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tymime · 26 days

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Public Domain cartoon characters from the Golden Age of Animation (and beyond)

Revised and expanded version of this post: https://tymime.tumblr.com/post/648495121557585920/instead-of-whining-about-mickey-mouse-not-falling

While Mickey entering the public domain is exciting and all, I do think a lot of people are overlooking the many other animated characters that are available to use in their creative works. This list isn't entirely exhaustive, but it does highlight some of the most interesting and/or appealing characters, as well as ones that have the potential to be so.

Koko the Clown

One of the oldest cartoon stars from the Fleischer studio, almost all of Koko's silent-era cartoons are PD, and have been for quite some time. A handful of his appearances alongside Betty Boop are also PD.

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit

Oswald's PD status has been greatly overshadowed by his fellow Disney star Mickey, but I believe that he deserves more recognition. All of the shorts produced by the Disney studio are PD as of this year, and let's face it, those are the only ones most people care about. Pegleg Pete's bear design is also PD.

Keep in mind that the blue shorts that Oswald wears in Epic Mickey and elsewhere are likely copyrighted, so I recommend steering clear of that.

I'm also not entirely sure you can use the name "Ortensia" for his cat girlfriend, since that name first appeared in Epic Mickey also. She was called "Kitty" back in the day, among other things.

All of Van Beuren Studio's cartoons

The Van Beuren Studio was active during the rubberhose era, and their cartoons, especially the earlier ones, are like a cruder, possibly even more bizarre cousin to Fleischer and Disney. They went bust in the late 1930s, and no one renewed the copyright later on, so the entirety of their output is PD.

Their most notable characters include Tom and Jerry, a pair of average Joes who always get into strange adventures. They shouldn't be confused with MGM's Tom and Jerry, and in fact they were called Dick and Larry when their shorts were rereleased for the home-movie market in the 1940s.

Also notable is Waffles and Don, who are basically just animal versions of Tom and Jerry. You might consider these two as a better alternative, just to avoid confusion.

There's also Cubby Bear, a pretty blatant Mickey Mouse clone, but unique enough that I don't think anybody’s going to confuse the two nowadays.

In the previous post, I mentioned a rumor that Disney threatened legal action over the character, but I can't find the source for that now. I may have been thinking of Milton Mouse, who was so extremely similar to Mickey that they actually did sue the studo for copyright infringement. So maybe don't try selling any Milton merchandise...

Finally, there's Molly Moo-Cow, who appeared in several Rainbow Parade cartoons in the mid-to-late 1930s. Molly is arguably not the most interesting character, but I have a fondness for her since we grew up with one of her shorts on a VHS tape.

Toby the Pup

Another very obscure character, about half of his cartoons are lost media. The little that does survive is hard to find online, but I think his design has appeal.

Dr. XXX

Disney's The Mad Doctor was never renewed for reasons unknown, though some speculate that the studio thought that the cartoon was too scary and decided to let it go. Fortunately for us, that means that this iconic character is now in the people's hands.

Goopy Geer

Goopy appeared in the three Merrie Melodies cartoons alongside his unnamed girlfriend. Despite his name and appearance being similar to Disney's Goofy, he actually made his debut about a month before (Goofy was named Dippy Dawg at the time anyway, so it was undoubtedly a coincidence).

Claude Hopper

Claude appeared in a single Looney Tunes cartoon in 1943 called Hop and Go, alongside a pair of Scottish rabbits who antagonize him. The cartoon ends with a very unfortunate depiction of Tokyo being blown up (World War II was still going on at the time), so it's no surprise that Warner Bros. decided not to renew this one. Despite that, he has a very appealing design (imo), so I think he has potential. (Also, he's voiced by Pinto Colvig, the original voice of Goofy!)

Private Snafu and Mr. Hook

Snafu and Hook were created for the US government, so according to the law are automatically public domain. The shorts were made to be shown to members of the US army and navy respectively, in order to teach them valuable lessons for fighting in WWII, but are nevertheless hilarious cartoons- animated by the Looney Tunes team with scripts by Ted Geisel- aka Dr. Seuss!

The Dover Boys

Also of note are the ComiColor cartoons from the Iwerks studio, Rainbow Parade from Van Beuren, and most of the Color Classics by Fleischer. These don't have any especially memorable characters in them, but I thought I ought to mention them.

Yes, Tom, Dick and Larry, Dora Standpipe and the villainous Dan Backslide are all public domain. A bunch of YouTube Poops were created after this fact was discovered by the internet a few years ago.

How Warner Bros. could ever let this one get away I'll never know. Their loss is our gain, I suppose.

Caveats and other concerns

Krazy Kat

Felix the Cat

All of the strips up to 1928 are definitely fair game. According to the Public Domain Superheroes wiki however, the entirety of the strip's run is PD. I'm not sure if it that's true, but the Fantagraphics collections don't credit any newspaper syndicate, so it seems likely. (Apparently the copyright status of newspaper comics are a whole can of worms on its own...)

At any rate, the strip's cast was pretty well set in stone by 1928, so it shouldn't be much of a problem. A large number of animated shorts starring Krazy are also PD, but those were pretty much in name only.

Flip the Frog

Felix was pretty much the first cartoon superstar, and almost all of his Golden Age appearances are PD now. Keep in mind that this does not include elements from the 1950s cartoon like his magic bag, or from The Twisted Tales of Felix, as amazing as that series is.

The character's name and appeance are still trademarked by NBC Universal however, so you might be able to use him in a minor role, but not much else.

I'm uncertain about this one. According to most sources Flip is PD, but according to the Thunderbean Blu-ray collection he's copyrighted by the Film Preservation Archives, whatever that means. Additionally, Flip himself is supposedly trademarked by Leslie Iwerks, Ub Iwerks’ granddaughter, though no one seems to be able to confirm that. I don't know how the trademark hasn't lapsed yet, considering that Flip hasn't appeared on any official merchandise or anything in decades.

Bosko and Honey

I believe there's nothing stopping anyone from using Bosko's classic design (later appearances at MGM and in Tiny Toons are still copyrighted), but the character himself is a bit problematic, considering that it's all but stated outright that he's a blackface caricature. Use with caution.

Foxy and Roxy

Noveltoons

Like Goopy Geer, Foxy appeared in three Merrie Melodies cartoons. Roxy's name originates from an episode of Tiny Toon Adventures however, so keep that in mind. Though I'm not sure what else you would call her (or if Warner Bros. would even care). Supposedly her original name was "Fluffy", but I can't find a source for this.

Like Bosko and Honey, later appearances in Tiny Toons are still copyrighted.

Noveltoons was a series produced by Famous Studios, the successor to the Fleischer studio. The characters include Baby Huey, Herman the mouse, Blackie the sheep, Little Audrey, and of course, Casper the Friendly Ghost. Only a small handful of the shorts are PD though, and Casper is trademarked, so one's options are limited.

Ginger Nutt (and rest of the Animaland cast)

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964)

This one I'm not entirely sure about either, but Ginger Nutt's Christmas Circus has long been a staple of grey-market tapes and DVDs, so I'm just going to assume all of the Animaland cartoons are also PD. Considering that the series wasn't very sucessful, and is very obscure nowadays, it seems pretty likely.

If anyone has any insight on this, let me know.

Calvin and the Colonel

Now here's an interesting case. An all-time classic Christmas special, and yet large parts of it are PD because they accidentally put the wrong date on the copyright notice. Instead of the Roman numerals MCMLXIV (1964), it reads MCLXIV (1164), and according to the law at the time, that meant that the film immediately went into public domain.

Of course, Rudolph himself is still copyrighted, and will be until 2035 when the original book falls into the public domain. Even then he's likely to still be trademarked. Not to mention the songs featured in the '64 film will be copyrighted for a long time afterward.

Still, this means that anyone is free to use all the other characters, including Hermey, Yukon Cornelius, King Moonracer, Clarice, and all the Misfit Toys. It's a wonder no one seems to have taken advantage of this. And of course Santa and his reindeer have been PD for ages, especially Santa since he comes from folklore- and you can't copyright folklore.

This cartoon is based on and stars a lot of the same voice cast as the old-time radio show Amos and Andy, which, while not overtly racist, featured white actors pretending to be black. The cartoon obviously has animals instead, but still, tread carefully. Someone is bound to point out the characters' history.

Hoppity Hooper

Another one I'm not sure about. The Public Domain Superheroes wiki has characters from this show among its articles, but I wasn't able to confirm if it really was PD. It was created by Jay Ward, the same studio who made Rocky & Bullwinkle and George of the Jungle, but was also a huge flop for some reason, so that may be the reason why they let the copyright expire. Again, I'm not sure, but no one seems to care that the entire series is on YouTube, so who knows?

...Well, there you have it. Lots of obscure and forgotten toons waiting to be rediscovered and reused! If anyone has any more info or corrections, leave me a comment. I'd love some clarification on some of these.

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steveisagay · 1 year

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Could you maybe write a fluff fic about m!reader x Eddie? Where the reader has had a shitty day but Eddie is there(so it’s immediately better imo). Eddie asks the reader what’s wrong and all the reader does is just face plant into Eddie’s chest and mumbles something about someone at work being awful. Ends in sappy cute cuddles and Eddie making terrible(yet funny) dad jokes to cheer up his boy, with kisses included.

"It's okay, you did good today,"

Eddie Munson x M!reader

Thank you so much for your request! Whenever you show up in my notifications it reminds me that people actually like my writing

Warnings: swearing as always, slight homophobia, slight allusions to a car crash, I accidentally made it more angsty than needed, other than that it's fluff, also a mention of kids

Today was shit. Y/N's work was shit, and so was having to deal with people all day long. Normally he would have no problem with a few needy or bitchy customers, but not when they just came in over and over and over. It took almost everything in him not to walk out or hide in the back until he could go home.

Going home made everything worth it. Not only could he sink into the blankets covering his bed, but he could always sink into the arms of his lover as well. While Y/N had to work the standard 9 to 5, Eddie was out selling different types of drugs to the same dickheads he condemned, well, and the typical loser.

Driving home was tense, he was gripping at the steering wheel, trying to keep it all together. He didn't bother to turn on the radio, as he was already driving 10 over the limit. His fingers loosely played with the keys, but making sure to keep his eyes on the road so he could at least still get home to Eddie.

His hands shook as he fiddled the key into the knob. He already heard the faint sounds of the tv. When he finally got the door open he didn't bother hanging up his keys, instead tossing them on the counter without looking where they actually landed.

"Hi baby!" Eddie practically yelled throwing his hands up in the air, his words muffled by whatever he was snacking on. Y/N took quick steps until he found himself hidden in Eddie's neck. "Baby, what's wrong?" He ran his hands down his boyfriend's back as Y/N finally relaxed after his long day.

When Y/N answered it came out as a mumbled mess where the only coherent words were 'work' and 'people'. "Yeah baby, people suck," Eddie felt as he grabbed onto his shirt harder, moving his hand to stroke their hair, "it's okay, you did good today," his eyes grew wider when he started to feel his lovely boyfriend start to shake. He gave a quick squeeze before saying anything else.

"Baby,"

His heart ached when when he heard the small 'yeah..' that came from the crook of his neck.

"Wanna hear a joke?" His smile gleamed when he felt the small nod against his skin. "Okay so, how do cows stay up to date?"

"I don't know, how Eds?"

"They read the moos-paper" he replied with a small chuckle, "Next," he paused, for dramatic effect of course, "Where do pirates get their hooks?"

Finally, Y/N looked up, eyes glistening as he made contact with his adorable boyfriend. "Where Eddie?"

"The second hand store." He snickered

"Oh my god, that was terrible."

"Why thank you," he was just happy to make him feel better, "Now, what's blue and not heavy?"

Y/N giggled, "I don't know, a bucket?"

"No! Light blue!"

Then he hurled a pillow from the end of the couch, "Oh my god Eddie, when did you become a dad?"

There was a small pause, "Whenever you're ready."

Y/N was stunned, they'd been together for almost a year, but they'd never talked about kids. "Eddie..." A sense of sorrow overtook his eyes again, "We can't..."

Eddie made sure to press a kiss to his forehead, then to his lips. "I'm sure we can figure things out," he pressed another kiss to his lips, then his nose, "I know the system isn't exactly in our favor, but we can figure something out."

His eyes had started to glisten again, they'd never talked about having kids because, well, they're two men.

Eddie pressed three more kisses along his cheeks and back to his forehead. "What's brown and sticky?"

He laughed again, "I don't know Eddie, what is brown and sticky?"

"A stick," he pressed a kiss to his lips once again.

Y/N chuckled, "you are horrible, I hope you're proud of yourself."

Eddie let out a laugh of his own. "Actually I am quite proud of myself."

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson fluff

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mortiskiller · 7 months

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A companion piece, the feeder perspective to a story by @thefoolandthehermit and I. Make sure to read them both!

It was a short drive to the dispensary, maybe thirty minutes round trip, enough time for the groceries I ordered to be ready for pick up. As I pulled into the driveway, the kitchen light caught my attention. “Silly girl must be hungry after last night.” I thought, grabbing the groceries, every bag bulging with ingredients and treats for my voluptuous growing girl.

The sound of me opening the door stopped her dead in the hall. Thick round and heavy ass cheeks stretched a pair of pink panties to their limits, a drooping pair of love handles covered the waistband of her oh so small panties.

“Princess.” I addressed her, she knew to turn around. Thick pillar-like legs that touched to her calves shifted her jiggling bulk around. A light red spread over her plump peach shaped cheeks as she looked at me, hands filled with a half gallon of chocolate milk and two cold slices of pizza. “You know you’re not supposed to be on your feet today, remember?”

As she chewed on her pizza the sudden realization of our deal came back to her. Today my lardy princess was not supposed to move a muscle besides to eat or use the bathroom. A whole day of being pampered, being lazy, being indulgent. The light red of her cheeks deepened as she realized her mistake. Placing the bags in the kitchen as she finished her pizza and chugged half the milk, my hands gliding over her wide seat filling hips, squeezing her hips as her legs buckle slightly and a breathy moan escapes from between lips still glistening with milky chocolate. I steer her like a cow grazing in a pasture, she knows she as no choice in the matter, it's not like the 400 plus pound princess can protest anyway.

She has been talking about this day all week. A day off work and a day for me to remind her that she was my feedee. My growing, thickening, cow.

I spin her around and sit her down onto the couch, aiming for the dent her sixty five inch hips have catered into it. Her belly and tits jiggle as she falls into the dent, the usual chorus of creaking wood and grating metal greeting her prodigious bulk.

“The couch could not break anymore.” she said looking at me with a slight hope she was not too big. A slight smile crossed my face as I kissed her forehead, “We’ll see…”.

In a short time the coffee table in front of her is filled end to end with the bounty of the grocery store. Bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, and her favorite, a heaping mound of chicken and waffles. Her eyes look to be fucking the food as her tongue licks plump lips, her chubby hands and sausage fingers rub a gut that spills across her thighs and on to her knees. I could see she wanted to leap off the couch and kiss me, like she did 200 pounds ago, but instead her loving eyes drew me to sit down as her favorite bong was pressed into her pudgy belly. Her hips flowed into my side, warm plush fat sending a shiver up my spine.

Over the next hour I took turns bringing the bong to her lips and shoving in forkfuls of food as the weed dulled her sense of time and space. My plan was to get her so high she loses all control and gives in completely to me. Each bite is followed by a deep hit of the bong. No exhaling, just swallowing and chewing.

As the last bite of waffle passed her sticky lips, her groans and gentle moos filled the living room. In just under an hour my SSBBW cow had finished a breakfast big enough for a family of five and smoked two grams of weed. Eyes closed, leaned back into her ass groove, as her hands rubbed and kneaded her tight belly. She was so lost in the stuffing she did not notice me grab her vape pen. Loaded inside was a new flavor of high potency THC, just what I needed to make her mine for the day. A fuzzy headed cow mooing for more food.

The cold metal of the pen touched her lips, “Take a hit now.”. Her lips curl around the tip, inhaling deeply as she takes a large hit. I can tell the weed is hitting her hard. Her eyes open wide as the effects take hold. What little hold on reality she had is slipping. Her hands gripped her bulging upper belly as greed took over. In a matter of minutes she is begging for more food.

Bag of chips and candy, plates of grilled cheese and bowls of soup, half a dozen boosts disappear into her cavernous gut as the weed keeps her fuzzy and greedy.

Rubbing her belly as she chugs the last boost, I marvel at her size. Her belly is so tight and firm, but the lower belly rolls are soft as butter, spreading over her thighs like an avalanche of creamy stretch mark covered blubber. I take time to massage her taut belly, kneading it to compact all the food down so her weed addled brain thinks she is hungry again. A roaring blech brings her back to some semblance of reality as I continue making room for her to eat. “Daddy, is it lunch time?”. She asks through barely opened eyes blurry and red from the immense amount of THC pulsing around her body. I chuckle slightly thinking that she thinks hours have flown by, instead of the two since her breakfast feeding session. It's barely past ten in the morning.

As my hands push gas out of her our, both ends of her showing the effects of eating ten thousand calories in three hours, I lean into her yielding form and whisper, “You need more, baby. You're not ready yet. I need you so much fatter. More fuzzy brained, more obedient.”. I bring the pen back to her lips and leave it there till she takes a deep, long, hard hit. My other hand snakes between her thighs, I feel them wiggle and squeeze my hand. “Is my cow getting hungry and horny?” thick warm honied words fill her ear. She takes another deep hit of the pen. "That's it, get nice and dumb piggy. Just how I like you." Taking the pen away her head falls back as she moans and moos, she always does this when her brain is soaked in weed, arousal, and dopamine from being fed.

I take my time to grope her fattening body, licking and kissing each stretch mark, tasting her mouth and the flavors of her meals. The oven dings to let me know the pan of brownies is done. As I bring the warm, gooey and heavy pan laden with enough butter, sugar, and chocolate to kill a normal person, her mouth is hanging open. I see my opening and start shoving in hunks of brownie by the handful. She doesn't resist, just a dumb smile between bites as she paws at her FUPA and thighs. Just how I like her, stuffed and so horny she is an eating machine.

The last handful I scrape out of the pan and into her mouth brings a rumble for her stomach. I can feel her belly shake as it begs for more food. The piggy's belly wants more. Such a deeply arousing moment for a feeder brings a grunt from my mouth. "Such a perv." she laughs and I smirk at her.

"Says the half naked fatty, eating and smoking whatever I give her." a familiar crimson shoots across her cheeks. My hands pull her thighs apart, causing her gut to drop between her legs. A gasp rips out of her mouth followed by a deep throaty moan as the full force of her obesity hits her. She is quiet after that.

This continued for hours. Between naps to settle her stomach and give me time to prepare meal after meal, she was an absolute blimp by the end of the night. The appetite enhancers, shakes, weed, and mountains of food had rendered her immobile on the couch, at least until she could sleep for 24 hours. When I would use the bathroom or run to the pantry for something, her sweaty wheezing face would show me the futile attempts to move.

She was too high, too fat, dependent on whatever I wanted to do next. After today, her body would convert this gluttony into new heavy immobilizing fat. Hanging sheets of lard that would make it easier and easier to feed her into a couch locked sow that could only eat, smoke, and groan. She lies there clutching her gravid looking belly, soothing it like a heavily pregnant woman, instead of a morbidly obese whale. As the food settled into her stomach, mixing and churning, every minute I could see her body struggle to hold the thirty thousand calories into her gut.

The rocking back and forth of her hips told me she was unbearably horny. Under her hanging gut and hefty FUPA I can almost hear her genitals begging to be used.

As I stood in the kitchen getting her dessert ready, a loud crack followed by her yelling for Daddy. I ran over to her looking over the immensity of her body, she had broken the couch and the splinters were under her ass. The sow was sitting on the floor!

"I told you you'd break it.." I say standing at the door way chuckling. "Look at you, whiney and dumb. Bet you don't even understand that it was your fat ass that's broken the couch". She shakes her head, then slowly realizes it was her beluga sized ass and gut that broke it.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. Please help me up, please!. I want to go to the bedroom! I want you to touch me!" she pleads as her flabby arms wave and beg for me to lift her up. Leaning over her, rubbing circles around her navel and holding a box of jelly donuts, her eyes see the dozen fried sugar bombs and her gut growls again.

"You're not going anywhere my sweet." I flip the box open and without hesitation shove a jelly filled donut sloppily into her mouth. My hand covers her mouth, making sure she can't even think about not swallowing the whole thing. She was so insatiable,her eating sounded like a fucking orgy. Wet squelching of her fat lips coated in thick layers of jelly and pastry, her moans from a packed mouth of fried dough and sugar, the high pitched screams as she pawed her hidden genitals.

So focused on eating and taking the next doughnut whole, she failed to notice me spreading her legs, nibbling the soft sensitive flesh of her thighs.

"More! Please!" she pleads and her words are met, another donut shoved into her mouth as I suck her buried clit. "Fuck!" muffled by pastry and lust comes from her lips. Her clit leaked into my mouth, I could swear it tasted like icing.

"Cum on my face baby, you can cum as much as you want, you just have to keep eating." I say bringing another doughnut to her lips. Once the two donuts were gone there was little reprieve for her clit and her belly. I could tell the fast pace and force of the feeding was making her stuffed again and this was only donut three of twelve. Her thighs tensing around my head let me know a second orgasm was ripping through her body.

Parting her legs, I kissed her deeply, "Keep eating princess, I promise if you finish it all Daddy will make you feel so good. I'll make sure I breed you nice and deep." my hand slaps her churning screaming gut and a belch loudly followed by a pained moan with hints of arousal.

I giggle at her "There's my growing girl. Now, have another donut. I'm not done with you and I won't be for a while-"

#audio #feedist audio #feedist fiction #wg audio #wg fiction #wg story #weight gain #male feeder #belly play #feedee girl #chubby

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trooperette97 · 11 months

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The original three of @scoutandcowpany 's Moos!!! Sweet Tea, Lemoncita and Beasley!!!

Thank you Scout for sharing your Moos!!! I really enjoy seeing pictures of them and hearing all about the antics that they (and your ferrets and cats) get up to lol!!!

Hope I got the details right (I think this is the first time drawing bovines, tend to stick to equines with large animals) and if you'd like each on separate, different colour background and/or without the text let me know!!!

[Picture ID: Coloured and shaded digital drawing of 3 black and white cattle portraits on a purple grey background with the text 'The Original Trio' written above.

The steer on the left has the text 'Stink Man' and 'Beasley' written next to him. He has a black face with a white blaze down the middle.

The cow in the middle has the text 'The matriarch' and 'Sweet Tea' written next to her. She has a black face with 2 white triangles, the one at the top of her head has the point facing down and the point faces up on the one on the bottom.

The cow on the right has the text 'Angel Baby' and 'Lemoncita' written around her. She has a black face with a small white dot on her forehead and chin.]

#my art #cows #steer #others animals #scoutandcowpany #sweet tea #lemoncita #beasley #digital art

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the-illiterate-pirate · 6 months

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Congrats on 1000 followers! How about some monster fucking headcanons with were Wes?

K so my brain blocked out the "were" part of this ask but uh idrc so I'm giving you werewolf Weather along with some of my other favorite monster imagines because it's my boyfriend and I get to do whatever I want w him thanks

1k special post! Still going btw! Send me requests so I don't have to finish my Blackmore and my Weather Report fics!

Monster boy Weather Report HCs ♡ (NSFW)

Werewolf!Weather

• He'll be biting shit, getting saliva everywhere. Ofc he licks all of his bites better afterwards as a little apology

• Loves to mount you from behind ♡

• After he's fucked you good and barely conscious he turns into the biggest baby and begs for head/ear scratches. If you indulge him his tail turns into a weapon, so take caution.

• Speaking of his tail... give it a nice, gentle tug. Play with it a little.... he's a shaking mess

• Acts like he's addicted to eating you out and will overstimulate you with his tongue. Same goes for his dick too, obviously, so pick your poison ig

• Even if he's not going through a rut, or hadn't transformed yet, he's so easy to turn on, just grab his tail, itch behind the ears, give him some belly rubs, and he's immediately turned on.

• He's soo fucking hairy oh god

• Let's out the biggest "Awoo" when he comes inside you

Minotaur/Bull hybrid!Weather

• This bitch will fuck you on every surface he can; barn wall, a truck, literally anywhere there's no out of bounds.

• His fav position is to hold you up and bounce you on his cock because he likes to show off how strong he is.

• He's a rather gentle dom, but he has moments where he'll fuck you rough, it's mostly spurred on by jealousy

• He can get soo possessive over you if you spend too much time with the other farm monsters. But dw he'll fuck you good to remind you who your mate is

• He's a rescue from a breeding barn, so... due to his history his cock is pretty sensitive. He's a mooing mess if you try to give him head.

• That being said... would you even be able to fit that thing in your mouth? It's huge ... maybe just use your tongue so you don't pop your jaw out of socket. Yeah. He likes it like that, anyway.

• His tits are huge, but they're just for show. Dw he's got a different special milk you can have instead 😏😏

• He'll cum buckets inside you, then use his cock to plug you up. He'll stay like that for hours if he's got to. EVEN IF YOU CAN'T GET PREGNANT, HE WILL FORCE YOU TO STAY LIKE THAT FOREVER

• When I tell you to use his horns to steer him deeper into eating you out, I MEAN IT. HE THINKS IT'S HOT

Naga!Weather

• Hey, did you know snakes have TWO

• Double the pp double the cum. It gets everywhere

• Double penetration is almost a must, he can be persuaded into only using one. But are you really not going to let him keep both of his dicks warm?

• He likes to wrap you up in his tail while he fucks you. Don't ask how it works it just does

• LOOK I'M NOT INTO VORE BUT I'M JUST SAYING... LET HIM PUT SHIT IN HIS MOUTH

• Likes to use his tongue to tease you

• I don't think a snake tongue would feel too good... but he's eager to please

• Don't worry the teeth are retractable

• Speaking of which 😏😏😏 no gag reflex

• I'm running out of ideas but hell yeah snake sex

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #stone ocean #weather report #jjba x reader #weather report x reader #jjba headcanons #steamy writing #werewolf au #monster farm au #Naga au #1k special

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turvi · 1 year

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Remus Lupin- Mandy the Calf

Warning: mentions of sex.

Y/n had just come back from grocery shopping as she knew Remus will home in a few hours and would immediately feel hungry. Even though Remus is a calm and collected person he could be a bit finicky because of his empty stomach.

As Y/n approached her front door she noticed a calf sitting on the porch blocking the front door and chewing grass. She sighed. When she had thought of living a cottage life with Remus this was not what she had imagined. While Remus would be away teaching at Hogwarts she would be pestered time and again by the calves that walk into their lawn.

She cautiously approached the calf and talked to it like it could understand her "hey buddy can you move a bit? A very hungry werewolf of my husband is coming home and I need to feed him"

The calf kept chewing its grass. Y/n tried to unlock the door while the calf sat there and chewed. It finally moved when Y/n opened her door. "Thanks, buddy" Y/n said to the calf but as she got into her house she put her groceries on the table to see the calf had entered her home.

"Ohh no" Y/n tried to move the calf out but it sat in the living room and slept. Y/n sighed and she realized that she was already late and decided to go to the kitchen and make dinner and deal with the calf later.

Remus took off from work early today. He quickly said his goodbyes to his colleagues and left. He was aching down there and he immediately backed up his car from the parking lot and left. He sped up a little but not too much that might harm him. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he reached the familiar street. There were not many houses where they lived. It was a close-knit community and everybody knew everybody but still, they minded their own business.

As Remus parked in the garage, he took a deep breath. He had to do two things once he entered the home. Ask his wife for consent and then fuck her so good that she forgets her own name.

He entered his home and heard a moo. It startled Remus and he looked that a calf was sitting in his living room. He called out to Y/n "Honey?"He stared at the calf who had a milk bowl in front of him. Remus rolled his eyes. He knew his wife loved animals and now she would be paying attention to the calf rather than her needy husband. He groaned as Y/n entered the living room.

"Oh, Rem isn't it cute? I named it Mandy"

On any other day, he would have loved this but right now his boner was growing as he saw his wife's apron clinging to her figure. Y/n noticed Remus' face looking flushed "Are you ok Rem?"

He got closer to her not minding the calf one bit and held her tightly against him "can I please have you? Just give me a few hours then you can spend as much time as you want with Mandy." Remus gave his best puppy face and hoped his wife said yes. Obviously, he needed her but he was not going to force her if she didn't want to be with him right now.

She teased him "how long are we talking?"

He smirked "I look forward to keeping you with me all night maybe even till morning"

"Remmy what about dinner? What about Mandy?"

"Well, I am not that hungry. If you are you can go ahead and eat and I don't think Mandy will be disturbing us at any time soon. What will it be hun?" he whispered in her ear.

Y/n quickly went to the kitchen to cover the food and took Remus' hand and led him to their room. "Try not to make too much sound. I don't want to traumatize Mandy"

Remus kissed Y/n and picked her up before she could make any more noise.

The next morning Remus woke up to something licking his face. He woke up to see Mandy licking his face.

"Y/N!!! GET THIS CALF OUT OF OUR ROOM"

Y/n was giggling as she entered the room. Her husband hugged her and pouted "where were you? You were supposed to greet me good morning, not Mandy."

She laughed "oh you man child I was making breakfast. I didn't realize when Mandy entered our room."

Remus didn't respond to her as he was busy leaving wet kisses on her neck when all of a sudden Mandy bumped his back. He groaned again. "If Mandy stays here I don't think we will be able to make babies"

A/N: Don't ask me what this is. I swear this is not a fever dream. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK APPRECIATED

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus fluff #remus smut #remus x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin #remus john lupin #david thewlis x reader #david thewlis #professor lupin #remus fic #remus #remus being remus #remus x you #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x fem!reader

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moothecownj · 10 months

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The first time Moo has helped someone propose! But maybe not the last?

#moo the cow #moo the steer #proposals #engagement #cows

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dxppercxdxver · 6 months

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y'all ever heard about pumpkin cowboy (he's a cowboy and a pumpkin and he loves his cattle so but there's no way he gets lumped in with most cowboys you know he's no outlaw and he won't quickdraw for he despises violence take a fireside moon over your saloon as he much prefers the silence now it ain't no bluff that life gets tough for a gourd out on the range but for all the woes of the life he chose he's never seemed to change with a smile wide and a kerchief tied around his neck-slash-waist and he's never riled when a cow runs wild as he'll lasso them posthaste but one day when pumpkin cowboy was out tending to his steer a frightened child came from town with a message soft but clear the townsfolk said that he'd end up dead if he didn't heed their warning for they heard that the cowboy cat would be there the next morning it was well known through the prairie cowboy cat had ruined lives and they said he was a devilish man who liked to play with knives he'd steal your purse and do much worse if a hairball made him grouchy if you summed up some of the things he's done with one word it'd be ouchie (ouchie! ouchie!) though he had heard tales while on the trails of the feline fiend reviled pumpkin cowboy couldn't leave for his cow was now with child if they ran away she'd have to stay and she might not survive so he waited by her side all night for the scoundrel to arrive our hero hadn't realized that he'd begun to doze and his mind was awfully groggy when he finally arose he touched the ground and sadly found the thing that he had feared while he slept under the moonless night his cow had disappeared but a moo came from the nearby field and the cry was harsh and chill cat cowboy held our hero's cow and it looked like he could kill pumpkin cowboy spoke in hurried yells as he pleaded with the cat he'd give him all his ranch and lad he'd let him take his hat but the rascal took no compromise no hat nor ranch nor plain he said the thing he wanted most was just to inflict pain and as pumpkin cowboy heard this he ran at such a clip that cowboy cat got startled and the knife began to slip and they crashed into each other cat and pumpkin flesh and blade and the knife fell to the arid ground and the scoundrel stood then swayed cat cowboy crumpled to the dirt and pumpkin kneeled beside and cow stood vigil next to him as pumpkin cowboy cried he tipped his hat at cowboy cat and stood without a sound and when townfolk came to cheer his name our hero wasn't found some say he started wandering with greener fields to roam but he didn't bring his cattle and his horse stayed there at home the very next morn the calf was born the town's own pride and joy and the folks will regale you with a gorgeous tale the tale of a pumpkin cowboyyyyyyy)?

love that guy

#radio free junebug #pumpkin cowboy #brian david gilbert #long post

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kedreeva · 2 years

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A while back, I got a notification that I could enter a pet into a little voting competition. I figured heck, the prize to win is $10,000 and a magazine article, why not!

Well, it looks like Artemis made it past round 4 and into the top 5, within the same group. This round determines who moves into the condensed group of semi-finalists! If you'd like to help us out, you can vote for her here!

We're up against a fabulous therapy steer named Moo, with whom we've bonded in solidarity against the orange cat dressed up as Trump, so if you don't want to help Artemis, might I suggest a vote for Moo?

#peafowl #peahens #my pets #birds #artemis #voting

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alpaca-clouds · 10 months

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So anarchism is kinda sorta like communism/socialism, just less totalitarian? Doesn't sound bad to me!

Also Hobie totally makes Mayday a little battle jacket with "ACAB" on the back spelled out in toy blocks, you can't convince me otherwise on this. And when he babysits, he reads to her. "The cow says moo! The butterfly don't say nothing. The pig says you have the right to remain silent."

Basically it is like this: Communism/socialism are economic systems. They basically just say how the economy is run. They are not a political system.

Overly simplified, what happened so far went kinda like this. The Leninists basically said: "The only way to do communism, is to do an authoriterianism first, because people do not know what is best for them." With the general idea to go over to a proper democracy once a communist system had been established. But then some people got too used to having absolute power and also Stalin happened.

The basic issue is that a lot of socialist regimes to not trust their own people - and hence steer towards authoritarianism, which is why it always goes wrong.

Meanwhile anarchism is a political ideology. So, while communism says "this is how the economy should be done", anarchism is one of the "this is how politics should be run" models. And the big thing about anarchism is that anarchists believe people to be actually good and intelligent and can be trusted to properly govern themselves.

Because of the entire "no hierarchies" rule, most anarchists then also support socialism/communism as an economical system. So both goes hand in hand.

The tl;dr of the entire communism thing is:

Capitalism = Private ownership of the means of productions. Meaning, that the means of production are held by some private entities, with only few people usually having a say on how those means should be used. Because they own all of that, they also get to decide what happens to the profits that might occur, most often just keeping them.

Socialism = The means of productions are in the hand of some centralized power structure (most often the state and ideally, though not necessarily, this power structure is under some sort of democratic control). Meaning, that this centralized power will decide what will be done with the means of production and what happens to the profits. Ideally those get shared between the people the power structure governs. (But this is also why originally socialist structures so easily fall into state capitalism, like it is happening in China.)

Communism = The means of production are in the hands of the workers/people. This can either mean: You work at a company? Well, you get an equal say what happens with the means of production that are part of a company. Aka what are they going to produce this year. You also get an equal share in the profits. But can also mean: Everyone within a country gets an equal say what is produced within the country and an equal share of all the produced goods and profits.

And quick note: Means of production is basically the sort of equipment used to produce value. So, lands that might be used to cultivate crops are means of production. The equipment the farmer would use to harvest the crops are means of production. A weaving machine also would be means of production. And in the modern society those big servers an IT company would use are also means of production.

And also: Oh, yes, Hobie totally would. And I need a picture of Mayday in that ACAB jacket. That would be so adorable.

#answered #asks #communism #socialism #capitalism #anti capitalism #fuck capitalism #anarchism #people are good

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keep-the-wolves-close · 2 months

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Steady Heart

Chapter 25: Or Was It 26

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, dead livestock, slight angst feelings

* Word count: 3,537ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: I just got 6 chapters done, so I’m posting this lol. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Kayce walked into the bunkhouse. The wranglers and Stella milled about making plans for the week’s schedule around whatever he might have them do. He watched as Stella talked something over with Lloyd. She spotted him and abruptly stopped talking. The whole house fell silent.

Kayce cleared his throat. “We got more fences to fix. Jimmy, Stella, you come with me and Rip.” Kayce ordered as he walked out of the bunkhouse.

Stella leaned on the kitchen table closed her eyes and whispered, “why me.”

Lloyd patted her arm. “It’ll be okay, lil’ bit.”

Ryan stared at her from across the room. They hadn’t been talking ever since his discovery of the two fooling around. He struggled to believe she had done what she did, and didn’t know how to go about parenting this type of situation. He watched as she dropped her head and closed her eyes.

Slowly she lifted her head, accepting her fate. “Let’s go Jimmy.”

Stella walked the fence line behind Rip and Jimmy. Kayce was in the front. She wanted to keep herself as far away from him as possible. She hated the fact that he was technically her boss so she had to listen if she wanted to keep her income. Jimmy slowed Ray down to be next to her.

“You okay? You've been quiet.” He asked gently.

Stella knew he didn’t mean any harm, but she still got annoyed when he asked. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He frowned at her. “You know I don’t believe that, right?”

Kayce got a glimpse of them talking quietly amongst themselves and decided to break it up. “Hey, Jimmy,” Kayce called out. “Why don’t you ride ahead and look for the next break?”

Jimmy trotted ahead and kept walking the fence. Stella moved up behind him, aiming to be furthest in the front.

“I told him to go ahead, not you.” Kayce called out to her.

She spun Abigail to face him, fire blazed in her eyes. Kayce’s eyes widened at the hostility and he stopped his mustang. “Yeah, and I’m going ahead of him. What about it?” Rip watched closely for any sign he needed to jump in. “I know how to fix a fuckin’ fence,” she snarled. Turning Abigail around again, she legged her onward.

Kayce watched her trot off and shook his head. He dismounted and grabbed the tools to fix the break in the fence. Kayce pointed to Jimmy and said to Rip, “tell me about that kid.”

“Ah, he’s green as the grass. But he tries hard. He’s a good kid. Stella’s right about him.”

“If he was a good kid he wouldn’t be wearing the brand.” Kayce surmised.

“Yeah well, he’s a favor.”

“What about Walker? He a favor too? I just wanna know what I’m workin’ with.” Kayce worked on the fence, repairing the break in the metal.

“They don’t work with you, Kayce. They work for you. These are questions you should be askin’ your father.” Rip advised.

“I’m askin’ you.”

“Yeah well it ain’t my place to say.”

“I guess that says it all.” Kayce huffed.

Jimmy stopped to look at a steer that was nearby. Something about it looked off. He couldn’t put his finger on it. It looked miserable. It mooed at him.

Rip noticed Jimmy had taken on a side quest. “Hey Jimmy! He said ride the fence line.”

“Hey this cow looks kinda funny.” Jimmy explained.

Kayce, Rip and Stella all looked over at the steer. Stella tilted her head and pushed Abigail closer to see it at a different angle. The steer mooed in discomfort. Coming around the other side of it, Stella could see its belly starting to protrude out.

“Rip its bloat!” She called out.

“Shit. Bloat. Here.” Rip tossed Kayce his rein back. Kayce climbed up on Tank. The cow started to trot up the large hill, leading them. Rip and Kayce tag teamed the steer, getting him down on the ground.

“Kayce run him down so I can stab his rumen. Get the gas outta him.”

Rip and Jimmy hopped off their horses. Rip walked up and pinned the steer’s leg down.

“Jimmy, gimme the wonder dust outta the saddle bag.”

“The what kind of dust?” Jimmy had no clue what was going on. He led never had to deal with this side of tending cattle.

“The wound dust. Grab it outta the fuckin’ bag.” Rip opened his knife and stabbed the steer, releasing the gas. He clipped his knife shut and blew some of the powder out onto the wound.

“Wait what’s bloat?” Jimmy asked.

“He ate somethin’ he shouldn’t.” Kayce explained.

Rip handed the bottle to Jimmy and spoke to Kayce. “I don’t know what the fuck he’d bloat on. The grass is dried and it didn’t freeze last night.”

Kayce dismounted and walked up to the steer to untangle it from the ropes.

Jimmy continued with his questions. “They can’t eat when it freezes?”

“Jimmy, quit askin’ fuckin’ questions. Go put it back.” Rip wiped his mouth. “Doesn’t make any sense, Kayce. There’s no alfalfa in this field.”

Stella tried to think of a solution. It was in between her and Ryan’s birthdays, so it was weird that it happened at this time of year. “I’ve never seen one bloat in the fall.”

Rip skimmed a glance at her. “That’s cause they don’t.”

Kayce spotted another cow down. Rip and Jimmy followed behind him. Stella walked Abigail to the top of the hill with them. They came to the top of the hill and found the whole field of cattle down.

“Oh my god.” Kayce and Stella said at the same time, breathless. Neither of them had seen a whole field down.

Putting everything aside, Stella looked down at Kayce from her saddle. “You call your dad and I’ll get my brother and the rest of the guys up here.”

Stella made it back to the bunkhouse in record time. Abigail slid to a halt and Stella’s feet hit the ground before the mare fully stopped. She threw one of the reins over the hitching post and ran inside. “Ryan!” When he didn’t answer right away she screamed his name again. “Ryan!” She knew he was pissed at her, but they needed him.

“Woah Stella calm down.” Lloyd told her.

“What Stella?” He came out from around the corner looking irritated at her presence. Once he took in her wide eyed appearance. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“No,” she leaned on the kitchen counter as she tried to catch her breath. “Whole field of cattle down with which I’m assuming is bloat for all of them. We need you, now.”

“C’mon guys, let’s go.” Ryan said to Jake, Ethan, and Colby. They packed up and rushed to the barn to get their horses ready.

Once they were ready they met up with Stella outside. She waved them on. “Follow me.”

Galloping through the lower pastures and up over the hill, everyone stopped and gawked at the scene before them. A whole portion of the herd laid dead in the field.

Lloyd hopped down and started to explore. He wanted to find what had caused this to happen. Ryan joined him. Stella stayed up near Rip.

“Did Kayce get a hold of his dad?”

“Yeah, should be here any minute.”

Just as Rip finished his sentence John and Jamie showed up. John walked past Rip and Stella, muttering to himself. He surveyed the horrible scene in front of him with his hands in his hips. Every cow he looked at, the angrier he became.

“Mr. Dutton! Here’s your culprit.” Lloyd walked over with alfalfa in his hand.

John sniffed it and threw it to the ground. “This is a crime scene.” John spun around to start barking orders. “Jamie! Get livestock agents out here.” He turned to the wranglers in the pasture. “Everyone walk away! Ryan, you’re not a reserve agent anymore. You’re on regular duty. You find a way to cover this area. I don’t want a fuckin’ bird landing in it.”

“Yessir,” Ryan quickly got to work figuring out how to contain everything.

“You.” John pointed at his son. “Walk with me.” They trekked back up the hill. “Now’s not the time to talk about all the fights I’m in. Right now, this is the only fight that matters.”

“You have any idea who did this?” Kayce questioned.

John grumbled. “I know exactly who did it.” He scoffed thinking about Jenkins. “Now we gotta go prove it…,” John trailed off, already forming a plan to stop the man trying to ruin his legacy for good.

The sheriff kneeled down by one of the cows, inspecting it closely. Kayce, his father and brother stood at the base of the hill. Stella sat on the hill closer to Kayce, but far enough away she wasn’t up his ass. She stared at his back and could tell he was worried. The familiar feeling of wanting to immediately go and help him bubbled just under the surface. Her legs twitched, instinctively wanting to move closer to him. ‘You’ve done more than enough.’

Ryan stepped closer to her. Stella gave him a side eye, unsure of what his intentions were. He had been royally pissed at her, with every right, but Stella was worried he wouldn’t speak to her ever again. “Yes?”

He sat down next to her with a groan. He talked softly so only they could hear. “Did you truly walk away?”

“Yes.” Stella shuffled around and Abigail leaned down to nuzzle her shoulder. Stella wrapped her arm around the mare’s large nose. “Do we have to talk about this right now? Can it be later and just the two of us?” She fully looked at him. “Please?”

“Okay, fine. I’m still pissed at you though.”

She let out a breath, and looked down unsurprised. “I know. I’m just trying to do my job and go home. I promise.”

Donnie threw a clump of alfalfa back on the ground dismissively. “So you think this was intentional?” He stood up straight. “I don’t see tire tracks anywhere. The fence is way over there,” he pointed. “Nobody threw it over. It didn’t fall outta the fuckin’ sky.”

“That’s exactly what it did.” John determined.

“So you think someone flew a plane over here, and dropped clover on your cattle in the middle of the night, John? Think about that.” Donnie talked to John like he was an idiot.

Jamie stepped forward. “We have. A King Air was designed for skydiving so it has a side door large enough and it could hold the weight.”

Donnie questioned their logic. “Why would anyone do that? Who would do that?”

“Your golfing buddy, that’s who.” John’s gruff voice thundered.

Donnie scoffed. “Alright, John. You think that. Now why the fuck am I here? I have no jurisdiction. Cattle is your department. What can I do for you?”

“I have six full time agents and four reserves. I don’t have the manpower for this investigation. I need your deputies.” John requested.

“Ah, John. I can’t spare any deputies. County has more firefighters sleeping at night than I have on patrol.”

“You keep making my point. You wanna help? Give me deputies or deputize my men. And not in six weeks, right now. Right here in this field.” John pointed aggressively at the ground.

“Which men?”

John pointed at Kayce. “Him for starters.” Kayce came down the hill to be closer.

“John, he just put that drifter on a soup diet and you want me to license him to carry a weapon?”

Stella leaned toward her brother and whispered, “the sheriff was like this with Rip and I about that bear too. I really wanna punch him square in the jaw. Is that too much to ask?”

“Just a bit.” Stella made a hmph sound at her brother’s rejection.

“You mean the one who held a knife to his throat? That drifter?” He grabbed Donnie’s arm and walked him a few steps away. “You gonna tell me that beating was worse than some of your officers have doled out? Hmm? How many times have I stood on a podium with you, Donnie? Stood for you? You think you’d be sheriff if it wasn’t for me? Maybe you haven’t noticed, but there’s a war goin’ on in this valley. Todays the day you choose sides.”

“I’ll issue the permit, but he’s gotta understand—,” John interrupted Donnie, nearly undermining him.

“Wait what’s happening?” Stella asked Ryan.

“I think Kayce’s getting deputized?” He was shocked just as much as she was.

“He’s trained to use it.” John defended.

“Well that’s just great, John. Now you train him not to use it.” Donnie fixed his gaze on Kayce. “If it comes outta your holster son, you’d better have an ironclad reason, understood?”

“Yeah,” came Kayce’s weak reply.

“If he calls dispatch for support, I expect you to give it to him.” John ordered. “Do you hear me Donnie?!”

“I heard you John! The whole goddamn valley heard you.”

“C’mere.” John spun away from Donnie so he couldn’t see them talking. He locked eyes with Stella sitting on the ground nearby. “We all know who did this.” He leaned toward Jamie. “You find the evidence. And when he does,” he leaned to Kayce but remained looking at Stella. “You drag him by the hair back to me.” It was almost like John ordered them to help Kayce. The siblings shared a look of concern.

The sound of footsteps approaching Stella and Ryan made her look up from her seat in the ground. Kayce hesitantly stepped closer to the siblings. He locked eyes with Stella. Her breath caught in her throat and she looked back down. Ryan watched and felt his heart break slightly for his little sister. She didn’t have anyone to blame but herself, but that didn’t mean Ryan wanted her to experience the dejection.

Kayce cleared his throat. “Ryan, I’m gonna need you to come with me to look at a few places. Stella, you stay here and help count how many down we have.”

“Yup.” She rose to her feet, and climbed into her saddle. Fixing her glasses, she said to Ryan, “be careful.” She turned and trotted back up the hill to let Rip and Lloyd know she’d be counting with them.

The silence in the truck was deafening. To Kayce, it felt like he’d fallen into a pricker bush. He had determined Ryan knew something had been going on between him and Stella by now. “Let’s get it over with so we can go about the work.”

Ryan tapped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead. There were so many things he wanted to say and he didn’t know where to begin. He scowled. “What the fuck, Kayce? What the fuck were you thinking?” Kayce stayed quiet, knowing he deserved the berating. “You should have known better. Especially since you’re still fucking married! How dare you take advantage of my sister’s feelings for you because you knew she would help you no matter what!”

“I’m sorry, Ryan. I know I hurt her, probably way past what I can fix. She stopped things and walked away. Has barely spoken to me since.”

The confirmation of Stella’s actions gave Ryan a sense of relief that she’d followed through with her word. “Yeah, well you stay away from her. You either fix your marriage, or you choose nothing. Stella isn’t for you to use just because you’re sad and bored.”

“I know, and I want to talk to her—,” Ryan interrupted.

“About what? I think you’ve done enough, don’t you?”

“I want to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed that line.”

“You’re damn right you shouldn’t have. She was supposed to be safe with you!”

Kayce looked out the window and thought hard. He knew Stella had always been safe with him and he’d gone and destroyed that. His confusion about the separation between him and Monica, and frustration at his new but old feelings for his best friend that he’d forgotten about had taken over him. Because of his muddled thoughts he wanted to forget. When he was with Stella, he could forget. He could let everything fall away and not be judged or looked at differently for his decisions and judgements. But that was gone now. He was sure of it. He’d fucked that over big time.

Kayce balled his fist. At this point he knew he had to try for his family. The life he’d worked so hard for. Then he would try to repair things between him and his best friend. If she would allow him to do so. “Yeah, man. I got it.” His phone rang and interrupted the conversation. It was Jamie.

“There’s the skydiving place in Three Forks.” Jamie offered a hangar to go look at.

“Yeah we’re headed there now.”

“And then there’s the other two, Missoula and Whitefish.”

“Nah that’s too far.”

Jamie paused. “Um, you didn’t wanna mention the trust?”

“Trust who?”

“The trust. The ranch is in a trust.”

“It is?” Kayce truly didn’t know what his brother was talking about.

“Yeah. Don’t play dumb with me Kayce. I’m looking at your signature right here.”

“I ain’t signed shit.”

“Alright. Call me when you get to Three Forks.” Jamie hung up.

It clicked for Kayce. The papers his dad had him sign the other day when he was being made an agent, must have been for the trust. Ryan glanced over at him.

Kayce ground out between his teeth. “My fuckin’ family, man.”

Stella, Rip and Lloyd trekked up the hill to the big house to tell John how many cattle they found dead. Stella winced as she thought about the number. It was hundreds of thousands of dollars that laid dead in the pasture. Stella halted Abigail when she made it to John.

The patriarch asked, “how many total?”

Lloyd pulled out his book. “So far we've found 360 more.”

“Yeah, they dropped bales all through the valley. If we push the herd down here, they're gonna get into that clover. I say we move them up the pass. Through the mountains.”

Stella cleared her throat. The men laid eyes on her. “Not to give pushback, but if memory serves, isn’t that a really rough trail?”

“It’s an awful rough trail.” Lloyd confirmed her suspicion.

John thought quickly on his feet. “Rip's right. We'll take them over the pass. You know, that goddamn clover's gonna take root. Next spring it'll be worse. We're gonna have to burn that field.”

“Just gotta be careful we don't start a fuckin’ forest fire,” Rip pointed out.

“We'll bring up water trucks. I'll have the fire department out here, just in case. I don't see any other way.” He focused on the ground. “Burn it.”

“Yes, sir.”

Closer to the barn, Rip called out for Stella. “What’re you gonna do for the night?”

“I’m gonna go home and shower. Sleep in my own bed. I’ll be back in the mornin’, don’t you worry your curly head over it, Wheelie.” She smirked at him.

He returned the look. “Be safe, ya hear?”

“Yessir!” She laughed, going to turn Abigail in for the night.

The next morning, all the wranglers were getting everything set up to go burn the fields where the alfalfa was found. It was an all hands on deck kind of situation, and Stella was just as much a part of the hands as anyone else. She helped Rip bring up the all terrains so they could make sure they were all gassed up and ready to go.

John called out to Colby while he waited on Rip and Stella. “Colby, no horses.”

Colby dejectedly grabbed the ax he had just placed on his saddle. He proceeded over to a four wheeler and placed the ax in the holder on the front. “I hate this fuckin’ thing.”

The two pulled in and Colby came over to start putting gas in the one Stella was seated on. Rip climbed off of his next to her. Noticing him stop moving, she turned and her eyebrows pulled together. The fancy silver car that was pulling up the drive to the house must have been what caught his attention. Stella got off of the all terrain and bumped shoulders with Rip. He glanced at her and walked to John, Stella close at his heels.

“Were we expecting anyone today, sir?” Stella questioned. John looked at her with confusion. Rip nodded to the car driving up the hill.

John practically growled. “No. We weren’t. You two go on up there. I’ll be behind you.”

Stella raised her eyebrows at the order. She had never been prompted to be involved in good cop bad cop. ‘I guess he was serious about involving me.’ Rip motioned her to follow him to the horses. One of the horses Colby had gotten ready was hers. She made eye contact with him and nodded her appreciation. He gave her a smile back.

Rip put on his serious voice. “Let’s get a move on, Stella!” She apparently took two seconds too long. Rolling her eyes, she spurred Abigail into action.

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #yellowstonetv #luke grimes #ian bohen #ryan #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone fanfiction #kayce dutton fanfic

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