#floofie st bernard

[jellycatfriends]

floofie st bernard by jellycat

#floofie st bernard #floofie #st bernard #dog #pet #2023 release #jellycat #jellycats #plushblr #plushcore #safeplush #soft toy #stuffed animal #stuffed toy #toycore

[jellycatstuffies]

Floofie St Bernard

Ko-fi / Instagram

#stuffed animals #stuffies #stuffed animal #jellycat #jellycats #jellycatstuffies #jellycatplush #jellycatlondon #dog #dogs #puppy #puppies #st bernard #dog plush #plush dog #cute #plush #plushies #plushie #plushblr #plushcore #plushiecore #stuffiecore #plush toy #plush toys #soft toy #soft toys #toycore #kidcore #cute dog

[siliconosaurus]

Jellycat Floofie St Bernard

#kidcore #toycore #jellycat #st bernard #dog #plushie #plushblr

[silly-baba]

baba!!!! ma jellycat floofie st bernard cames in!! he look jus lik me!!! Woof!!

🐾

@tummy-rubs-for-wilson-pup

m gona add a picture in a reblogs

Oh, that's so great, Pup!

I'm super happy for you!! I can't wait to see the picture!!!

･.*.ﾟ☆❗please only interact if your blog is SFW❗☆ ﾟ.*.･

#ask #petre #pet regression #petre community #pet regression community #sfw petre #sfw pet regression #baba space #baba loves critters

[absotivelyplushilutely]

Positively SCREAMING about the upcoming Jellycat Autumn release! So many perfect Jellies I could cry.

My picks and honourable mentions are below the read-more (Beware: LONG).

Here are my top 5!

1. Huge Barnabus Pig - If I can buy only one (or even only one Jellycat for the entire rest of the year) this will be the one. I love my Bartholomew and Montgomery in Huge, I collect pig plushies, I was so excited to see the huge coming out. I hope they drop the rest of the series (Archibald and Edmund) in the huge size too, I couldn't resist them. Gotta think of a name that'll work with my Bartholomew and Montgomery (Rumbly Tumbly and Rolly Polly)

2. Floofie St Bernard - Incredible, and they're so big. This is one of my favourite dog breeds. I would looooove to have this one.

3. Viggo Mammoth - They have that droopy/tired eyelid thing I love they're floppy and chunky, and a big size, yes! Love Stellan too.

4. Myrtle Hippo - Chonk! Also the wrinkles by the eye make them look tired/worried which ai find very endearing. Awwwww.

5. The Cuddlebuds - I think I'd have to get them as a set, I couldn't split them up. Their butts appear to be hand sized, they have sleepy eyes ahh yes.

Honourable mentions (in no particular order)...

Top Row left to right:

Snowy Owling - So cute, reminds me of Guardians of Gahoole.

Bryno Dino - Such a sweet friend.

Bottom Row Left to Right:

Stellan Sabertooth - So gorgeous! For some reason I want to put a bowtie on them?

Nessie Nessa - I love them. They kinda give me Fossily Dino but make it Nessie.

Harvey Bear - Chonk! I think they look amazing to cuddle!

Realistically I'd get all of these if I could but I'm not rich and I don't have much room xD if I were to put them all in one list it'd go...

Huge Barnabus Pig

Floofie St Bernard

Viggo Mammoth

Myrtle Hippo

The Cuddlebuds (Myrtle Hippo and The Cuddlebuds [band name called it] are probably tied)

Stellan Sabertooth

Snowy Owling

Nessie Nessa

Harvey Bear

Bryno Dino

My system for picking is very much about cuddles and adventures (or um, potential adventures since I don't get to go anywhere usually xD). I mostly buy ones that will be nicest to cuddle, a selection of ones for photos/adventures, and very occasionally I allow one I'll mostly display or pat. I also limit how many I buy at once, if I can't hug everyone in the order at once then I need to reduce the number. Although it doesn't really come to that these days xD

Lastly here are a few more honourable mentions (but ones that I probably wouldn't get because of my above rules)

Top row, Left to right:

Amuseable Pink and white Marshmallows

Amuseable Doughnut

Amuseable Cream Star

Amuseable Rainbow Birthday Cake

(I'm not usually into the Amuseables, besides the cloud, rainbow, and moon, but these would all look perfect in my bedroom if I could decorate properly)

Second row, Left to right:

Sweater French Bulldog (Purple)

Albert Jack Russell

Georgiana Poodle

Jackson Husky

(I adore the Jellycat dogs, and I always have to fight myself not to buy them all, Jackson Husky is particularly sweet, and I'd be so tempted to dye Georgiana Poodle because she almost looks like my Cockerpoo. One of my rules though is that I have to truly desperately want a plush that is posed in a seated or standing dog position because they're less cuddly. I wish they'd do all of their dogs in a floppy laying down pose [like the Floofies], although I'd never be able to afford them all xD)

Third row, Left to right.

Daphne Pomeranian

Freya Pony

Isadora Unicorn

Adon Dragon

(Also very fond of these, I'd be especially tempted to add Adon to my dragon shelf but as I said, I try not to get too many posed plushies. Freya Pony is particularly stunning and I think if she'd been posed a bit more like Seraphina Pegasus I probably would've put her in my top 5 or 10.)

Fourth row; Left to right:

Spooky Greta Gremlin

Cauldron Cuties

Ooky Bat

Skeleton Bob

(Kinda a themed row. These are awesome and if I had a place to decorate for Samhain I'd love to add them in, plus they're very cute in their own right just as general plush.)

Fifth row; Left to right:

Gomez Gorilla

Little Snake

Timmy Turtle

(Gomez reminds me of Terk from Tarzan which I love, I can't tell if the longer fluff is comparable to Wilf Wolf or if it's more like Gus Gryphon both are good I just want to know. Honestly Gomez looks fantastic though, tempting even! Little Snake is probably one of the cutest snake plushies I've seen. Timmy the Turtle just makes me giggle, he's an angry looking little guy but I think he's just trying to remember if he knows someone xD)

I don't know release dates or anything, chances are I won't be able to buy right away anyway (I'll be lucky to get anything at all honestly 😅) but I'm really happy with what they'll be releasing! I love seeing other people's new Jellies even if I don't get any myself. It's also way more than I expected but I figure it could be two releases one for Autumn and one for Halloween, maybe three if they drop the Amuseable bags as their own set or something.

I figured the Autumn release would be more of a hit with me, I'm just not a Summer person. I'd say it's like they listened to people's requests for bigger Jellycats but realistically I know they design way in advance. Now, if only I could just come into money and a house somehow xD

#jellycat

[i-cant-sing]

Batfam with adopted reader that has a service dog?? And it’s a big boi dog, too. I’m talking like a St. Bernard, like, have you seen those dogs? They’re like small bears and I love them so much. Before online school I would almost always see this guy that had like 3 St. Bernards walking around the block and ever since I’ve aspired to be that person with a pack of dogs walking around the neighborhood.

Man I love big dogs too. They're so dumb and cuddly, thinking that they're still a little pup when they lunge at you💖

Now Batfam already have a dog, Titus, a great dane. And that dog is already trained to be protective of family members, so when you come into their life, this good boy is also protective of you until it smells another dog on you.

Betrayal.

No when they find out that its a service dog, they start to warm up to the idea more. Damian has to teach Titus that your dog isn't a threat or a replacement. And your dog is just big, floofy ball of energy- he's just vibing with you, while Titus is always on guard mode.

Eventually tho, the Batfam trains your dog to be a guard dog too, teaching it to stop you from leaving the Wayne estate alone. Like they both work as a team now. If you somehow get your dog to stop pulling the back of your shirt and go out the door, you're tackled down by Titus the moment you step a foot on to the grass. Then both dogs lay over you like a warm fluffy blanket, keeping you pinned to the ground until Alfred or someone else brings you back in.

Honestly, the more you try to escape, the more dogs they're gonna get to both keep you busy and stop you from running.

#yandere batfam #yandere batman

[cinnamonest]

I raise you this, what kind of hybrids would the genshin boys be?

Oooh tbh if we're going with that I'll say

Diluc: catboy honestly

Kaeya: dogboy, but like, not a big floofy dog, like one of those sleek but powerful dog breeds... Like a rottweiler or smth

Zhongli: honestly like a catboy but like, a big cat. Like a lion or a tiger

Chongyun: dogboy, a tiny floofy breed

Xingqiu: catboy 1000000%

Venti: bunnyboy

Scara: honestly I want to see him as something hilariously adorable bc it would just make him angrier. So I'm gonna say bunnyboy or like a mouse

Albedo: smth weird. Like. Ok remember the Albedillo post from like a week ago? That's what I've decided. Albedillo.

Bennett: foxboy

Childe: dogboy, probably like a floofy dog but a big one. Like a St bernard

Xiao: my first thought was "red panda" and I'm sticking with that. Like a red panda but like, teal

Razor: what do you think lol

#lena's asks

[ghostie-galaxi]

Ghost9 as Dog Breeds

I've been looking at dogs just now because I want one eventually so this is now what I'm doing because why not, it's cute 💜

Junhyung -> German Shepherd

Leader

Is serious

But is secretly playful

Is literally Determined Puppy

Handsome Boy ✨

Dongjun -> St. Bernard

Big Doofus

Doesn't look like it on the outside but is still weird and goofy

Is mostly laid-back though

And always caring and helpful

Goofball

Shin -> Bernese Mountain Dog

Is floofy and playful

But also calm

Mature as well

Not super active but enough

Aestheticly pleasing

Kangsung -> Samoyed

Mega Floof, Mega Cute

How could you not love it?

Lively but controlled

Gentle

Takes care of you

Junseong -> Beagle

Loud, cute, playful

Never knows what's going on

Cute weird

Still charming though

Always have fun

Prince -> Boston Terrier

Mostly quiet, noise is too much work

Can still be mischievous though

Likes napping

Prefers being calm indoors

But can still be energetic

Woojin -> Pug

Adorable

Surprisingly calm

Can get out of hand sometimes

Mostly mature though

Cuddle monster

Taeseung -> Golden Retriever

You saw this coming

He literally says he is

Can't blame him though, he's right

Happy all the time

Playful and cute, what more could you want?

Jinwoo -> Daschund

Cute and playful

But also a little shit

But he's cute so you can't even stay mad at him

He knows what's he's doing though...

Still enjoyable nonetheless

#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #ghost9 #ghost9 fluff #ghost9 angst #ghost9 reactions #ghost9 scenarios #junhyung #dongjun #shin #kangsung #junseong #prince #woojin #taeseung #jinwoo #ghost9 dog breeds #dogs #cute #doge

[pop-goes-the-sneasel]

could u review stoutland!

Hmmmm, Stoutland!

Stoutland’s an intensely floofy dog, and that’s kind of about it. Like many Normal-types, it follows a design ethos of taking a real-life animal and turning it into a pokemon without any elemental twist or notable gimmick. Broadly, this tends to produce pokemon that are more conceptually boring than their non-Normal contemporaries, and Stoutland is unfortunately no exception. It’s kinda just a dog! That’s okay though. We like dogs!

And again, it’s a VERY floofy dog. That floof is its whole appeal, sporting a long fur coat that covers its entire body and complemented with an absurdly large moustache-like growth hanging from its face, with said moustache apparently determining social status amongst its species. Kinda like show dogs, I guess? Many of its dex entries discuss the protection its fur can provide in wintry conditions, with a talent for saving travelers lost in blizzards – a characteristic seemingly derived from popular portrayals of St. Bernards. Its ability, Sand Rush, interestingly increases speed in sandstorms, so I guess the fur helps with sand too. Beyond that, it’s said to be intelligent, valiant, and generally just an upstanding doggo overall. And you can ride it in Sun and Moon!!!!

As a design, it does a good job melding its floof aspect with actual behaviours and characteristics, even being said to be uncomfortable in Alola. As such, I’d say it’s a good design, for communicating what it intends to communicate – but it also isn’t super appealing, at least to me. The brown colour scheme feels rather plain, and whilst the moustache fits it well enough in this case, I’m generally not a fan of facial hair on pokemon. It’s definitely not bad, though; I just don’t really vibe with it myself.

Stoutland also got a pretty memorable anime appearance in the Sun and Moon series, as an elderly friend of not-yet-Ash’s Litten. Litten provided Stoutland with food and company, resulting in Ash’s decision not to catch Litten initially. They would meet a few more times, with Stoutland later collapsing and Litten seeking Ash for help. It turned out Stoutland was dying, and after a session of Stoutland trying to teach Litten Fire Fang, it fell asleep. Litten curled up with it after and fell asleep as well. Upon Litten waking, Stoutland was gone, nowhere to be found. ;w;

Shiny Stoutland’s unfortunately got a rather ugly goldenrod aesthetic going on, much warmer and more intense than the cool browns. It kinda looks like it got drenched in orange juice or something, which isn’t an appealing look.

Overall, Stoutland’s pretty good, even if I’m not personally into it. The concept is definitely solid despite not being terribly imaginative. And however “boring” Stoutland may seem, that doesn’t detract from its core appeal. It’s a big, floofy dog, even known officially as the “Big-Hearted Pokemon”, and that’s all it needs to be! It’s just SUCH an upstanding doggo!!!

And you can ride it!!!! Hell yeah!!!!!!!/10

#pokemon #pokemon reviews #pkmn #swsh #stoutland #lillipup #herdier #normal type #unova #gen 5 #Anonymous

[vannahfanfics]

Hey there, @madeofsaltiness​! Here is your second match-up, this time for Haikyuu!! Once again, I’m very appreciative that you commissioned me, and I hope you’ve enjoyed them!

I match you with...

Kōtarō Bokuto!

That’s right, this is the man for you! This gentle giant loves you to the ends of the earth and thinks that you’re the most adorable girl on the planet. He thinks it’s so adorable how shy you are at first, but loves it even more when you open up to him and become a ball of enthusiasm just like him! He loves it when you give him advice; he always listens, even sometimes too enthusiastically... However, he knows that sometimes you can be so stubborn that you don’t practice what you preach, so sometimes he has to wrap you up in a bear hug and tell you to stop and think for a minute. Is it just an excuse to cuddle you? Probably, but he does worry, too!

Kōtarō loves to laugh, so he definitely appreciates that you have a sense of humor. He’s an optimist that borders on overconfident, so he likes that you look on the bright side and make the best of situations, too! He thinks you’re a bundle of fun, so he loves to take you out to clubs and parties so you can have a good time! Though Kōtarō is a full-on extrovert, he knows that sometimes you just don’t have the energy. Don’t be afraid to tell him you’re not feeling it! If you don’t want to go out, he is 100% okay with snuggling up with you for a night of movies or videogames, too! As long as he’s with you, this big guy is completely happy! 

Kōtarō also loves animals, especially dogs! His favorite are big, poofy, energetic dogs. He loves to wrestle around on the floor or in the grass with his pupper, and is very enthusiastic about training it to fetch. He likes taking the dog to the dog park too to socialize, but it’s more just so Kōtarō can go around petting every pooch in sight. 

Kōtarō loves that you dance! He thinks it’s soooooo sexy! He loves to dance with you, too, even though he’s not nearly as skilled as you are. He likes it when you choreograph routines for you guys to do together; he gets so into it, and even though his movements are a bit more fumbly and uncoordinated, he has a blast! He loves to just sit back and watch you dance sometimes, too. He just thinks it’s the sexiest thing on the planet, and as soon as you’re done dancing, he just can’t help grabbing you by the hips and kissing you all over because it just makes him realize how damn amazing you are!

He also thinks it’s really fun how many languages you know. He wants you to teach him and is an avid and quick learner. He even goes out of his way to find new languages for you guys to learn together. He thinks it’s a great way to spend time with you, and it can be useful down the road. 

Kōtarō is a big boy and big boys gotta eat, so this mans is a real foodie. He loves to go find the weirdest things possible to eat, so therefore, he loves to travel. You don’t even have to give him money; if it’s weird, outlandish, or even a little bit disgusting, Kōtarō is gonna try to eat it just to say he did. It makes food outings really fun and memorable, though!

Though Kōtarō seems like a dense airhead, he can actually get pretty thoughtful when he wants to. He loves to snuggle up with you in the bed or under the stars and have deep conversations into the night. Oftentimes these turn into silly hypotheticals and debates, given that both of you are fun-loving people, but sometimes you get a peek of just how philosophical Kōtarō can be. 

I’m really enthusiastic about how much Kōtarō loves food, so I thought that some headcanons on one of your food adventures would be fun!: 

You and Kōtarō often go meandering downtown in search of street food and dives to go try some new food. You walk hand-in-hand down the small streets and sidewalks, discussing what you’re in the mood for. 

It really doesn’t matter, though, because as soon as Kōtarō sees something that interests him, he’s zooming off with you in tow. He’s targeted a new street vendor, so it seems the decision for dinner has been made regardless of any input you may offer. 

He plunks down at the counter, practically bristling with excitement as he drinks in the oden steaming in vats of broth in silver trays. You’d never had oden before, since it wasn’t sold in these parts, so you had to admit that you were excited to try it. You sit down beside Kōtarō, studying the selection while making small talk with the vendor. 

It ended up being a good decision. The various oden were steeped in rich broth that saturated them with flavor, making you hum with delight at every bite. Kōtarō was inhaling the oden like a ravenous beast; you almost felt bad, knowing that your boyfriend was going to devour the vendor’s entire stock. Your wallet already felt lighter. 

However, that didn’t matter. The smile on Kōtarō’s face was simply radiant, and praise tumbled from his mouth, enough to make the vendor begin to blush. You loved seeing him this happy, so it didn’t matter how much it cost. 

Like usual, though, Kōtarō overdoes it. He’s nursing a distended belly and practically waddling down the street whence you came, bellyaching about his bellyache. He nuzzles into you, seeking your touch to soothe the pain, and you can’t help but joke about what a baby he is. Still, he’s your baby. 

Again, Kōtarō loves big, floofy dogs. I thought I would elaborate on that with a cute little scenario, specifically about a trip to the dog park: 

You don’t know who’s bounding faster, your St. Bernard or Kōtarō, as you walk through the gate of the dog park. Your dog immediately zooms into the grass, falling onto his back to begin rolling around in the dewy, pleasantly-smelling blades. His fluffy fur drifts on the breeze, even though you’d brushed him before you left. Kōtarō flops onto the dog’s belly to boop its nose with his own, then ravage its belly with enthusiastic pets and scratches. 

Sometimes, you wondered if Kōtarō was nothing more than a big, silly dog in human form. 

His eyes are bright when he turns to you, and it didn’t take much of your imagination to envision him crowned with big floppy ears and a thick, wagging tail. You smile as you crouch down to pet your dog’s head, watching his big pink tongue loll happily and douse his fur in drool. 

“Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” Kōtarō babbled as he swept his large hands around the dog’s furry belly in wide circles. The dog barked in response, loud and booming, that attracted the attention of nearby pets and owners alike. You laughed, always charmed by Kōtarō’s enthusiasm for your shared pet. They really were on the same wavelength, and there was so much love between them. 

“All right, boy. You wanna fetch?” Kōtarō asked while he stood, pulling a tennis ball out of his hoodie pocket. The dog rolled onto his belly, barking again, and Kōtarō wasted no time in hurling the ball as far as he could. It sailed across the park to land near the fence. With speed almost surprising for such a hulky body, your dog took off for the ball. While you waited for him to retrieve it, you sidled up to your boyfriend and hugged his waist. 

“What is it, babe?” he asked, still watching your dog with a smile, but he dropped a kiss into your hair. 

“Sometimes I think you love him more than me,” you joked. He looked at you with raised eyebrows, and then a cute smile graced his lips. 

“Hahhhh? I could never! First of all, he’s not a good kisser,” he joked back. You tipped your head back in laughter. Indeed, they were more tongue baths than kisses that left Kōtarō’s face shining with drool and his hair sticking up in odd places. The dog trotted back up to their feet and plopped the ball down at their feet, then ran off to go bother a Doberman. 

Kōtarō wound his arms around you and hugged you close, showering you in kisses. 

“You’ll always be my number one, baby. That’s a fact <3″ 

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#vannahfanfics commissions #vannahfanfics matchups #matchups #commissions

[elaboratedbee]

Bigby x Reader

Request For: @gayking666​

Paring: Bigby Wolf x Reader (gender-neutral)

Summary: Bigby isn’t very good with the whole ‘sharing’ thing

Rating: E 

Word Count: 4978

Note: i hope you guys like this imagine! it’s my second one and i fucking loVE floofy good boys so i was very excited :) if you’ve requested something, it’s coming i promise! i’m working through them chronologically! 

Part Of The Pack

Bigby

Bigby loved staying at your place. Although he would never admit it, being able to come home to a real bed after a long day of pursuing and protecting Fables was heaven to him. He had gotten used to it all too quickly, and although you hadn’t been seeing each other for too long, it was now all he could do to keep you off of his mind for more than a few hours at a time. It was an unfamiliar feeling and he was still acclimatising to it. He was falling in love and learning how to get used to the fall.

The fall was the swooping feeling in his stomach like he’d missed a step on the stairway every time he looked at you and saw you smile. It was the burning feeling that would start to rise in the forefront of his brain if anyone else touched you for just a little too long. Or it was the bone deep contentment that spread through him as finally collapsed into bed next to you after an exhausting day of work in Fabletown, and he got to feel you press a sleepy kiss against his cheek, or neck, or forehead. The way that everyone described love, Bigby had always thought it was something you felt in your heart, but he knew better now. Because Bigby loved you with his entire body, every fibre of his being. 

There was one problem. Turning the key in the lock - the one you had pressed into his hand with an eye roll after he had made you get out of bed in the early hours of the morning four nights in a row - he prepared himself. Opening the door as gently as he was capable of, he was met with a familiar sight. 

The giant St. Bernard sat ten foot from the door and stared him down. 

Bigby knew it was a little selfish of him to want to be the only four-legged canine in your life, but he couldn’t help it. It didn’t help that the dog clearly didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him. In fact, if it wasn’t abstaining from waking you up in the middle of the night, the Sheriff was certain the massive pile of fluff would be growling at him. He always barked when Bigby was approaching the apartment, and growled at him when he entered, unless you were asleep.

“I’m not gonna steal something,” Bigby grumbled, as if the canine was capable of understanding. In response, the creature lolled its massive tongue out and wagged its tail. 

Pure evil. 

After he was escorted to the bedroom, any irritation Bigby was feeling faded easily at the sight of you star-fished in the bed, fast asleep. Slipping off his tie, he did his best not to wake you. He wasn’t usually successful, and tonight was no exception. You rose into the half-way point between awake and asleep, where the lines between dream and reality were just a little blurred. Even then, you wrapped your arms around him and tugged him closer, a silent demand that the wolf was more than happy to oblige. “Warm,” you mumbled sleepily, and Bigby did his best to hold back his laugh. After receiving a tired kiss to his jaw, he let his eyes flutter close.

For those brief, few seconds, Bigby was at peace. That was until -

“Ow!” The noise of protest slipped out his mouth as a quiet hiss when the ginormous dog leapt up on the bed, directly between the two of you. His brows furrowed as you barely even reacted, simply fidgeting to make room for the dog before you threw an arm over its giant form, your fingers tangling into its thick coat. The man was overcome with the insatiable urge to pick you up and carry you into another room entirely, shutting the door behind him. He wanted to be alone with you, hold you tightly in his arms and be without interruption. Goddammit, Bigby wanted your hands in his hair.

Sighing, he rolled to lie flat on his back and stare at the ceiling of the apartment. He was jealous. Of a dog. Was that really what his life had come to? Closing his eyes, he tried hard to be content. At least you were close, at least you were safe, and at least he would be here in the morning when you woke up. It was a comforting enough thought that he could finally fall asleep, despite the snoring of the St. Bernard beside him.

The Sheriff was awoken in quite possibly his favourite way, with your fingers running through his hair. For a minute, he kept his eyes closed and feigned sleep just so that he could savour the feeling. Finally, he opened his eyes and was met with the pleasant sight of yours staring down at him. “Morning,” he greeted you, and his voice was rough with sleep. The feeling of your mouth crashing against his was more than enough to wake him up suddenly, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close against his body.

“Good morning,” you whispered against his mouth, and the wolf retaliated by flipping you over and pinning you against the bed.

“It is now,” Bigby agreed, a grin breaking out on his face. His eyes glowed golden as he regarded you, just taking in the sight of you for a long moment before his mouth met yours. It was beginning to feel like an entirely perfect morning until a bark resounded from outside of the bedroom. Hoping that if he didn’t acknowledge it, he might be able to distract you enough to ignore it too, Bigby pressed kisses to your neck, resisting the urge to mark your skin so that everyone could see that you were his.

A second bark.

He heard a sigh escape your lips before he felt your hand pressed against his chest. The wolf schooled his expression, trying his best to mask his disappointment. “Sargent probably needs a walk, or maybe he’s just hungry,” you explained and Bigby nodded, getting up from the bed and letting you escape. The wolf showered and got dressed, acutely aware of how much more enjoyable the activities would have been if you were with him. Straightening his tie knot, he emerged into the kitchen where you were turned away from him, busying yourself with the toaster. Sargent was eating from his bowl, having now been fed and watered. Bigby resisted the strong urge to give the animal the middle finger. He hadn’t sunk quite that low yet.

More importantly, you were beautiful in the morning. As you turned around to face him, Bigby felt like his heart had stopped. Unfortunately for him, he had a whole hoard of tasks to do today, including getting into contact with some Fables that were pretty hard to find. He knew it would take at least all day to find them, but if he was being realistic, he knew that he wouldn’t see you until the next day at the earliest. “Leaving so soon, Sheriff?” You teased him, and Bigby nodded regretfully.

“I don’t know when I’ll see you again,” he admitted, “might be a day or two.”

“You know, you really deserve a pay rise.” You pointed at him, and that finally managed to make Bigby smile.

“Tell me about it,” he grumbled and pulled you in for a quick kiss before heading toward the door. He knew that if he kissed you for any longer, or held you any tighter, he would end up refusing to leave whatsoever. While that did seem like a great option, he had gained the foresight to know that getting a lecture from Snow was not worth it under any circumstance. He was stopped in the doorway, however, and a piece of toast was placed into his hand, a kiss was placed on his cheek and a smile on his face.

“Be careful.”

“Always.”

Bigby’s smile lasted all the way until he reached the elevator (which, really, was quite good considering that the wolf was not a happy person), before being joined by Bluebeard for the ride down instantly crushed his mood. “Toast?” The other man sneered, and it was probably for the best that his hand was occupied by the food, since he was already itching to put the man through the metal walls of the box. The Sheriff couldn’t bring himself to respond, which was not uncommon, especially in response to half of the condescending bullshit that left Bluebeard’s mouth. Besides, Bigby couldn’t help but harbour a spark of joy as he consumed the simple breakfast, though that had more to do with the source. It was an unexpected perk of being in love, that not only did the Sheriff get to look after someone, they looked after him too.

The elevator walls slid open, and Bigby exited the lift at as swift a pace possible, eager to get away from the slippery son of a bitch behind him. Besides, he had work to do, and he intended to take care of it as quickly as possible.

 You

Clipping a lead to Sargent’s collar, you grinned at the dog. He was your best friend, your family, and he had been your lifeline more times than you could count. When you had found the dog a few years back, you had never expected to keep it. But after you found out his owner had died, what initially started as a hesitant agreement to look after him for a few days until a new home was found became a commitment that you had never regretted. Fabletown was a scary place. You wished it wasn’t, but even with Bigby doing his very best to keep it safe, the place was always on the edge of corruption, and always violent.

Before you found Sargent, you were alone. So many Fables had been displaced from their friends, their family and their community after they left the Homelands and you were one of them. When King Cole spoke about the move to New York at special events, like remembrance, it was easy to think about it as a massive event that changed their history forever. But for most of the Fables, it wasn’t some historical event that was dead and gone, but a ripple that caused them to face daily consequences each and every day. The majority of the Fables didn’t find some new purpose here in New York, they simply faded into the background, and got lost.

You were one of them.

In the few short days that you had the dog, you were reminded of what it was to be together. To have a friend. To come home to someone at the end of the day. He protected you from harm, growling at the door if he so much as heard a sound outside of the rickety apartment block that you lived in, and for the first time in the many years that had passed since the war, you slept peacefully. For the first time since you could remember, you felt safe. Sargent gave you a reason to make a better life for the two of you, when you didn’t have the heart to make one for yourself. When you felt worthless, and tired and broken, you got up in the morning and hauled your ass to work, because it wasn’t just you that would go hungry if you didn’t. Sargent had given you priceless gifts – friendship, purpose and security. And you loved him unconditionally.

“Come on, boy,” you cajoled the large dog with a scratch behind the ears and headed for the apartment door, ready for your morning walk. As you left the apartment block, you bumped into a man you didn’t recognise in the lobby. He was tall with dark hair and wearing a dark purple coat that went down to his knees. You apologised, and tried to place his face, but you have no luck.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologised, glancing nervously at the dog by your side who was beginning to growl lowly, “I was just looking for the Sheriff, do you know where I can find him?” His tone was polite, and he offered you a smile that was so big that it was unnerving. You didn’t know where Bigby is, and you weren’t in the habit of giving his location away to total strangers, anyway.

“No, I’m sorry. You should head to the Business Office and speak to someone there, he’ll probably turn up there soon if he hasn’t already,” you directed him to the correct channel for contacting the Sheriff and began to back away. The longer you thought about it, the weirder it was with this guy. If he had really been looking for Bigby, how the fuck did he end up at your apartment block? Who would have told him that Bigby was there?

“Have a good day,” you gave him a polite wave and began walking out of the building quickly, making a mental note to tell Bigby about it later. There was no way he would answer a call now, but you figured you could drop a message to his phone in his office later on in the hopes that he might be there. Thankfully, the man made no effort to leave the building and follow you, which gave you a deep sense of relief. The man had been big, much taller and much stronger than you were, and you weren’t entirely sure you could have held your own if it came to it.

Sargent led the way down the cement sidewalk, confident in the direction that they were taking. He knew this circuit like the back of his hand by now, and it was usually more like he was walking you than the other way around in the mornings. Pushing the creepy man out of your mind, you thought over the morning and felt a pang of guilt. Poor Bigby, you had barely had time to give him a kiss and a piece of toast this morning, but Sargent was family. He was like your child, and you could never leave him hanging when he needed you. You knew by the confused expression on Bigby’s face that he wore whenever he thought you weren’t looking that he didn’t understand.

After all, Fables lived for a seriously long time. In fact, you didn’t know a single other Fable who even owned a pet. For Fables, a decade or two wasn’t a particularly substantial length of time for someone, or something, to be in your life, and when you coupled that with the task of keeping it happy and healthy when the majority of Fables struggled to make ends meet, it was a little nonsensical. But you didn’t think he would ever be able to really understand why their relationship surpassed those logical reasons. After all, how could he? Bigby had more than his fair share of struggles during the move to New York, more than anyone should have to bear, in your opinion. But he had never had to feel unsafe in the way that other Fables did. That sounded contrary, considering the nature of his job, but Bigby could go home every evening and know that he was more than capable of protecting himself; he could rip the limbs off of someone and barely be out of breath. He wouldn’t exactly relate to the need for protection.

Returning home to the apartment block, you and the canine headed up the stairs so that you could drop Sargent off and head off to work. Holding the lead in one hand, you fumbled with your keys for a moment before sliding them into the lock.

The door was already open.

Immediately, you felt a sick sort of feeling in your stomach. You definitely had remembered to lock it after you left in the morning, you were always careful to do so. The lead trembled in your hand as Sargent started growling by your side, sensing or smelling that something was very wrong. You began to turn around, convinced that whatever was going on was enough to make you head straight over to the business office and wait for Bigby to investigate when the door swung open. In the doorway stood the creep from the lobby, with a smile on his face and a gun in his hand. “Ah, come in. I’ve been expecting you!” He laughed at his own joke and gestured for you to come inside with the gun, and you hesitated, your body completely paralysed with fear. That wiped the smile off of his face and he went stone cold in a second, pointing the gun at you. Slowly, you stepped inside of the apartment, pulling Sargent along with you. Even if you could recover from the bullet, Sargent would have much more trouble with it, and it wasn’t worth the risk. The dog didn’t seem to care, however, immediately lunging toward the man with a snarl. His teeth sunk into the flesh of the man’s leg, and he cried out in pain before he kicked the St. Bernard, ripping a yelp from his throat.

The man snarled as you pulled back Sargent, desperately trying to protect him. “Now, let’s take care of one mutt at a time, hm? I’m really not fond of dogs,” he said the word like it was a slur, with a shiver of disgust. He raised the gun and pointed it at Sargent, to which you cried out and moved to stand in front him, raising your hands in a plea.

“Don’t!” You shouted at him, and Sargent barked from behind you anxiously.

“Why?” The man smiled again, seemingly amused by your desperation. Your breathing slowed and you set your jaw as you stared him down. Summoning all of your courage, you spoke lowly and clearly.

“Because when Bigby gets here, like you so clearly want, he’s going to rip your fucking head of your body and tear the ligaments from your bones one by one. And if you kill my fucking dog, I’m not going to stop him.”

The man attempted to school his features, but you watched him swallow, hard. Lowering the gun, he gestured for you to sit down in one of the kitchen chairs that he had dragged into the middle of the room and set about taping you to it, your hands secured firmly behind your back. “Control your mutt,” he sneered at you, tying the lead tightly to the chair, “or he’ll get a bullet in the head.” Sargent obeyed your commands to lie down and be quiet, if somewhat reluctantly. He clearly didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to attack the man who was so clearly dangerous, but you counted your blessings as he obeys.

“Now,” he picked up the phone and started putting in the number for the business office, giving you another face-splitting grin, “to call the Sheriff. You make him come home, and if I think that he knows I’m here, you’ll regret it. You’ll be dead long before he can get here. He could rip my limbs off then and it still wouldn’t bring you back.”

The phone began to ring, and he held it to your ear, causing you to flinch at the close proximity. After a few rings, Bigby mercifully picked up on the other end and you heard his voice. “Sheriff’s office.” You had kept your emotions in check so far, but as soon as you heard Bigby’s voice, it all came crashing down. You felt your ears sting with tears, and you fight to hold them back.

“It’s me, Bigby,” you fought to keep your voice from trembling, “do you have a minute?”

“Not really,” his voice was gruff on the other end of the line, and you could tell that he had a cigarette in his mouth, “the guys I’m trying to find are assholes.” He elaborated and sighed into the receiver. That made him smile ironically. I think I found one of them Bigby. A second later he spoke again, “do you need me?” He was worried by your silence; you could tell and your heart skips a beat. He would drop anything for you, you knew it. But now you had to make him feel like you needed him without letting him catch on.

“Can you come home?” You asked him, trying to think of an excuse, “I got some really bad news, I don’t want to talk about it on the phone. I just really need you right now.” Maybe it was the very real fear in your voice that convinced the wolf that you needed him, but he growled.

“Alright, I’m on my way, okay? Just hold on.” His voice was reassuring, if a little strained, and you could have cried with relief.

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.” I love you. You’ve never said it before, and you regretted it more than anything. You couldn’t help but think that if you died now, Bigby would never know. A long tone indicated that Bigby hung up the call and tears finally spilled over your cheeks. Fuck. Fuck. You loved the way he ran his hands through his hair to push it back, and the way he took a long drag of his cigarette whenever he didn’t want to answer a question. The way his eyes changed, and his teeth sharpened whenever you drove him crazy and the way he’d never admit that sleeping in an armchair was uncomfortable as fuck. You closed your eyes and swore to yourself that if you survived this, you’d tell him every single day.

“Now, now, there’s no need to cry,” your captor mocked you in a sing-song voice, “the big, bad wolf will be here soon. And maybe, after I kill him, I’ll even let you live.”

“Who are you?” You looked up at him, desperately trying to figure out his identity. If you could only figure out who he was, then maybe you could figure out what he wanted and help keep Bigby out of danger.

“Let’s just say that your Sheriff took something from me and my friends, and now he can pay for what he did, or I’ll take something from him.” He tapped the gun and flashed his teeth again. That smile sent shivers down your spine; it was unnatural. “Silver.” Your blood ran cold, and your level of panic skyrocketed immediately. If Bigby got a well-placed shot of silver, you knew that he might never get up. Shit, shit, shit.

It was only a matter of minutes before Bigby would reach the apartment block, and if this asshole decided to unload a round into him before giving him a chance to react, there would be nothing you could do. You began to struggle in earnest, no longer so confident in your certainty that Bigby would rip this man to pieces without breaking a sweat. The tall man laughed as he watched you struggle, and faintly, the ding of the elevator announced that someone had arrived on the floor. Sargent began to growl, ever so quietly beside you and you hushed him immediately, shaking your head violently. Your heart rate began to rise up rapidly, and it felt like there was a ringing in your ears. A sick feeling grew in your stomach and it felt like time stretched out as you waited for Bigby to open the door.

Silence.

A loud crash ripped the silence apart, as Bigby kicked the door down. The man jumped back in shock and fumbled with the gun, giving the Sheriff time to lock eyes with him. He stood in the doorway, the picture of strength and power, and your heart filled with hope. His wolfish features were already emerging, claws sharp and eyes flaming yellow. “He has silver bullets!” You cried out, relaying the only helpful information that you possess.

“Cheshire,” Bigby addressed your captor in a snarl, “you can either put the gun down, or give me an excuse to rip your fucking lungs out of your chest. I’m hoping you’ll pick the latter.”

This time, his smile moved beyond the point of disturbing and straight into the realm of insanity. Raising his gun once more, you cried out, terrified that Bigby was going to get shot. All of a sudden, you felt the floor slide out from underneath you and you crashed against the hardwood floor. Your head hit the ground, but with the world blurring, you could briefly make out the silhouette of Sargent leaping at the attacker, having ripped free of the chair and pulling it over in the process. Your head was stinging with pain, but it was nothing compared to the relief that flooded your body when Cheshire cried out in pain, dropping the gun as their dog’s teeth sunk into his forearm. That gave Bigby enough time to run forward, sinking his claws straight into the man’s chest.

By the time your head stopped ringing and your vision was clear, there was a bleeding body on your floor, and two canines staring at you in worry. “Good boy,” you managed to get out, struggling to get out of your restraints.

“You better not be talking about me.” Bigby drawled sardonically, but the concern in his eyes gave him away, as he leaned forward and freed you from the tape. As soon as you were freed, you sat yourself up and threw yourself into Bigby’s arms. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. Within a few seconds, Sargant whined and began to paw at the both of you, deeply offended that he was not included in the victory celebrations, especially after all of his brave work. To your deep surprise, Bigby was the one who broke the hug and ruffled the dog’s head, giving him a pat. “Thanks, buddy.”

You wrapped your arms around the loyal St. Bernard and hugged him tight, causing his tail to wag like crazy. The three of you stayed there, kneeling on the ground and enjoying the feeling of being alive for a long moment, before you set about fixing things.

Doctor Swineheart was called, as before long Cheshire was healing. He was escorted by Bigby and Snow to the Business Office building, where he would await his trial and punishment. It all made sense after his identity was revealed – the Cheshire Cat. Among many of the Wonderlands Fables, unrest and anger had been rising after everything that had happened between Bigby and the Tweedles. They’d finally found the means and the courage to act on it.

That evening, as the Sun set, you thought over the daily events. “One thing I don’t get,” you said as you sat down in Bigby’s lap in the armchair. After all, your apartment was missing a door, so you couldn’t exactly stay there. The two of you were nursing glasses of whiskey, cheap and acrid, but it did the job. He raised an eyebrow at you, prompting you to continue. “How did you even know something was wrong?”

Bigby smiled, clearly amused, and you got the feeling he had been waiting for you to ask. Gesturing to Sargent, who was curled up and snoozing on the floor, the wolf explained, “Every time I come to your apartment, that damn dog barks. And when I step inside, he growls. But when I walked up to your apartment, there was silence. I knew something was wrong.” You realised that the impossible had happened – Bigby finally got what it meant to have a dog.

Grinning widely, you tucked your face into his neck as he took a long drink from his whiskey. The smell of smoke and whiskey surrounded you, as well as something that was distinctly Bigby. The apartment was dark, and cramped, and the city was loud beyond the window. It was perfect. “I love you.” You made good on your promise, letting the words tumble from your lips like they had been begging to escape. The man practically choked on his drink, taken by surprise. It took a long moment for Bigby to gather a response, setting down his glass on the nearby table.

“I love you, too.”

You hid your smile by pressing your lips against Bigby, and his face was rough against your own. Your hands pressed against his chest; your fingers curled into the coarse material of his button up. For once, Sargent slept on, undisturbed, as you tugged on his tie, as if you could become even closer than being tangled in his arms. You shifted so that you straddled the wolf’s lap as the kiss became more heated, tangling your hands in his messy hair. Despite everything that had happened, none of it mattered now that you were safe and there in Bigby’s arms.

When you woke up in the morning, you shifted uncomfortably, and groaned. Bigby’s eyes fluttered open at the noise and he stared at you sleepily. “If you ever tell me this isn’t uncomfortable as fuck again, I’m going to deck you,” you warned him, letting your eyes close again as he rumbled with laughter underneath you.

By the time you returned to your own apartment, with a brand-new door, you’ve vowed to never sleep on the damn thing again. It would seem Bigby had, too, because the very first night the two of you were apart, he turned up at your apartment as soon as night fell. And for the very first time, as he approached the door, Sargent stayed curled up against your side. No growls, no barks, not even lifting his head. You grinned and gave him a gentle pat. “He’s alright, huh, boy? I think so.”

#the wolf among us #twau #thewolfamongus #bigby x reader #bigbyxreader #bigby wolf #bigbywolf #the wolf among us imagine #twau imagine #bigby wolf imagine #bigby wolf x reader #bigby wolf fanfiction #bigbywolfxreader #fables #fables fanfiction #big bad wolf #twauimagine #imagine #reader

[ilajue]

My head is fuzzy from my brain not liking me and I'm trying to distract myself rn so like fuck it I'm kin assigning you an animal. Why? Boredom does something.

I see you as a grey wolf, or maybe a saint bernard or samoyed, could even see poodle, basically just big floof friend. Little bit of chaos, little bit of calm, all around a good friend and mutual ^w^. I know u probably know what these animals look like but take a samoyed cus floofy bean that's why.

this is excellent thank you ty ty ty my favorite dogs are the big nice floofy ones I want a newfoundland or a st bernard so bad

[irisandlily]

Part 5 of MDZS Characters and their Patronus for my Hogwarts AU!

Lan Sizhui, Shrew Patronus: okay first off i want to say i have never seen a shrew in my entire life and honestly thought they were another kind of weasel or something. I was wrong. shrews are fucking tiny!! apparently some of them can shrink their heads??? Anyway read this bit of the description it fits Sizhui so perfectly: “If the shrew is your patronus it is likely you have a strong heart and respectful manner.Kind and courteous, you rarely offend others, often staying on the good side of people around you due to your naturally polite and likeable character.“ Sizhui is a polite boy he’s so kind and sweet he’s baby!!!

Lan Jingyi, Weasel Patronus: “Those who cast a weasel are as playful and mischievous as anyone would expect. Many of these witches and wizards are spontaneous and quick to make decisions without taking much thought on the consequences.” this!!!!! fits him so well!!! i mean i dont have the best memory but im pretty sure this is in character for Jingyi? Considering how un-lan like he is

Jin Ling, Chow Dog Patronus: i had no idea what a chow dog looked like, i just knew i wanted jin ling to have a dog patronus. after looking through three different blogs and two websites i found one talking about a Chow dogs as patronuses and LET ME TELL YOU I CRIED BECAUSE THEY’RE SO BIG AND FLOOFY AND THE DESCRIPTION FIT JIN LING SO WELL “Their loyalty tends to only extend to those they have chosen to bond with, and they are fiercely protective of these individuals. They don’t usually bond too well with just anyone and tend to be aloof around those they do not yet know well.” and “They can be very stubborn and strong-willed in the face of anything from a small argument to some great danger.” it took me so long to find one that fit Jin Ling (especially a dog one) and this fit him so well and it’s so fucking cute and these dogs are called Chow Chow and im gonna cry!!!

Ouyang Zizhen, St Bernard Patronus: okay so mdzs and cql dont give zizhen a lot for me to work with (at least from his wiki page and my memory of cql which was 5 months ago and wow i have shit memory) but he overall seems like a soft boy and a St Bernard Patronus fits him. “People with this Patronus are typically thoughtful and committed. Once they pledge allegiance to someone, those who cast the st Bernard show true commitment to friends, family and lovers.” Ouyang Zizhen is a soft and sweet boy and I love him thank you

A-Qing, Mink Patronus: My girl, my daughter, my sweet summer child A-Qing!!! “Those with the Mink patronus are very clever. Often humorous, those with this patronus can be very witty and a pleasure to be around. Conversely, those who have the Mink patronus can be a trickster, not to be trusted.” A-Qing is amazing. She’s cute and funny and brave for walking up to Xue Yang when he had a sword pointed at her and didn’t even break character and I just think she’s neat and the Mink Patronus suits her!!! Anyway A-Qing is alive and so is SongXiao and they’re happy together no I don’t accept criticism.

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#okay im done for real im doing anymore of these #definitely not for the evil bastards #and definitely not for the older generation #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #lan sizhui #wen yuan #lan jingyi #jin ling #jin rulan #ouyang zizhen #a-qing #harry potter #lily speaks #lily's au #hogwarts au

[fjordfolk]

for an alternative dog breed, consider: B I G floofy couch with occasional energy for Adventuring. i loveeeee St. Bernards but also Newfies or Bernese Mountain Dogs

YOU KNOW WHAT I’D GET.

I’D GET A STUPIDLY LARGE FLUFFY DOG IN A HEARTBEAT

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I’D GET??

I’D GET A CONTINENTAL LANDSEER

60 KILOGRAMS OF STUPIDLY CUTE DOG

#lady-of-innisfree #it has a much cleaner head than a newf #and is generally dog-shaped and sweet-hearted

[forthereaderinserts]

AU where y/n can shapeshift into an extremely large st. bernard. They were in st. Bernard form on the street and got taken home by kakashi. Y/n ended up turning back human and when Kakashi came in the room with dog food he sees floofy y/n sitting on the couch in his clothes like "hi I was the dog"

Amazing. Love it.

How would you explain this-

Or is this just how you met him

#ask! #reader au ideas

[kasdeyathebitterwoman]

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

St. Bernards and Leonburgers because think of the gentle giant floofiness 

Thank you so much for the ask my love! 😘🖤