to jump. After many achingly long minutes, a sound finally alluded to the man's location: he was now on your fire escape. You cover your mouth with your hand, gently rocking yourself back and forth as a form of self soothing, but it really wasn’t working. The scraping sound turned so sharp and harsh it made your ears ring. It was the sound of a hunter's knife being drug across the outer surface of your window.

You sobbed silently, mourning for your own impending death. If Miranda wasn’t here by now, it would be very likely there would be no saving you.

The man struggled with your window, shoving the tip of his knife into the window lock in an attempt to break it. You took a deep breath and held it, knowing any second the window would be lifted and the determined intruder would roam freely about your room.

There was a harsh cracking noise. The lock was broken.

He lifted the window slowly, attempting to increase the fear coursing through your body. You held your breath, positive he could hear your inhales and exhales. The window was open a few inches when he spoke to you once more, “I know you’re in here. Why don’t you come on out? You can translate the Deseret alphabet as I carve it into your skin…”

You were so focused on the sounds from your bedroom window, you hadn’t heard the opening of your front door. Now a force slammed against your bedroom door, breaking the lock, Miranda’s voice rang clear, “Get him.”

From your position under the bed, you couldn’t see Miranda grab her coworker by the vest and shove him towards the window where the intruder had been. The perpetrator now was scrambling down the stairs of the fire escape with two police officers trying their best to keep up with them. You could hear the officers struggling to get through the window due to their gear. One of the men was able to squeeze through and you heard three rounds discharge from his weapon before hearing a breathy, “Fuck…”

The room went quiet as the two police officers tramped down the fire escape in pursuit of the potentially wounded intruder. Miranda’s voice came quietly, “Y/n? Where are you? It’s safe to come out…”

You waste no time pushing the bin of clothes out of the way, leaning towards her boots. At the first movement of the bin, Miranda sank to her hands and knees. She lifted the bedskirt and made eye contact with you. Her outfit was disheveled from her manic way of dressing herself so she could come to your aid. Miranda extended a hand to you, her voice filled with guilt, “I’m sorry… I never should have left you alone.”

You didn’t speak. Your whole body was trembling and you couldn’t get the sound of the man’s voice from your head, you can translate the Deseret alphabet as I carve it into your skin. You allowed Miranda to guide you from under the bed, immediately pulling you into her arms when she was able. Once in the safety of her arms, the sobs began wracking your body and you allowed yourself to cry openly.

Miranda held you in her lap, rocking you back and forth and talking to you quietly, “I’m here now… No one is going to hurt you while I’m here…”

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Miranda took you down to the station, keeping you near her at all times. Her protective hand was splayed across your back, guiding you through the front doors and back to her desk. She pushed you down into the desk chair and leaned in close, her hands rubbing your arms, “I’m going to be right there in my boss’s office. We are going to find you a place to stay…”

You only heard half of what Miranda was telling you. The scene from your room replayed over and over in your mind, distracting you from the world around you. Miranda leaves you in her desk chair. She stands a few feet away in Adrian’s doorway, watching you from the corner of her eye as she speaks to him. They talk in hushed tones, leaving you out of the conversation, but Miranda’s furrowed brow and clenched fists told you the conversation wasn’t going her way.

Minutes more passed and finally Miranda was back at your side. Her hand pulled you up from the chair and her face dipped low by your ear, “You are coming home with me.”

—----

Miranda seemed to have an entire plan for your next few days. You would remain at her home where she could watch over you and she kept repeating the phrase, ‘I’ll find him and I’ll kill him.’ Maybe it was comforting to Miranda to hear, but you were trying not to think of the man who wanted you dead.

Now as her ward, Miranda seemed to have left your romantic relationship in the past. She was attempting to maintain an air of professionalism between caring gestures. Miranda fixed you a bed on her couch and showed you multiple times her doors were locked. She puttered around the kitchen, offering you tea, snacks, or a beer. In actuality, Miranda was hoping you would fall asleep on the couch in the time she was awake so she knew you were sleeping peacefully. Slumber never came for you.

Miranda awkwardly wished you goodnight and headed off to bed, leaving her bedroom door cracked. You stared awake at the ceiling, listening to the movements in the apartment above, each gust of wind against the windows, and natural shifting of the building. Each moment you expected to hear the twisting of the front door handle or the sliding of the living room window. The anxiety from the anticipation caused tears to well in your eyes once more.

You weren’t sure what to do. On one hand you could just go into Miranda’s room and tell her you couldn’t sleep, but you didn’t want to be a burden more than you already were. You glance over to Miranda’s room and a dim light from a bedside lamp flooded from the crack in the door, perhaps you could just go in to chat for a little bit. The feeling of guilt weighed heavily as you moved from the couch towards Miranda’s bedroom with one of her blankets wrapped around your shoulders.

You knock twice and push the door open. A wide grin spreads across Miranda’s face once she lays eyes on you, “Hiya, bug. Can’t sleep, huh?”

Her greeting brings a pained smile to your face. Was it that obvious? You glance up at the ceiling, not wanting to be looking at her if you begin to cry again, “I- Well, I was just- You have already done so much for me and- I wanted to ask you-”

“Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” Miranda cocked her head, her hand reaching out to draw back the covers on the open side of the bed. You only nod in response and allow yourself to approach the bed. Slipping into bed next to her, your eyes feel heavy just being surrounded by her presence and scent. Her bed smelled faintly of men’s deodorant and freshly laundered sheets. You remembered how she raved about how well men’s deodorant worked

You move the pillow so you can hug it close while you lay your head on it. Miranda smiles down at you, brushing a few stray hairs from your face, “Try and sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”

“Thank you, Andy.” You reach up, pulling her hand from your face. You lift your head and place it under your cheek, holding her close. Miranda bit her lip, smiling widely at the affection, but you couldn’t see her adoring gaze as your eyes were now shut. With slow deep breaths, you focused in on Miranda’s protective presence, knowing she would keep her promise of keeping you safe.

#miranda hilmarson x reader #miranda hilmarson #fanfic #top of the lake #gwendoline christie #gwen christie #organs in the wash

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anabdaniels · 7 months

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Cowboytober Day 13- Daddy kink/DDLG

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Plus Size Female Reader

Word counting: 2k

Rating: 18+

Warning: Oral (f receiving), praising, undertones of body worship, low self-esteem, spooning sex.

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Part 2: Cowboytober Day 29.

Jack had procrastinated his retirement from the agent life for a good amount of time, always thinking that he could stay on the field for a few more time, but when he realized that you two would end up getting married, he didn’t hesitate to end his career as an agent; he couldn’t bear the idea of how much you would suffer if something serious happened to him and just his work at the distillery was enough stress for him. Furthermore, his time already was well spent taking care of you, after all, you weren’t just his wife, but also daddy’s good girl.

When you decided to tell him that you were into all the daddy stuff, you were ready to receive a no about it but ended up that Jack seemed deeply interested in the whole concept, asking you a lot of questions about it and, after he spent a few days pondering and doing unending researches, you two were finally sitting to discuss how it would work and establish limits and rules.

After the first practical try, you were a bit incredulous about the fact that he wasn’t familiar with such a thing, because he was damn good with it, almost like a natural talent, especially when it comes to finding a good balance between pampering and discipline you. Jack spoiled you rotten every single day, but he was strict with rules; thanks to his businessman side, you had a carefully planned list of daily activities to do, and you couldn’t cheat about it, he would carefully inspect if you had done everything and you could bet, he would give you a punishment for it, even that he was too soft-hearted to give you hard penalties.

On that afternoon, you were focused on the task you had: organizing all your stationary material. Usually, you had more than one thing to do, but at the weekends it used to be only one or two easy tasks, just to keep you entertained while Jack was around the ranch taking care of the animals.

When you were taking a final look at your now perfectly aligned desk, you heard Jack entering the bedroom, and looked directly at him with a proud smile, expecting his reaction excitedly, still sitting on your chair.

“Well, well, seems that my baby had worked hard while I was out.” He smiled while resting his hands on your shoulders and kissing the top of your head.

“I’m still not sure about organizing it by color.” You said while looking at the desk again.

“Don’t worry about that, you’ve done an incredible job, babygirl.” Jack grabbed your chin softly, making you look at him and kissing the tip of your nose “Now c’mere, darling.” He grabbed both of your hands, making you get up and walk towards the bed, sitting on its edge and placing you on his lap “You’ve behaved very well this week, so you’re getting a reward. Anything you want, my love.” He said calmly while caressing your hair.

“Anything?” you asked excitedly, smiling openly when he nodded “I already know what I want.” You affirmed while leaning forward to rub your face on his neck with your arms wrapped around his waist.

“What a naughty girl.” He chuckled and grabbed your thighs “Are you sure? From everything you can ask, that’s what you want?”

“Yes, I want you, daddy.” You answered rubbing your cheek on his jaw.

“Then you should receive.” He grabbed your face between his hands and kissed your lips softly for a brief moment “Help your old daddy and take off your dress.” You nodded and obeyed promptly, getting rid of your dress. Jack leaned back to take a good look at you, grabbing your thick waist, and caressing it gently. “Seems that someone is finally obeying the rule of no underwear at home.” He mentioned with a smirk and moved on the bed, lying you on your back “Does my beautiful girl have any special request?” you shook your head negatively and he smiled “You’re so easy to please, my love.” He approached his face of yours, kissing you slowly. You sighed softly and passed your arms around his neck, relaxing under his body.

Just when you needed to catch your breath, Jack moved down, kissing your neck and caressing the sides of your body, making you soften even more on the bed. He planted a soft kiss on the space between your breasts while cupping both of them and rubbing your nipples softly, making you sigh and squirm on the bed. He kept going down, kissing every inch of your chubby belly, moving one hand to caress your skin, and taking his time to caress and kiss your rounded lower stomach.

You could only whimper and grab his hair when he finally moved his mouth between your legs, directing all his attention to your needy clit while gently pinching your nipple with his other hand still on your lower stomach, massaging that region. You propped in one elbow to take a look at the whole scene, loving the vision of him buried between your legs, looking very pleased to be there, licking and sucking your clit with an unfair precision.

The hardest you were trying, your hips started to make small involuntary moves, which resulted in you choking on your breath when you moved against his face, making his nose and mustache rub slightly on you. You could hear his satisfied chuckle with that scene and he seemed to want to mess a bit more with you as he intensified his rhythm, putting a bit more pressure on your lower stomach, circling and rubbing your nipple with his fingertip.

As much as you wanted to enjoy it longer, you couldn’t resist that amazing view of your man so invested on please you and being so damn good at doing it. You allowed your body to be taken by that pleasure that had been growing in your womb, tightening your grip on his hair and moaning considerably loudly, getting even more wet as you reached your climax, collapsing on the bed right after it.

You honestly couldn’t say how long you remained with your eyes closed while calming yourself, the only thing you knew was the pleasant surprise you had when you opened your eyes, noticing that Jack had got rid of his clothes while you were catching your breath. He lay by your side, caressing your cheek softly while admiring your face.

“You look so pretty like that, my love. Now tell me, how would you like to receive your reward?” you thought for a moment and looked away, feeling stupid by the option you considered.

“It’s up to you, daddy. The one I’d like it’s not an option.” You answered the softest you could.

“I’m the one who’ll decide that, now tell me.” Despite being demanding, his tone was warm, when you shook your head negatively, Jack grabbed your chin, making you look at him “Sweetheart, daddy is demanding an answer. Don’t ruin your good behavior now, baby. Tell me what I want to know.”

“Spooning.” You answered in a low tone, closing your eyes for a moment.

“And why do you think it ain’t an option?” his tone kept soft and his fingers were still holding your chin.

“I know I’m too big for that.” You answered feeling your cheeks getting slightly red.

“Where did you get these absurd ideas from?” he chuckled and pulled you closed, giving you a soft peck on the lips “We’ll certainly discuss this later, but for now, I’ll give my precious girl what she wants.”

Gently, he turned your body on the bed, holding you from behind and kissing the curve of your neck, then moving his hand down, splitting your legs, letting your lower leg rest on top of his thigh. You bit your bottom lip and closed your eyes when the tip of his cock rubbed against your wet cunt, before he slid slowly inside you, letting you feel how every inch filled you.

Jack moved his hand up to your stomach, gently grabbing your soft flesh while kissing your shoulder and moving his hips at a constant calm pace. His other arm was under your neck, your head rested on his bicep while his hand laid on your chest, caressing your breasts. You moaned quietly and placed one hand on his forearm that was in your waist, and your other hand moved to squeeze your pillow.

Even if you needed to, you wouldn’t be able to remember when was the last time you had been so relaxed and comfortable as you were in that moment, feeling the warmth of Jack’s hands and body on your skin while making love with you was unquestioningly the best thing you ever felt.

You turned your head while reaching for him and Jack promptly got the message, approaching his face of yours and kissing you passionately, while still caressing your chubby tummy that he loved so much, he had even established a rule that he could give you a punishment if you kept with your mean comments about it or any other part of your body; he couldn’t accept your unfair criticism about the absolutely breathtaking beautiful body you had.

After some moments, you wondered if it had been a good idea to kiss him in such a pleasant position because you had plenty of awareness that you wouldn’t hold yourself back for too long, it felt so good to have him all over you like that. When you involuntarily squeezed his cock inside you, Jack got the confirmation he needed to be sure that you were close to your climax and he couldn’t be more thankful about it, once he knew he couldn’t last much longer. Having your beautiful curved body that close to his while he could touch every inch of your skin aroused the poor man to a whole new level.

Feeling his self-control about to betray him, Jack moved his hand down, touching your clit at the same pace he was thrusting into you, making you moan and squirm, sinking your nails into his forearm as he pushed you to the limit. When finally, you reached your orgasm, Jack whimpered quietly, moving his hand back to your stomach, groping the region slightly rougher than before. His hand that was on your chest moved to find yours, making you let go of the pillow, intertwining his fingers on yours, and squeezing your hand as he came deep inside you. Finally, both of you needed to recover your breaths, breaking the kiss, but keeping your faces closer. You moaned quietly as Jack kept moving, leading you to another orgasm, making you clench around him tighter than before as you enjoyed another climax.

When none of you two could handle it anymore, he started to decrease the move of his hips until he stopped completely, burying his face in your neck while he tried to get his composure back, both of you breathing heavily and sweating considerably. After a few minutes like that, even with the feeling of your skin sticky, you were about to fall asleep, getting a bit more awake when Jack kissed your cheek.

“Stay awake, darling.” He asked softly and you needed a lot of effort to open your eyes.

“But I’m tired, daddy.” You complained in a slurred voice.

“I know that, my angel.” He cupped your cheek and caressed it with his thumb “But you need a bath. You can take a nap after it.”

“Alright.” You answered in a lazy voice, rubbing your eyes to try to stay awake.

“And, by the way, since this was supposed to be your reward but I’ve enjoyed it as much or even more than you, you are still allowed to ask me anything you want.” He told you in a warm voice and kissed your forehead, carefully taking you in his arms and walking to the bathroom.

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