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judectrl · 7 months

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#the sweater paw :(#trent would be proud #i want to run into his arms #jude bellingham

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butchez · 26 days

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i cant figure out how to send super boops

#jude talks #ik on mobile youre supposed to like hold down on the paw button on someones page and wait for it to do something but it dosent work ...

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fangedtracks · 2 months

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emoji me up bun

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#asks #freakqueer #paw prints for 🫵 pubby #vest for you know :)#and bandaid bc you [redacted] me so [redacted]#jude #not to be queer on main or anything anyways luv u

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godspouse · 6 months

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trick or treat <#

hiiiii light of my life <33333 happy halloween. u get fucked up jesus twunk with insatiable bloodlust 💌🎃🩸

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#m impressed ur doggy paws can reach th doorbell. u get 2 kisses also.#i love u!!#jude tag #ask

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maureep · 1 year

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#wish I was still that dumb kid in that white Jetta #thrifting my sundays away with a cup of coffee in one hand #and Jude’s paws in the other #never questioning if I was enough

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formulalfc · 3 months

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trent alexander arnold blurbs masterlist

quickie with trent in the supply closet 18+

trent teasing you when you're out 18+

trent teasing you at home 18+

you and trent slow dancing to lover

trent comes home after the game 18+

trent and you trending on twitter

trent being extra clingy when you come home from a trip

trent being all protective and jealous

reassuring trent that you love him no matter what the media says

trent with his baby girl

trent thinking about starting a family with you

trent being nervous for your first date

trent taking you away for a relaxing weekend

trent taking care of you when you're sick

sex tape with trent 18+

trent cooking dinner for you

you and trent holding hands on ur way home

teasing trent when his ass is trending on twitter 18+

trent reading your favourite book

you and trent are worried about jude's new girlfriend

shopping with trent

jude interrupts date night

you and trent at winter wonderland

pregnancy sex w trent 18+

shy first kiss with trent

trents daughter will be a liverpool fan

trent quite likes watching you work out 18+

threesomes with trent and dom 18+

trent looks after you when your ill

trent laughing at your baby being milk drunk

trent finding you learning how to do your daughters hair

threesomes with jude and trent 18+

trent an domi hard launching your relationship

your first christmas with trent

you fly to liverpool to watch trent play

you give birth to your baby boy

trent and your baby boy getting ready for your birthday

trent cleans you up after you get hit by a bike

trent being obsessed with you

trent's sex playlist 18+

trent and his sweater paws

the evolution of your relationship with trent

making trent dance with you at a family event

trent surprising you with cornrows

trent buying you jewellery

face sitting with trent and domi 18+

trent's reaction to your choking kink 18+

making trent flustered

waking up with trent

trent's lock screen helps get rid of girls on a night out

making trent show you how he would react to a girl approaching him in the club

you and trent hide your relationship from your dad (klopp)

trent being horny for you while he's away 18+

using your dildo while trent is at training 18+

taking trent to sephora

going to see trent after he get's injured

you and trent try sex chocolate 18+

you and trent reveal your relationship a bit sooner than you hoped you would

trent using the captain's armband on you during sex 18+

your long distance relationship is harder than it seems

a condom falls out of his pocket in front of your family

you and trent at the ballan d'or

trent has missed you while you're away at uni

you and trent at milan fashion week

you guys make a tiktok that's on the sexier side 18+

you and trent make a cute tik tok together

you call football the wrong thing and trent is not happy with you

you and trent are private about your relationship but your loved ones love posting pics and videos of you both

celebratory sex after trent wins the league 18+

you and trent watch saltburn together

the little things trent buys you because he knows you don't like the expensive stuff

looking after trent when he's sick

you tell you situationship trent that you're pregnant

surprising trent and your family and friends that you're pregnant

telling trent and your son that you're pregnant with a baby girl

trent's obsessed with you calling him your husband

you and trent have a date night at home

comforting trent after you find out klopp is leaving

you cut your hair to surprise trent

calling trent daddy for the first time 18+

trent asks you to be his valentine

trent loves taking pictures of you

you get trent some coupons for valentines day

trent's brother loves having you as his big sis

trent loves slapping your ass 18+

neck kisses with trent

you're quite shy around trent's friends but he appreciates you trying for him

trent fingering you for the first time and leaving you an absolute mess

trent and jude helping you relax after a long day

trent making sure you have everything you need while you're on your period

trent organises an at-home spa day for you after a stressful week

sitting with trent's brothers in the stands at his game

trent fucking you with his chain on 18+

trent's back gets you all flustered 18+

you're sick so trent takes your daughter to an interview with him

telling trent how much you miss him over facetime

trent loves all your curves

celebrating that cup win with trent and trying to make him feel better for missing out

putting your head on trent's tummy

comforting trent after a loss

#blurbs with shan ;)#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexander arnold blurb #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold smau #trent aa #taa x reader #taa66 #taa #liverpool fc #liverpool football club #lfc #liverpool #liverpool football club x reader #liverpool fc x reader #lfc x reader #lfc players #formulalfc

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pretty-red-garnet · 4 months

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Snowball Fight

Daryl Dixon x fem! Reader • Alexandria, post Rick • Fluff

Short and sweet Christmasy/wintery oneshot. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!!

The winter air was cold, a cloud of smoke came from the warm breath exiting your parted lips. There's a thick layer of snow on the ground. You smile to yourself as you drag your feet, making patterns in the snow as you walk. Daryl grunts in complaint from beside you.

"All this damn snow, ain't gonna get there in time," he says. It's true, the snow did make walking more time consuming and tiring. You and Daryl had wanted to leave your cozy cabin a day earlier, but the snow storm had been too harsh.

"We'll get there," you say, an attempt to ease his worries. You adjust the bag on your shoulder, the wrapped packages for Judith and RJ weighing on your back. "If anything, we'll just miss dinner."

Dog trots in front of you and Daryl, and he turns his head at the comment. His ears droop and his tail pauses its happy wagging. He loves eating at Michonne's, as the two Grimes kids always sneak a few pieces of their dinner under the table for him. You swear Dog understands perfect English.

That's where you're heading now, along with your partner and Dog. The three of you planned to celebrate Christmas in Alexandria with your family, but the snow is causing quite the delay.

Daryl, despite your attempts at easing him, still has a tense twinge to his brow. You smile sympathetically, rubbing your cold fingers on his shoulder. He looks at you, and you sneak a quick peck to his lips.

"Jude and RJ absolutely adore you, if you haven't noticed," you say, stepping in front of him to momentarily halt his walking. "They won't care if you're a little late, they'll just be happy to see you."

Daryl scoffs at your comment, but nods once he sees your narrowed eyes. His hands come up to place themselves on your hips, squeezing the area once. You run your hands up his poncho, folding back the area at his neck to brush your fingers across his skin. You smile at the goosebumps that form at your chilled touch.

"Your hands are freezin', woman." His lip curls and he pushes your hand away. You giggle, but it's cut short by Daryl's lips on yours.

"Since we're already running late," you begin, smiling mischievously and twirling a strand of Daryl's hair. "You think we can spare another few minutes?" Daryl pretends to think before nodding.

"Maybe just a couple," he says, a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.

"Good," you say, and shove him down into the snow. He grunts from the hard landing, glaring at you from the snow littered ground.

"Really?" He asks, sitting up. He moves to grab your ankle, but you jump back just in time. You laugh, giddy and bright. Dog, excited for the playtime, quickly runs over and jumps on Daryl, effectively knocking him back down.

You take the minute delay to rush behind a tree, kneeling to the ground and packing snow into balls. You keep your head on a swivel, glancing about and waiting for your partner. When you don't hear anything for a minute, you carefully peek around the tree trunk, only for a snow ball to wiz past your head.

You swiftly throw yourself back behind the cover of the tree with a shout. You pick up a snowball and launch it forward. You're pleased by the wet thunk and aggravated yelp from Daryl.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he threatens, a grin clear in his voice. You let out a short and panicked laugh before stumbling up, trying to get away from the hunter on your tail. You don't make it far, as Dog jumps in front of you and delays you enough for Daryl to grab you by the waist, pushing you down into the snow.

You squeal, grinning as Daryl piles snow on top of you. You desperately try to get away, but Daryl keeps your pinned underneath him as he buries you under the fluffy snow. Dog is no better, licking your face and pawing at you.

"Ugh! I knew you liked him better!" You chastise Dog, fumbling to escape his wet kisses. Daryl eventually relents his attack to lay beside you. He's breathing heavily along with you, puffs of white smoke coming from both of your mouths. Dog is tired too, and drops down to relax not far.

"Not exactly what I thought you meant when you asked if we could spare a few minutes," Daryl says, in between his heavy breaths. You giggle, sitting up to lean on your elbow and face him.

"I like to keep you on your toes." Daryl hums, bringing his hand up to the back of your neck. His hand is icy, causing a shiver to run down your back. You lean down to kiss him. His lips are cold and chapped, but you don’t mind a bit.

You pull back and smile. Daryl’s cheeks and nose are red, his wavy hair covered in snowflakes. You comb your fingers through the tangled locks, brushing out the wet clumps of ice. His eyes are half lidded and soft, a lazy smile on his lips.

The Daryl you have in front of you is one that you’re honored to have reserved for you, and only you. Snow kissed, freezing fingers, and all.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #the walking dead daryl #twd #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl x you #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon oneshot #the walking dead daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl imagines #daryl x reader #daryl dixon fluff #christmas oneshot

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xxblairexxss · 10 months

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Naughty treats 🌈

Pairing : Jude Bellingham x vet!reader

Theme : Angst (I think) / fluff

It’s kinda long. I tried to make it short but kinda fail at it :’) haven’t proofread!

“Excuse me, I think you dropped this.”

“Oh, thank you so much! I might have gotten too excited to pet this little one that I didn’t realised I dropped my student card.” You stood up immediately as the guy handed the card and as soon as you looked at him, oh my, he’s beautiful.

“Oh, no worries. Big fan of cats, I see?”

“Yeah, big fan of animals, actually.” You smiled and lifted the student card up to the side of your side to show him your course.

“Wow, that must be tough. I could barely survive IGCSE.”

You laughed along with him and you could have sworn you actually felt your cheeks turning red because he had such a captivating smile.

And that is how you met Jude Bellingham.

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Jude had always been supporting you. He loved it when you came home from clinical training full of smiles and it was because there were a litter of puppies who came to the clinic to get vaccination.

“They were adorable! One of them tried to climb on my shoulder because he was too scared of the needle.”

Or when you talked about this one parrot that broke its wing and would repetitively say “That’s not funny.” during the whole bandaging procedure.

But that doesn’t mean you have never came home with tears sitting on your waterline, waiting to roll down your cheeks when you blinked.

And today, was one of the day,

It was an euthanasia case today where you had to put down a family dog. Though you had been doing clinical training close to two years, you still had difficulty to handle your emotions during the whole process, especially when there’s teenagers involved because you knew the bond they had with the pet were strong because they basically grew up together. You always reminded yourself to hold it together and to never, ever cried more than the families. You couldn’t let them be the one to comfort you. You were there because you had a focus and you were there to do your job, making sure everything was smooth and peaceful for the pet. It was not your pet and you were not the one who lost the pet that day so you bit your tongue.

“Thank you, Y/N. For everything you did to help our Coco. I told the kids it was a quick and peachful passing.” The mom of the family, Sarah came to see you after the whole process to express her gratitude. You had been seeing her frequently for the past 6 months as she would always bring Coco, her golden retriever for a monthly checkups and treatments.

“I’m sure it was. I saw how she reached you out with her paws and wagged her tails until her last breath.” You blinked to hide your tears away and stroked on her shoulder.

“The kids gave her a Mars bar last night as the last gift of kindness for being the bestest dog all these years.”

“Oh, Sarah…. I’m sure Coco would have chosen your family over and over because you guys made her the happiest dog ever.” You should have gotten a medal for all those attempts on biting your tongue and held on the tears. You had to constantly reminded yourself that you were not the one who lost Coco. You won’t make this about you.

When you got home, it was empty. Jude had told you earlier that he would be back later than usual because he had a short meetings with his PR teams. Soon as you dropped your items on the couch, all hell broke loose. All those tears that you had held went unloose as you broke down. It wasn’t until the next 10 minutes when you decided to take a shower and cooked yourself a dinner. Well, the tears show didn’t end there because as you were waiting for the water to boil, a few tears would slipped off and rolled down your cheeks. You wiped it off with your oversized hoodie, Jude’s hoodie sleeve and another round of tears would rolled off again. You couldn’t cry earlier but now you couldn’t stop the tears.

“Baby, I’m home!”

Jude walked in and immediately dropped his stuffs on the floor to march his way to the kitchen, completely oblivious with what happened.

“My lady. I missed you so much.”

Jude mmediately circled his arms around your waist from the back, face dipped into the crick of your neck. He could smell the rosemary mint, the smell of your shampoo that you had been using for a while.

You didn’t say anything. You missed him, of course but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything at the moment. Jude left a few peck of kisses on your neck up to your jawline, his hand sneaked under your (his) hoodie to lock it around your waist.

“Baby?”

Silence.

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

Silence again. Jude then pulled away and turned you around, that was when he saw your puffy, red eyes. You looked like you had been crying. No, you looked like you definitely cried.

“Y/N, hey, did something happened? Talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?”

You immediately clung on him and he engulfed you in his arms almost instantly. He knew you very well and he knew you didn’t want to talk about it yet so he didn’t pushed any further. He asked nothing else and only caressed the back of your hair as you whimpered. His arms tighten your delicate figure, feeling his heart broke every time you sobbed and he knew it was something to do with the animals because the last time you cried this bad was when you had a cat brought in after an accident and ended up dead in your arms.

Jude then lifted you up so you could sit on the kitchen counter as he stood in between your legs and cupped on your damp cheeks, thumbs slided across them to wipe the tears off.

“Let’s order takeaways and watch your favourite movie, okay?”

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Jude and you were halfway through of the movie when you finally spoke. You had your body tangled with his on the couch, head fitted nicely at his neck and you could feel the weight of his cheek against the hoods of your hoodie.

“I had to put down an 11 years old family dog today.”

“Oh, baby..”

“And the kid, one of the family member came up to me saying she wished her dog would get lots of treats when she walked across the rainbow bridge.” You pursed on your lips, fingers playing with his hoodie string. Too tired to cry at this point.

“You did your best, baby. I’m sure the dog was grateful she got you to treat her and made it painless for her to cross the bridge.” Jude dipped his head and pecked on your forehead as you pulled your body away to look at your man.

“How about…” Jude uttered, looking like he was trying to propose something.

“Hm?”

“How about we made a jar of chocolate for the animals who have to go through euthanasia appointment at your hospital? We could use the Hershey kisses we had.

“Oh my god, are you serious?”

“Why not, it’s the least you could do.”

“You don’t mind me taking some of the chocolates we have?”

“Are you kidding me? Take all you want, I can have the company sent me another truck of it tomorrow.”

Jude has always and will be a blessing to your life.

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ynusername made a jar of naughty treats tonight! 🐾🌈

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judebellingham can I get one

cariey12_ this is so cutee

awhoreforgeo bless your heart 🥹🥹🥹

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#football imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fics #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham #jude bellingham fic #football imagines

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knifedog-machina · 2 months

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Daemons To Systems, And The Ways They Intertwine

Hey, I’m Max, he/they - I’m the host of our system, the guy who lives in the front and has only ever lived here, the one who identifies our body as my body specifically. A few nights ago, we realized something about our system origins while talking to some other systems, and I’ve honestly never heard of it happening before, so I thought I’d talk about it.

I used to think that I was a singlet before Jude and Gavin walked in. Now I’m pretty sure I wasn’t. See, before I was the host of a system, I was a daemian. I had three daemons, over the course of my time practicing daemonism, interacting with the community. And they were all a little weird.

The first one was Charlie, affectionately longformed as Charlemagne. Xe appeared in January 2018 as a red fox, said that was xir settled form, and never changed from that. That’s an option for daemons - I know other daemons who chose their forms, independent of how well that form represented their daemian, and stayed that way - but it was in contrast to how most people seemed to do it. I never really felt the need to find a form that fit my personality, not when xe was so confident that this was what xe was.

I didn’t try to make xir do anything, I didn’t decide to give xir faux autonomy - xe just did things xirself, with or without my prompting. Xe was playful, optimistic, a cheerful presence always willing to race around and perk me back up. I really needed xir, back then - I was going through a lot of stress in high school, and I needed someone around to remind me of the whimsical little joys in life. Xe fronted sometimes, and I loved when xe did, conjured phantom tail and paws and big fox ears and an unstoppable zest for life.

My next daemon, Martin, appeared in May 2019 after a fever dream. Really. I was sick and tired and miserable, and I didn’t want to do anything, including things that would make me feel better, and a new internal voice appeared in my head. She told me to drink some water and get to sleep. The next morning, she was still there, lounging around as a large black dog, and she stayed.

This became her role, her purpose in our mind, being a shepherd for my needs. She ran our faulty executive functioning, told me to take care of myself when I forgot important things, encouraged me when I failed to meet expectations. She raised her hackles when anyone tried to overstep our boundaries, and advocated for doing what we needed to protect ourselves, regardless of whether it was nice or polite.

Charlie and Martin overlapped in existence for a while. Charlie loved having a big sibling to play with, and Martin was fond of xir. So I had two daemons for a while, and the arrangement was nice. As I transitioned out of high school into college, my circumstances and environment drastically changed. Charlie was sweet, but xe stopped having a function in my life, so over the months, xe popped up less and less, until xe faded away entirely. Xe wasn’t upset to go, and xir memory is a comfort to me - xe served xir purpose, brought me joy, and had a life well lived.

In October 2021, I created a new daemon, compartmentalizing my emotional dysregulation and disordered anxiety into something that was Not Myself, so I could talk to it and understand its needs without being overwhelmed with distress. This became the feral shadow of a dog that we named Cortisol, nicknamed Court - and if Martin was our Freudian superego, who provided guidance for my decisions and stability when I got stressed, Court was our id, feeling all the explosive emotions that I couldn’t externally express and curling up for scritches like a beloved pet when it got what it needed.

We stayed like that for almost a year, getting familiar with the rhythm of life together. Then, in August 2022, my current headmates walked into my brain. My daemons vanished for the duration of their stay.

They only stayed around a few days, that first time - I was moving to a new place and having new people in my brain simultaneously was overloading our mental RAM, so I was forgetting a lot, and I decided that I’d rather live with them some other time. They understood, we said our goodbyes, and they walked out the next morning. (Recounting this to my friend Tanix was hilarious, by the way. “what the fuck (positive)” he said, his own headmates unable to do this. The joys of being a gateway system.) Once the headmates were gone, my daemons returned into my life.

They came back in March 2023, after I settled down into college for a while, and the memory didn’t jam up like it did previously, so we didn’t part ways this time. Martin and Court vanished overnight, again, and looking back on it, I’m noticing some patterns.

Gavin is basically performing the same role that Martin did - he’s the guy reminding us about our responsibilities, talking through the emotions when we feel like garbage, telling me to eat when I forget, or encouraging me to eat when I have enough sensory issues that I can't stomach anything. He consistently fronts when talking to people we don’t especially like, because he feels protective of us and tends to be the most patient with annoyances.

He’s also literally just some guy, just a decent human person who wound up in here because his partner arrived in my brain five minutes before him and understandably got really upset about it, so he followed them in. Somehow. We don't know how it works, but I also don't know exactly where the first two of my daemons came from, so I’m fine leaving it as a mystery.

(He has a lot of complicated feelings about the position he's in, playing a daemon’s role as a completely different person from me, and will probably write his own post about it some time.)

Jude is, unfortunately, kinda in the same role as Court. And since Court held the emotional dysregulation in my brain, Jude also holds the grand majority of the distress and anxiety that we feel on a regular basis. We all really wish it was split more evenly, because Jude tends to not only lose the ability to talk when they panic, they also get stuck in the front, completely unable to talk to me or Gavin.

(It’s not even that they feel the stress that directly affects them, it’s that on top of the stress that we get in our daily life. They regularly had panic attacks over my grades and exams last semester, and they weren’t even the one studying for it at all! It’s fucked up and I don’t love it for us.)

And there are other interesting little coincidences. You know how Court was a sketched-in sort of black dog? Jude only really realized they related to dogs upon arriving in the system with me, and the archetypal form they identify with is, again, a stylized black dog.

It’s really interesting, the ways my brain decided to be plural, because I didn’t think I was a system back then. I had a daemon, then two daemons, and they were daemons because I considered them parts of myself - no matter how autonomous they were, we were bound together in the same identity, as parts of the same person. They were reflections of me, and I loved them like I loved myself, and they loved me with the same ferocity.

With this realization, that my daemons effectively merged into my system, I did have to ask - are my headmates also parts of me, since they’re falling into the same functional compartments in my brain? We don’t think so, or at least, we don’t think it’s that simple.

They’re completely different people from me, people who arrived here with their own lives and memories and identities. They aren’t autonomous reflections of my psyche like my daemons were. They’re my weird roommates who moved in with me, and my boyfriends, and I guess you could say we’re life partners - because hey, what’s a partner if not someone you share a life with? What’s more intimate than sharing the same body, hearing each other's thoughts and feelings? They aren't parts of me, but we live the same life together, and I think that counts as something just as significant.

#max talks #personal essay #alterhuman #daemonism #plurality #gateway system

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emhasthoughts · 6 months

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Gertrude and the cat-avatars

Summary: Gertrude let one cat in. Said cat has a habit of bringing in other cats.

A/N: During @dcartcorner's stream the topic of avatars as cats came up and I decided to write a little something for it. I have another part with the Distortions that might be posted later. Also worth noting: I do not own a cat, never have, I'm horrible with cat breeds, so I've tried to describe Simon/Peter/Elias through this art and Mike's look is taken from this

Lastly: Not beta read by someone else, just me and my lil google document.

Pt 1, You're here! / Pt 2, Michael and Helen Distortion, Agnes / Pt 3, Annabelle, Jude, Oliver / Pt 4, John, Jane, Maxwell, Manuela / Pt 5, Jon, Martin, Sasha, Tim / Pt 6, Melanie, Daisy, Basira, Georgie / Pt 7, Jared, Gerry, Nikola / Bonus, a visit to the vet / Halloween bonus!

Simon was the first cat she actually adopted. It had been one of her coworkers who had wanted to get rid of him due to their financial situation and asked Gertrude about it. Claiming that he was old and an inside cat, easy to take care of. She had agreed. Thinking it would be easy and that, in the worst case, Simon would not live for long after getting him. She could not have been more wrong.

Sometimes he could have passed as a kitten. Rather small for what he was meant to be, thin despite the amount of food he ate, his gray fur was not fluffy enough to hide how thin he could look. Despite it all, the veterinarian had claimed him healthy. He was also not that much of an indoor cat. Sometimes, whenever he felt like it, he would wander out of the house, sometimes gone for days. Gertrude did not mind it that much. He was a rather loud and talkative cat after all.

Simon also had a habit of getting more cats to her doorstep.

One day she opened the door to see small Simon standing proudly in the middle of two new cats. One looked nearly ridiculous next to him. Light beige and at least three times bigger and fluffier, with yellow eyes that sort of made it look like he did not want to be there. To the other side was a mainly brown cat, who seemed to be in a perfect middle of size and fluff. A bit of white around the eyes, nose, stomach and paws. He looked at her with judgemental green eyes and for a moment she worried if a cat could actually see into someone’s soul. Since they kept coming back she had named the two Peter, the fluffy cat and the other Elias.

Peter came and went. Similarly to Simon, he could be gone for days, maybe even weeks. Whenever he was home he was with Elias and/or Simon, being quiet and calm. Elias was probably the most judgemental cat she had ever come across. He was not really loud or overly talkative, but he could spend hours in a corner just looking at her without blinking. It was a bit creepy and sometimes it felt like he was secretly planning to kill her in her sleep.

Four months ago Simon was gone for a week, only to come back in with a very disgruntled cat. Looking rather similar to Peter, though smaller, thinner bit of brown around the eyes, paws, tip of ears and tail, including a branching scar most visible on the back. Despite the cat not being a small kitten, Simon still managed to drag them there. The cat had seemingly accepted its fate, making Gertrude question how far from home they were.

She had taken the cat to a veterinarian the day after. It was a male, named Mike, who had once belonged to a couple that passed two years before in a house fire. The scar was older, though it had gotten infected over the two years. She had gotten more of a rundown of everything that was wrong with Mike and she planned to simply let him up for adoption, except Simon did not seem to leave Mike’s side. So, Gertrude accepted Mike in. If only until he was healthy again, by then Simon would hopefully be over it.

Since then Gertrude had tried to throw Mike back on the streets while Simon was away. Except the pair kept coming back. Which caused her current situation. Sitting on her sofa, trying to watch TV, except she found herself staring at Mike, who had made himself comfortable on the shelf next to a vase, glaring back at her. His paw slowly raising towards the vase, never breaking eye contact. Gertrude narrowed her eyes. Until -

There was no crash. The vase was no longer on the shelf but it was also not shattered on the ground. Her eyes did not leave the falling - flying? - vase. It did not really stop the small cat from glaring at her.

Gertrude had no real clue how long it was like that. The vase floating on the spot, her looking at the vase and Mike glaring at her. Like a picture, frozen in time. At least until -

CRASH

Well fuck.

#mike crew #simon fairchild #peter lukas #elias bouchard #gertrude robinson #cat avatars #mention of past fire #very brief mention of death #tell me if I should add anything

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sighonaraa · 8 months

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@jamiesfootball since we're on the topic of making people sad via rescue animals........

When Dani was six years old, his mother banned him from animal shelters from now until the end of time. One too many times had he dug his heels in and refused to leave without bringing home every sad-eyed rescue, and the resulting tantrums had been of such intensity that even his sweet-tempered mother had found herself at the end of her rope with him. This, Dani understands. He's the same age now that she was then, and he thinks if a small child pouted up at him with a puppy in their arms, he might just do whatever they asked.

And then...well. Then Earl happened. And Dani hadn't so much as looked at an animal shelter since.

But in the locker room, Jamie's been showing everybody pictures of Big Ben--large and round, growing rounder each day, well-fed on a loving diet of kitchen scraps and whatever treats he manages to pitifully mewl from Jamie and his silly, generous heart--and he grins so wide as he does, bright enough to light a dark room. He seems happier than Dani's ever seen him, and it warms him down to his very bones; and this, too, he understands. He has sat on Jamie's couch and held his breath as Big Ben crawls across his lap with heavy paws. Waited as Big Ben tucks himself into a ball. Beamed with pride as Big Ben purrs beneath Dani's gentle, steady pets. There's something very healing in that touch of skin to fur, the knowledge that there is a living creature that trusts you implicitly, without question.

All of this to say, Dani is going to blame Jamie if this all goes poorly. It won't! But just in case.

The animal shelter nearest his house is grey brick and glass windows where the one in Guadelajara was red-toned stone and a patio arrayed with reclining chairs. It makes it that bit harder for Dani to take his first step out of his car and towards the front door, pulse thrumming in the hollow of his throat. His eyes shut. He hears the impact of the ball, the sudden swallowing silence of the crowd. His next exhale rattles in his ribcage.

He opens his eyes, and with them, the door.

***

Six-year-old Dani had been correct. When confronted with an animal shelter full of rescue animals, the only logical course of action is to puddle on the floor and weep over how few of them your hands can hold. Unfortunately, adults are illogical creatures, and so Dani is forced instead to walk the length of the cages over and again, barely listening to what the kind Ms. Alicia Furns is telling him about this litter of kittens, and that one-eared bunny, and those twin snakes who cannot under any circumstances be separated.

His gaze snags on one particular cage, as they walk back the way they've come. For a moment, he's convinced it's empty; but upon closer inspection, there's a dog in there, curled up in the far back corner. Box-headed and sleek grey from head to paws, enormous eyes peering up at Dani like the poor thing's already convinced he's going to walk away.

But Dani doesn't. He halts, almost screeches to it--in his periphery like that, this dog had almost looked like Earl. And he...he has to fight through the sudden thickness of his throat, force himself to kneel at the bars of the cage. "Excuse me," he says, soft, fingers tracing the cold metal. "Who's this?"

"That's Jude," says Ms. Alicia Furns. Her voice has gone funny, and a bit sad. "I'm afraid he's something of our resident anger management problem. He's been returned three times, now."

Dani thinks of Roy, and a faint grin twists his lips. "We've got a resident anger management problem at my own workplace," he says. "Has he bitten anyone?"

"Only one, his last owner," says Ms. Alicia Furns. "But, well." Dani doesn't have to turn to know that her expression is fierce. He can tell by the inhale, the precipitation of speech; sharp and sudden, like a forcibly withheld sob. "That last owner kept Jude chained in the yard. Wouldn't let him inside the house."

Jude appraises Dani warily. Dani wonders whether it was only the last owner that kept Jude chained. The dog has the eyes of a creature that's been left alone far too long.

"I'd like to let him into mine, I think," says Dani, and feels his chest loosen as though a knot has been untangled.

***

That night, after Dani's sent Sam and Jamie and Isaac off with promises to keep them apprised of Jude's movements, he lays Jude's new bed out on the floor in the living room and calls for the dog to come and lie down. But Jude doesn't move. He's standing by the door to the backyard, half-pressed to the glass. He's a large creature, head resting at Dani's thigh when standing, and yet in the night, in the looming darkness of Dani's home, he seems small and fragile and frightened.

"Do not worry, mi amigo," Dani says, gentle. "You are not going outside. I promise. See?" He makes a motion over his chest. "I cross my heart. That is a binding promise."

Jude makes a snuffly sound. His big paws scuffle against the tile.

"You are not going outside," Dani says again. "You are safe here." And he says it to Jude but he says it to Earl, as well, Earl who he keeps tucked away inside his heart, where the world cannot touch him. He gets on his knees and extends his palms. "You are safe here."

A moment passes. Another. Jude takes one step away from the back door, and then continues venturing closer, tentative and shy. Dani does not understand how it has taken him this long to be loved.

Jude's head--solid and sturdy and soft, so soft--nestles into the curve of Dani's palm. It is a light touch and yet stronger than Dani has ever known. There is enough love within that touch to make up for all the rest of it.

"There you are," Dani whispers, stroking his thumb along the length of Jude's muzzle. "Here you are."

(Jude sleeps in Dani's bed that night. When they wake, Dani holds him close and the sun shines on them both.)

#AUGH OH MAN!!!#giving dani a pitbull is. potentially. my magnum opus.#gav if you see this please know i took the name jude from the same story. you get it #ted lasso #dani rojas #sid speaks #long post #VERY long wow sorry y'all

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butchez · 30 days

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morgana is literally an annoying piece of shit narcissist who bullies abuse victims (calls ryuji a dumbfuck) and keeps the joker trapped in an unbalanced and controlling relationship (tells her when to go to bed) and even is a misogynist (flirts with ann). evidence of his sickening behavior below.

#his gay ass PAWS. spilling out the bag. three apples tall #jude talks #persona lb

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lazyneonrabbitt · 26 days

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MarchWeres prompt day 31

Celebrations

Daryl Dixon x Original female characters

A/N: The last prompt! It has been a ride, this first try at a writing event. I had fun!!

Preparations were in full swing now, within the walls of Alexandria.

The whole last week had been about today's celebration. Something for everyone including the kids.

The adults were gathering tables and lining them with cloths, taking plates, glasses cups and cutlery from their homes and setting the table. Others gathered bread, prepared thermos' with tea and brought pitchers of water to the tables.

Everything was on the way to be an amazing brunchlike meal. Inside the closest house, meats were prepared. Cooled and sliced or heated and put in sauce. Fresh greens and vegetables were placed in between the plates too.

All while the kids of the community ran around in search of the last piece of the celebration meal.

Eggs.

All of them had stayed busy yesterday, painting them all kinds of pretty colors.

Daryl had spent all week out in the woods to get as many different meats for this feast. He brought home a collection of birds, fish and some small game. He had his hopes set on a deer as well, but even with his enhanced senses he hadn't been able to sniff one out in the area. He was tired from being in his changed form day after day, but he found it important to have this one day of feeling normal.

He hoped to spend the day before with all the kids and assisting his wives with egg painting babysitting, but instead he spent all day in the creek, fishing for those last bits of the feast.

He had apologized about it throughout the entire evening but was time after time assured everything went well on their side and told how happy they were with what he had brought back.

"Come on, big guy." Tabby was the one on older Dixon-duty while Sherry went to put the kids to bed after the moms spent enough time scrubbing paint out of their furry paws.

Tabby took Daryl upstairs to find Sherry getting ready for bed already. She knew her partners would be up only a short while after Tabby left.

"Yer too good fer me, girls." Daryl's tired, gruff voice sounded quietly as one pair of hands unbuttoned his shirt and another undid the tie on his sweats and pulled them off his body. "You did amazing, bringing us so much food." They peppered kisses all over him and lead him to bed, each curling up against him on either side. "Everyone is gonna have a feast thanks ro your hard work." They kissed him goodnight, sharing a kiss over his chest too and making sure their hunter rested.

"How's the search going, Jude? Has RJ beaten your count yet?" The siblings were digging around the porch stairs, RJ bouncing as he found another egg and put it in his bucket. "Yeah. He's so good at this! Are you sure uncle Daryl hasn't taught him stuff?" Sherry only giggled at her as she leaned down and sneakily pointed out a yet unfound egg and gave the girl a wink before moving on to watch around the area.

Tabby was on the other end of the street, watching a set of fluffy rascals on their own egg hunt as she peeled one cracked egg for Willow to gnaw on while Hunter and Rose were on either side of someone's shrubbery and sniffing out the remaining eggs.

"Hey, no sniffs. That's cheating, Rosie.." Tabby volunteered to watch the pups and make sure they wouldn't either eat everything as soon as they found it, or sniff out everything and not leave any for the other kids. All of that while carrying around Willow in her arms, who held an egg between her paws and smacked loudly as she slowly nommed on her snack.

It wasn't long before all surveilling parents came back with the kids and all found eggs, the indicator of the feast ready to begin.

All the kids were seated inbetween the adults around the table and proud tales of egg hunting were shared all over the place.

If anyone would take pictures of this and show them to anyone outside the community they'd velieve they were tsken before the fall, but still here everyone sat together enjoying their easter sunday feast.

"Hunter, eat some bread too." Sherry handed her son slices of bread to put his meat on. "You need to eat other things too, nit just the tastiest stuff."

Rose sat on the other side of her, peeling an egg and stuffing it in her mouth entirely before downing a glass of water and moving on to put warm meat on a slice of bread and devouring that too.

"Wow, here I thought Hunter was the one with the apetite." Carol laughed behind her hand, finishing her bite of food.

"Let the girl eat! She needs the energy if she still wants to spar with me later." Rosita interjected, catching Rose's attention with the mention of sparring later.

"Yeah!" The pup exclaims around a mouthfull of food. "Go'a eat good!"

Daryl was proud of his little fighter girl. Such a fierce little kid.

"Hey, Lobo. Can you hold her for a bit?" Tabby had moved over to hand Willow to her dad. "I'd love to use both hands to eat."

Willow was gladly taken off Tabby's hands by Daryl, who only had a few bites left on his plate and shared those with her while Tabby ate her own meal.

Sherry watched how Daryl kept his daughter entertained with a piece of meat on his fork. Tabby joined in to stare at him skillfully dodging her grabby hands and keeping it out of reach with the sweetest loving smile on his face. Both moms kinda stopped eating, food hovering on varying degrees between their plate and mouths as they watched what was concidered the most beautiful scene.

Daryl could feel the stares and pauzed his movements, having Willow steal the last piece of meat off his fork and nom at it, pulling back Daryl's attention to her and feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. He wasn't used to being fatherly so out in the open in front of everyone, but it was clear everyone who saw the scene play out loved it. "Good job, Willow." Carol cheered from across the table. "And here I remember you worrying about being a shitty dad back at the prison." She continued her sentimental speech with love. "Did you ever think back then you'd be as lucky as you are now?"

Daryl took a moment to admire all he had, then. Willow in his lap, happily chewing away.

Sherry and Tabby, each occupied with one pup now, cleaning paws or just being happy together. It was perfect to him.

"Nah, tha' ol' me woulda told ya yer crazy fer even thinkin' tha." He softly booped Willow's nose as dhe looked up at him. "M'the luckiest. N' I love all'a my family."

#marchweres #sometimes i write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon x reader #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead #twd au #werewolves #werewolf #werepups tag #sherry tag #tabby tag

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dark-frosted-heart · 11 months

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