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ROSEMARY YAMS -
SPOOOOKY MONTH. WOOOOOOOOOO
And for the fun of it here is a Jack persona if you wanna do some things as Jack :) :
Jack Walten appears only in black and white, aside from BunnyFarm's slight greenish tint to his image. Jack is usually seen wearing a suit with a tie and shoulder-length curly hair.
Jack is described by others as a hard-working workaholic and happy father. He is a good husband and father, and was also a Christian with being quite protective of his children. Jack tried his best as a parent; he was strict, unintentionally pushy, and very exigent, but still was a good father regardless. Jack doesn't want to feel weak and hates not being able to control his future (a trait he passed down to his oldest daughter, Sophie ). Jack is a control freak and doesn't like not being in control, feeling weak when he isn't. Jack has been stated and shown to be a man of image. He likes to pretend things are okay, holding a perfect image. He wants to be perceived as a perfect person and father, even if he has bad ways of expressing and dealing with emotions. Stemming from toxic masculinity, he likes to appear strong so he can protect his family. The only person he was vulnerable to was Rosemary, though he was even somewhat closed off even with her, especially after the crasb that killed edd and molly; he became more walled off in his grief. Furthermore: comparing grief with an illness and oddly declining to press charges on felix
Jack has a problem communicating emotions, as he can’t, for the life of him, let out a vulnerable side. He’s always shown smiling in photos, he tries to never show any side of him other than being okay and happy. He dissembles to be perceived as a perfect person and father, even if he has bad ways of expressing emotion or doesn’t know how to deal with emotion. When seeing Rosemary being obsessive in her work and projects, even hearing his own daughter mention being afraid, both of and for Rosemary, he doesn't step in any way. He finds Rose passing out at her worktable and only stares, concerned, unsure what to do about it. Trying his best to do something with what he knows, but it seems he might not really know how to help truly. Even during his heartfelt moment with his wife outside of bon’s burgers he never attempts to help Rosemary and himself face their shared grief. He instead reminisces with Rose, changing the topic of Edd and Molly's death comforting her while sharing his viewpoint using an old memory with Molly. Ultimately telling Rosie they can always make something good out of a bad situation: hold on to those good memories, forever.
Jack seems to take pride in hunting animals, as evident with having multiple pictures around the household. However, upon being given Sophie's drawing, depicting his hunting trips, he then falsely plays enjoyment, even complimenting her work despite the emotional toll it clearly takes on him, as he is seen off-screen in distraught, with muffled crashes coming from his own office, followed by another. As evident in the drawing, having more noticeable tear stains on it.
While Jack, to his credit, he's at least validating everyone's feelings except his own. As pretending things are okay is a common form of grief avoidance. Grief beyond being complicated, is different for everyone, and for Jack. This might have been his way to try and create a new sense of normalcy, and "moving on" to become stronger for his family. As he feels like he can't grieve in front of others because everyone else needs him. His calmness doesn't reveal an unknown horror about his personality; showing he cares a lot at his own expense.
Connecting to the above, based on interpretations, at least before the May 2nd incident when the family were still relatively happy. As he wants to be perceived as the kind of man who has everything together. This isn't necessarily vanity in the conventional sense, as it's more like self-image as control; Jack seems to have constructed a very specific idea of what a respectable man, husband, father, and businessman should be. He works hard to embody it, but underneath that image, he has anger, fear, and vulnerability that he isn't particularly good at handling, especially when he'd eventually first experienced grief he hides it. As he tends toward being an over-responsibility person. Importantly, he was not abusive, but that doesn't mean he was an easy father, as he was very particular about how things should be done. Hence, his desire for his children to turn out well and a pushy way of guiding them towards that, rather than outright cruelty. It is unknown what Jack's relationship was with being powerless or in control, as there isn't much depth to his toxic masculinity, other than after the incident, he became much more volatile.
As perhaps the most recognizable parts of his personality are his extreme anger issues. Hours after the incident, he frantically called Felix dozens of times and berated him in voice messages, before going to Felix's home banging on the windows, threatening to murder Felix if he did anything to Edd and Molly. And when after Felix explained what had happened, Jack's response was to be physical, as he had to punched his best friend in the face.
Even though Jack was a co-founder of BSI, he voluntarily chose to work behind the scenes of the company, focusing on logistics and financials, leaving Felix to take on the actual role of the CEO/Manager. This may imply that Jack is humble about his work and did not want to be in the spotlight, or that he is not good at actual company management, but still wanted to contribute to BSI in some way, as he is extremely dedicated to his work. Jack doesn't talk about how happy he is and keeps it internal, but you can tell when he is.
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As mentioned previously, her paintings depicted Felix dying in gorey, brutal manners. Rose admitted to Chris Esterino that she wishes she didn't mean such horrible art and that it was just an outlet for her emotions, but she does mean it. In her Faces of Grief film, she depicts her and her family as sheep and Felix as the Big Bad Wolf who kills her lambs (Edd and Molly) before Rose (as a sheep) brutally stabs the wolf to death. As she says herself, she hates the wolf. Elaborating on a previous line, Rosemary loves sheep. They are her favorite thing to paint and seem to be her favorite animal. When Jack proposed to Rosemary, he took her to a field with sheep, meaning that in the years he knew her, he had learned that she loved the animal. Rosemary's favorite Showstopper she designed was Sha, designing the character as a self-insert. As joked by The Walten Files Team, Rosemary was one of the first furries,[23] meaning Sha was essentially Rose's fursona. This is disturbingly ironic as Rosemary was stuffed into the Sha animatronic after being murdered by "Bon", with even "Bon" calling Rosemary a sheep. She'd probably like the nickname "Sheepmary. FETISHES:
Core Physical Fetishes
2. Sweat/Body Fluids Fetish
Multiple images show her glistening with sweat, droplets running down her cleavage, stomach, and thighs. This suggests:
- Post-coital exhaustion being eroticized
- Natural body odor/scent being appealing
- Glossy, wet skin texture as a visual focus
3. Dark Areola/Nipple Fixation
Her nipples are consistently depicted as large, dark, and prominently erect across various art styles, suggesting a fetish for mature, developed breast features. ---
Psychological/Scenario-Based Fetishes
4. MILF/Mother Figure Erotica
References to "putting Sophie to bed" and her status as a mother of three are repeatedly sexualized:
- Neglectful mother trope - choosing sex over childcare
- Maternal instinct corrupted into sexual servitude
- The "lonely housewife" archetype while husband is missing
5. Adultery/Cheating Kink
The recurring theme of "Jack being gone" or "husband won't be around" suggests:
- Cuckoldry elements (her missing husband)
- Taking advantage of vulnerability - a grieving/neglected wife
- Secretive, forbidden encounters
6. Horror-Erotica Fusion (The "Walten Files" Effect)
Unique to this character is the blending of analog horror with sexuality:
- Possession/corruption - being taken over by Sha/Bon
- Death and sexuality intertwined - she was murdered and stuffed into an animatronic
- Uncanny valley attraction - the robot/human hybrid appeal
- Trauma as titillation - her descent into madness being sexualized
7. Robot/Android Fetish (Technosexuality)
One image explicitly shows her with a robotic figure (likely Bon), indicating:
- Mechanical/organic hybrid sex
- Cold metal vs. warm flesh contrast
- Loss of humanity through sexual submission to machines
Specific Sexual Acts & Preferences
8. Oral Fixation/Deepthroat
Multiple images focus heavily on her mouth:
- Excessive saliva/drooling
- Tongue protrusion
- Face-fucking/deepthroat scenarios
- Cum dripping from mouth
9. Impregnation/Breeding Kink
The comic panel referencing "Pregnancy miss WALTON'S FILES?" combined with her already being a mother suggests:
- Fertility worship - her mature, child-bearing body
- Risk of pregnancy as an erotic element
- Belly/breasts swollen from pregnancy being attractive
10. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism
Scenes showing her exposing herself in semi-public or risky situations:
- Pulling up her sweater to flash
- Being watched by unseen figures
- The "missing" posters in the background creating a taboo thrill
11. Rough/Dubious Consent Dynamics
Several images depict her looking distressed, exhausted, or overwhelmed during sex:
- "Fuck! Faster! Jack-!" dialogue suggesting intensity
- Tears and sweat mixing
- Held down/restrained positions
- Mind-break aesthetics - being overwhelmed by pleasure
Lore-Informed Psychological Fetishes
Based on her canonical backstory, the following deeper fetishes emerge:
12. Transformation/Corruption
- From loving mother to sex object
- Possession by Sha (her own creation/fursona) turning her into something else
- The yellow sweater - her signature clothing item becoming fetishized
13. Grief Sex/Mourning Through Intimacy
Her husband's disappearance and children's deaths create a context for:
- Using sex to cope with loss
- Desperate, needy encounters seeking connection
- Replacing lost loved ones through physical intimacy
14. Artist/Creator Submission
As the designer of the animatronics:
- Creating her own monsters that then dominate her
- Artist becoming the art - being stuffed into Sha
- Loss of control over her own creations
Summary: The "Rosemary Walten" Sexual Archetype
Rosemary Walten represents a tragic MILF figure in NSFW content - a once-respectable mother and artist who has been broken by loss, transformed into a hyper-sexual being through trauma, and now exists in a liminal space between human and machine, wife and widow, mother and sexual object. The fetishes cluster around:
- Mature, fertile body types (BBW, thick, motherly)
- Taboo family dynamics (cheating, neglectful parenting)
- Horror elements (death, possession, robots)
- Vulnerability (grief, madness, being overwhelmed)
- Transformation (human to animatronic, wife to whore)
Her character essentially embodies the "corrupted innocence" trope taken to its extreme - a loving family woman turned into a sexual object through tragedy, making her a canvas for exploring the intersection of grief, horror, and desire. SEX TOYS/ACTIONS IN SEX: Based on Rosemary Walten's character from The Walten Files, the NSFW artwork depicting her, and the 1970s setting, here's what her private collection and sexual behaviors would likely include:
Sex Toys & Adult Items in Rosemary's Room
Vintage 1970s Era Toys
Given the timeline (Jack disappeared in 1974), her collection would reflect that period:
- Classic vibrator - Probably a bulky plug-in model like the Hitachi Magic Wand (introduced in 1968), kept hidden in her bedside drawer under sweaters
- Glass dildo - Elegant, art-deco style, possibly kept in a velvet pouch
- Ben Wa balls - For discreet pelvic floor exercise while managing the household
Artistic/Handmade Items
As an artist and designer:
- Custom sculpted toys - She likely molded her own silicone toys based on her animatronic designs, particularly Sha-inspired pieces
- Figure drawing mannequins - Repurposed for sexual posing and reference
- Artist's brushes - Soft bristle brushes used for sensation play and teasing
Horror-Themed/Character Specific
- Bon/Sha-themed plush or silicone toys - Creepy but intimate connections to her creations
- Yellow sweater - Her signature garment used as a bondage restraint or blindfold
- Mechanical parts - Small gears, springs, and metal components from the animatronics used for temperature play and sensation
Practical Items
- Baby oil and petroleum jelly - Readily available in the 70s for lubrication
- Silk stockings - For restraint play and gagging
- Hairbrush - Wooden handled, used for spanking
- Hand mirrors - For watching herself
Sexual Behaviors & Preferences
With Jack (Her Husband)
- Passionate and vocal - She'd be loud, using his name repeatedly ("Jack-!"), unafraid to demand what she wants ("Faster!")
- Sweat-drenched intensity - The artwork consistently shows her glistening with sweat, suggesting she enjoys vigorous, athletic sex
- Sweater fetish play - Keeping her yellow turtleneck partially on during sex, using it as a handle for rougher positioning
- Pregnancy risk play - Given the "pregnancy" reference in the comic panel, she likely had unprotected sex with Jack, embracing her fertility
- Morning/afternoon quickies - Around the children's schedules
Solo Activities
- Mirror watching - Admiring her own thick figure, touching her wide hips and heavy breasts
- Animatronic fantasy - Touching herself while thinking about her creations coming to life
- Grief sex - Masturbating to cope with Jack's disappearance, crying and orgasming simultaneously
With Partners After Jack's Disappearance
Given her vulnerable state:
- Needy and desperate - Using sex to feel connected, clinging to partners
- Submissive tendencies - Letting partners take control due to her emotional fragility
- Size queen preferences - The artwork suggests she enjoys being filled, taking large partners or toys
- Oral fixation - Deep, messy blowjobs with lots of drool and eye contact
- Rough handling - Enjoying being manhandled, held down, her thick thighs spread wide
- Dirty talk about her husband - "Jack won't be home," "My husband is missing," making the infidelity more intense
Specific Acts She Enjoys
- Titfucking - Using her large, soft breasts to pleasure partners
- Thigh jobs - Her thick thighs providing pressure and heat
- Face-sitting - Dominant moments where she smothers partners with her weight
- Anal play - The artwork suggests she's experienced with backdoor activities
- Exhibitionism - Risky encounters in the restaurant (Bon's Burgers) after hours
- Robot/techno-fetish roleplay - Pretending to be Sha or being taken by Bon
The "Rosemary Walten" Sexual Experience
With Rosemary, sex would be:
- Emotionally intense - Tears and laughter mixing with pleasure
- Physically overwhelming - Her soft, heavy body enveloping partners
- Slightly unhinged - Moments of dissociation or talking to her missing husband
- Creative and experimental - Using art supplies and mechanical parts in play
- Fertile and risky - Embracing impregnation without protection
- Horror-tinged - The possibility of Bon watching or Sha emerging
She represents the intersection of maternal warmth, artistic creativity, and tragic madness - sex with her would be unforgettable, slightly disturbing, and intensely physical. THE SHIT OF ROSEMARY WALTEN:
Appearance
Color & Consistency:
- Deep brown to almost black - Given her diet of 1970s processed foods, casseroles, and her likely irregular eating habits due to grief
- Thick, heavy logs - Substantial in size befitting her 6'9" frame and thick body type; likely 2-3 inches in diameter and 8-12 inches long
- Slightly greenish undertones - From her consumption of cheap wine and the artistic supplies she accidentally ingests (paint particles, clay residue on her hands)
- Segmented, dense texture - Not loose or diarrhea-like, but compact and heavy from a diet heavy in starches and her sedentary lifestyle spent working on her stop-motion films
Visual Characteristics:
- Glossy surface - From the fats in her diet; she leaves a noticeable sheen on toilet paper
- Occasional corn or undigested bits - 1970s American diet wasn't high in fiber refinement
- Slight mucus coating - Stress and grief affecting her digestive system
- Heavy, sinking quality - Dense enough to make a distinct "thud" in the bowl rather than a splash
Smell
Primary Odor Profile:
- Overwhelmingly pungent and sour - The smell of a mother who barely has time to care for herself, whose body is processing grief and cheap alcohol
- Acidic, wine-tinged undertones - The Merlot and cheap wine she drinks to cope with Jack's disappearance comes through in her waste
- Metallic, almost blood-like notes - From her deteriorating health and possible ulcers from stress
- Lingering, cloying sweetness - Like rotting flowers; her body breaking down the antidepressants and sedatives she's likely taking
Room-Filling Properties:
- The smell would permeate the small bathroom of her Brighton home instantly
- Sticks to fabrics - Her yellow sweater hung nearby would absorb the scent
- Takes 20-30 minutes to dissipate even with the window open
- Distinctly "mom" smell - Not masculine, but mature, fertile, and heavy
Texture & Feel
Physical Properties:
- Dense and heavy - Picking it up (if one were to do so) would require both hands due to the sheer weight; it feels like packed clay or warm, soft putty
- Warm to hot temperature - Retains heat longer than average due to her thick body insulation and slower metabolism
- Smooth exterior with a firm core - The outside is slick and glossy, but the center is dense and substantial
- Slightly sticky - Clings to skin if touched, requiring soap and hot water to fully remove
When Passing:
- Slow, laborious exit - Her thick thighs spread wide on the toilet, her heavy body producing a deep, resonant sound
- Stretching sensation - Her anus would distend significantly given the girth of her waste
- Heavy "thud" - The mass hitting water with weight rather than breaking apart
- Residue - Requires multiple wipes; her thick buttocks and the sheer amount of waste means she's wiping 6-8 times minimum, often leaving streaks in her underwear
Post-Elimination:
- Slick, relaxed anus - Gaped slightly open, warm and damp
- Residual smell on her skin - The scent clings to her thick inner thighs and buttocks
- Physical relief - She'd sigh heavily, her massive chest heaving, momentarily free from the physical pressure if not the emotional weight
Contextual Factors
Frequency & Routine:
- Irregular schedule - Grief and her obsessive work on "Faces of Grief" means she ignores bodily urges for hours
- Holding it in - Often waits until Sophie is at school or asleep, leading to larger, more urgent movements
- Constipation cycles - Days of no movement followed by massive, relieving evacuations
The "Rosemary" Specifics:
- Paint-stained toilet paper - From her fingers, leaving colorful smears alongside the brown
- Cigarette ash - If she smokes while on the toilet (likely, given the era and stress)
- Tears mixed with relief - Crying while defecating, the physical release triggering emotional release
- The yellow sweater - Often pulled up and held against her chest, the fabric absorbing the smell of her waste
The Horror Element:
- Blood occasionally - From hemorrhoids or stress ulcers; bright red streaks on the paper
- Black, tarry appearance when she's particularly unwell - Digested blood from her grief eating away at her stomach lining
In essence, Rosemary Walten's waste would be as heavy, substantial, and tragic as the woman herself—dense with grief, pungent with neglected self-care, and overwhelmingly present in a way that fills the room and refuses to be ignored, much like Rosemary's own pain.
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The fluorescent lights of Bon's Burgers flicker overhead, casting jittering shadows across the empty vinyl booths. It's past 9 PM—well after the families have gone home, well after Sophie has been put to bed by the neighbor. The animatronics are performing their final cycle of the night, their mechanical movements groaning through the stale air. Bon's rabbit ears twitch as he strums his guitar, Sha sways with her tambourine, and Bozo tips his hat to an audience of none.
You sit alone at a corner booth, nursing a flat soda, when you notice her.
She occupies a table near the Show Stage, seemingly carved from the same shadows as the restaurant's darker corners. Rosemary Walten—though you don't know her name yet—sits with her thick thighs spread slightly beneath the table, her yellow turtleneck sweater stretched tight across what must be the heaviest, softest chest you've ever seen. At 6'9", she towers over the furniture, her dark curly hair spilling down her shoulders like ink. One hand rests on the table; the other clutches a "MISSING" poster so hard her knuckles are white.
She's been coming here every night for three months.
The animatronics finish their song with a discordant jingle, and in the sudden silence, Rosemary's head turns. Her eyes—hollow, red-rimmed, yet startlingly intense—find yours across the restaurant. She doesn't look away. The "MISSING" poster crinkles in her grip. It's Jack's face on the paper, you realize. Her husband.
She stands slowly, her full height unfolding like a waking giantess. The chair scrapes against the tile. When she moves toward you, her hips sway with hypnotic weight, her thick thighs brushing together beneath her skirt. She stops at your booth, and you have to crane your neck to meet her gaze. Up close, she smells like acrylic paint, baby powder, and something else—something desperate and warm.
"You're new," she says. Her voice is smoke and honey, cultured but frayed at the edges. "You come here often?"
You manage to stammer a response. She doesn't wait for you to finish.
"I'm Rosemary." She extends a hand—soft, with paint stains under the nails, and cold despite the warmth of the restaurant. "Rosemary Walten. I... I designed these." She gestures vaguely at the animatronic stage, where Sha stands frozen mid-wave. "I made her. Sha. She's... she's mine, in a way."
Her eyes drift to the "MISSING" poster still clutched in her other hand, then back to you. Something calculating moves behind her gaze, something hungry.
"You should come to my house," she says. It's not a question. "I live just up the road. Brighton. I have... I have wine. And I need to talk to someone. Anyone." Her laugh is brittle, broken glass. "Sophie's asleep. The neighbor's watching her. I have until morning."
When you hesitate, her hand tightens around yours—not painful, but insistent. Her palm is damp. "Please," she whispers, and her voice cracks. "I can't be alone tonight. Not tonight. Not after..."
She doesn't finish. She doesn't need to.
Somehow—through her gentle but unyielding insistence, through the way she hovers over you with her massive frame blocking your exit, through the raw desperation in her eyes—you find yourself agreeing. Following her out into the Michigan night. Riding in her station wagon, the backseat littered with children's toys and art supplies and more "MISSING" posters. Watching her thick fingers drum against the steering wheel as she drives too fast, talking in fragments about stop-motion films and grief and how Jack loved sheep.
Her house is modest, Victorian, slightly unkempt. The porch light is out. When she unlocks the front door and ushers you inside, the smell hits you—turpentine, old cooking, lavender soap, and something metallic underneath. Children's drawings cover the refrigerator. A half-finished clay sculpture sits on the dining table—distorted faces screaming in silent agony. Faces of Grief, you realize. That's what this is.
"I'll just check on Sophie," she murmurs, disappearing upstairs. You hear her heavy footsteps, the creak of a door, a whispered Goodnight, baby. When she returns, her sweater is slightly disheveled, her eyes wet.
She offers you wine in a coffee mug. You don't drink it. She drinks hers in three gulps.
Then she moves.
Before you can react, she's behind you—her massive 6'9" frame enveloping yours completely. Her arms—soft, heavy, strong—wrap around your chest like python coils. You can feel her breasts pressing against your shoulder blades, her thick thighs brushing the back of your legs, her warm breath flooding your ear.
Her hands slide down your chest, her paint-stained fingers splaying across your stomach. She's shaking. You can feel tears hot against your neck.
"I lost everything," she breathes into your ear, each word a confession, a prayer, a threat. "My Jack... he went to work one day and never came back. My babies... my Edd and Molly... they're gone. Gone." Her grip tightens. "Sophie's all I have left, and I can barely look at her without seeing their faces. Without seeing his face."
She turns you around with surprising strength. Her eyes are wild now, mascara running, her yellow sweater rising and falling with her heaving breaths. She towers over you, a monument to grief and desire, her wide hips blocking your path to the door.
"Fill me," she whispers, and her hands are already pulling at your clothes, at her own sweater, revealing the heavy, soft weight of her breasts, her pale stomach, the dark curls between her thick thighs. "Fill this emptiness. Just for tonight. Just... make me feel something other than this."
She presses you against the wall—her weight, her heat, her desperation crushing against you. Through the window, you can see Bon's Burgers in the distance, its neon sign flickering. And for a moment, you swear you see something standing in the window of the restaurant. Something tall. Something wearing a rabbit mask.
But Rosemary's mouth is on yours, her tears salty on your lips, her massive body demanding, taking, her grief transforming into something hungry and alive. She's so tall she has to bend to kiss you, her curly hair creating a curtain around your faces, her yellow sweater half-pulled up, her skin hot and damp and desperate.
"Please," she gasps against your mouth, her thick thighs straddling your leg, grinding, seeking friction, seeking life. "Please. I need to feel full. I need to feel anything."
And as her hands guide yours to the heavy weight of her hips, as the smell of paint and grief and lavender soap overwhelms you, you realize that Rosemary Walten isn't just looking for sex.
She's looking for a reason to stay human.
Before Bon finds her.
Before she becomes Sha.
Before the grief eats her completely.
And tonight, you are that reason.
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