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[beomanamilk]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ chalk n’ cheese!

chapter thirteen - chalk n cheese

warnings - cursing, food mentions, mostly written chapter; 559 words

it’s awkward at first, but for some reason, beomgyu is an impressively great conversationalist.

he brought you to a small park hidden behind a forest with a vegetable garden, string fairy lights wrapped around the trees that grow around it. there’s even a little pond filled with ducks and frogs that hop on lilypads.

it’s shocking. it’s all very romantic when he leads you to a soft, blue checkered blanket placed near the garden. there’s fruits, pastries, and even an old hot pink Easy Bake oven, which makes you laugh.

you learn a lot about beomgyu, ranging from his passion for music and guitar playing, which he promised to show you one day, to simple things like his favorite color.

you have a lot in common with beomgyu, you realize. he tells you stories about his childhood and his older brother, and you respond back with your own. you tell him embarrassing secrets about heeseung you swore not to tell, and he tells you yeonjun’s.

you feed the ducks small portions of bread and pick fresh tomatoes, which you both seem to dislike, but have fun doing it anyway.

you find yourself having more fun than you’ve had in a while with beomgyu, and as you look at his smiling face accompanied by a soft tune by heo hoy kyung, who he told you he liked, you find yourself growing fond of him.

he looks up in thought before beginning to ask you something, “okay, if you had to-“ his voice is cut off by a loud yell of his name, and you groan in frustration at the familiar sound of the voice.

beomgyu jumps slightly, startled at the sudden company. the both of you look over to see chaewon stomping over the vegetable garden to get to you, while yeonjun, keeho, taehyun and kai all walk around.

“that took my mom years to grow…!” beomgyu grumbles, his face falling into his hands.

you glare at chaewon, and her lips purse as she starts to carefully step out of the garden. “what’s going on here?” she asks, stomping one of her feet on the grass with her arms crossed.

“i told you, they’re having a picnic and feeding the ducks.” kai speaks up, pointing towards the pond.

beomgyu looks up at kai and raises his eyebrow. “how did you know that?” he asks.

kai laughs, which is not the most pleasant thing to hear. “i’ve been here for like 20 minutes watching you guys. it’s cute.”

you and beomgyu turn to look at each other with slightly dropped jaws. your eyebrows furrow as you look up at kai. “you’ve been here for 20 minutes? just watching us? are you a stalker?”

keeho points a finger at you and his eyes widen. “he literally is! he tracked beomgyu’s phone to get here!” he confesses, and kai gives him a glare.

“how the hell did you even track my phone!?” beomgyu’s voice raises.

kai ignores the question, pretending he didn’t hear him as he instead walks forward to sit on the blanket with you.

“let’s just enjoy this awesome picnic beomgyu set up for us.” he says, gesturing to the others that come to sit down too.

beomgyu groans out loud and takes his face into his hands again, watching as the other 4 squeeze onto the blanket together. “this sucks…”

notes : tumblr tweaking on me and posting this a day early. i’m never getting over this

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The 1st Art Track Jeju 2023 is now open! The art exhibition is hosting a collaboration between SHINee and artist Yoon Kyung-duck.

[seadragon-sailing]

Food is a topic we talk about often. You got any favorite food head canons or ideas for your Treasure island gang?

Shinju: Narezushi/鮓 (picked fish with salt and rice), lotus root, bamboo shoots, roast chestnuts, and plain rice.  She prefers savory/smoky flavors, and likes to put more spice into her food if they’re available.  Enjoys a glass of homemade kombucha/hung caa kwan/紅茶菌.  Has a moderate alcohol tolerance (about the same as Luka).

Luka: Whole roasted duck, beef, chicken, and fried dough sticks/yu char kway/油條. Seafood makes him a little nauseous if he eats too much, or if it has a weird texture, but he’ll tolerate it.  Holds his alcohol surprisingly well, but can’t drink more than one serving of stronger alcohols.  As for his favorite food from his homeland; he was used to eating TONS of meat since he came from the noble class (Shinju had to help him actually eat his goddamn vegetables when he started living with her and Feng) such as pastries filled with beef, lamb or goat.  He is also very fond of various cheeses, preferably soft to semi-hard cheeses.

Lee: Noodles (either made of rice, or sweet potato), loves his citrus fruits (will eat whole peeled lemons occasionally), dried nuts, and plain rice (he’s especially a fan of putting butter on it if it’s available).  Prefers chicken as a primary source of protein, but will eat beef on occasion.  Tends to be picky about what he eats due to being easily grossed out by jelly-like or gristly textures, but usually relents if he doesn’t have any other choice (or if you tell him that someone he cares about made it for him, he’ll eat whatever it is just to avoid upsetting said person).  He has the highest alcohol tolerance out of the bunch, and absolutely loves indulging in high-quality booze.

Feng: Rice porridge/jook/粥 with either mantis shrimp, or chicken and tea eggs.  During the New Years, he enjoys dried plums, and maybe even a bowl of bird’s nest soup if he can find any.  He also has a preference for beer more than wine, and likes to add the pulp from honey locust bean pods into it for a little added sweetness.  While wheat isn’t a staple crop in the southern parts of China, Feng does remember learning how to make dumplings, and hand-pulled noodles from his mother (who was born and raised in the Northern region of China); he still makes them if he gets his hands on proper wheat flour.

Tamara: Fufu; groundnut stew/maafe with mutton or beef; goat skewers (thoroughly seasoned, of course); really enjoys her vegetables and peppers.  She also enjoys baking breads with various herbs and garlic.  In the tavern/inn she works at in Port Tortuga (The Jade Dagger), Tamara not only helps with supplying the bread loaves that are served there, but also has a hand in making its own special brand of palm wine, and clairin.

Kyung: Mantis shrimp rice porridge/jook/粥, sweetheart cakes/lou po beng/老婆���, and if she can get her hands on it–Tanghulu/糖葫蘆.  Tends to also really like eating edible flowers (roses, lotus, hibiscus, and any others that she knows are safe to eat).  Likes to make her own rice wines, but ironically can’t process alcohol very well which means she drinks the least.  Has the lowest tolerance of the bunch.  If given the option, she’ll confidently order milk or (non-alcoholic) fruit cider at a tavern rather than drink alcohol (this is especially well-known at the Jade Dagger whenever the Sea Dragon drops anchor at Port Tortuga).

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[plutothe-pup]

Nicknames: Pluto, Milo, Min Age: 19 Birthday: June 30th, 2004 Pronouns: He / His Magic Status: Mundus - Cursed

General TW: Abuse / Anxiety / Depression / Animal Abuse / Death Mentions / Injuries / Scar Mentions / ETC.

Overview:

Mother: Choi Hayul - Deceased Father: Gae Ji-hun - Deceased Mother’s Occupation: Stay at Home Mother / Market Clerk Father’s Occupation: Huntsclan Member / "Accounting/Business" Family Finances: Upper Middle Class. Other Close Family:  - Pip Seville (Brother? Hyung? Sibling of dog-adoption?) - Amy Seville (....figuratively adoptive...aunt??????) - Gae Seong-Min (Grandfather) - Presumed Deceased - Lee Kyung-Soon (Grandmother) - Deceased. (He was named after his grandparents (Kyung-Soon + Seong-Min = Kyung-Min) Pets: Booboo (Pip's Dog) Home Life During Childhood: Strict. He grew up under 'law and order' kind of parenting from his father and grandfather. His purpose and path were incredibly clear from the start and he was to be molded into a warrior for the clan. Everything was precise and everything was calculated. That was all he had known from a very young age. However it did not mean that he did not receive warmth and love from his mom and grandmother. What little freedom from the discipline he knew best usually came from them. What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like: Clean. Orderly. Pretty much like a military-raised kid's room might look. Very neutral and devoid of anything 'childish' or kid-like. He had a bed that was always well made and kept, a dresser without any personal effects, and a desk. Any Sports or Clubs: Just the Huntsclan and various huntsclan training as a kid. Once in Swynlake, he wanted to join any club he could (SSIC / Swimming / Outdoors Club / Theater Club / Chorus / F.R.O.G) Favorite Toy or Game: He didn't have a lot of toys growing up. The only thing he really remembers is a small stuffed bear that he was given at birth. He kept it all through his childhood, always sat neatly on his bed. However when he was six, his father took it away for being 'too old' to have stuffed animals. His mother had secretly kept it, and returned it to him when she found him again after his father's death. Unfortunately it was once again lost when he became a dog and he lost all of his possessions. Currently his favorite toy remains 'ducky'. A stuffed dog toy duck that he got from Sharon and managed to keep through to the Seville household. Schooling: Homeschooled by his family and the organization until he came to Swynlake. He then took one year at Swynlake Secondary. Unfortunately he flunked out due to an inability to conform to 'regular' schooling. Favorite Subject: Knife throwing as a kid. Science in Secondary. Popular or Loner: Loner. Nationality: American. (2nd Generation) Ethnicity: South Korean Accent: Northeast (Philly) Religion and beliefs: Christian (Doesn't go to church. Will still pray before bed) (he doesn't know why - no one has answered)

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Kim Mingyu Movie/Era Representation: Currently 2024 Kim Mingyu for hair(subject to change based on hair styles), but honestly his face is probably more 2016 Mingyu. Milo still has a bit of a baby face. He hasn't quite grown into all of his sharp features yet. Complexion: Type III - Has light freckles and a few distinguishable moles on the tip of his nose, on his cheek under his eye. Think this photoshoot concept but the freckles are yanno, real.

Hair Colour: Dark Brown / Black Eye Colour: Deep Brown. Height: 6'2. Weight: 161lbs. (Currently lost weight / muscle mass from recovery) Build: Athletic / Toned Notable Features: Pronounced canine teeth (cute wittle fangs), line scars across both palms, missing pinky finger on right hand, scarring from impalement on right shoulder.  Tattoos: He has a tattoo as a dog inside of his ear that one of the pounds gave him. It’s a simple number ‘1797′ and the word ‘PLUTO’. It stays with him when he transforms back to human, but now directly behind his ear. Considers getting others or at least covering up that one. Piercings: None - though he sometimes considers getting his ears pierced. Common Hairstyle: Depends on the length. Usually he has it brushed back regardless though (showing forehead) or has it parted with face framing pieces. (X) is his absolute favorite style to wear when length allows. (X) is his current (SHORT) style. Clothing Style: He hasn't quite developed a style so much yet. He still lets Pip dress him up and dictate what he wears a lot because it's easier and Pip's much more educated on the subject of fashion. Mannerisms: Head tilting, Pouting / pursing lips, biting his cheek/tongue, avoids eye contact, cracking knuckles, idle/absent shifting on feet, rubbing back of neck/hair/cheek when nervous. Tendency to mumble / has a lisp, covers mouth whenever chewing / laughing, tendency to keep looking over his shoulder/behind him, will 'reset' back to the default position of keeping his hands politely and respectfully tucked behind his back with straight posture. Usual Expression: Soft Smile.

Health

Overall (do they get sick easily)?: Sometimes. Milo's a fit individual with a good immune system, but he still suffers from time to time with ailments like fatigue, muscle weakness, nausea, etc - most of which stem from his recovering injuries, chronic lyme, or his anxiety. Unfortunately its become a habit for him to hide whenever he's feeling badly (from being a dog) but there are always signs. Physical Ailments: Weakness on right side (recovery from abrasive shoulder injury/torn rotator cuff), Right-Hand grip strength issues (missing right pinky), occasional tremors in right hand/arm. Disorders :  PTSD (Undiagnosed), Anxiety (Undiagnosed). Neurological Conditions: Lyme Disease (PTLDS) Allergies: None that he knows of. Grooming Habits: Excellent! Boy did Milo hate not having control over his grooming habits as a dog, and it bothered the hell out of him with every owner (except Pip and Amy!!! Because Pip pampers his dogs more than anything else). Milo was always a clean hygienic person, but especially after his long stint as Pluto, now more than ever he is pretty anal about it. He can and will shower twice a day depending on what he was doing that day, he brushes his teeth more than twice a day, sometimes his hair is a mess, but it's always a clean mess. Otherwise, he follows Pip closely on a skin-care routine, keeps his nails trimmed and proper, and often cuts his own hair when he sees fit. Sleeping Habits: Light sleeper. Even though he can and will fall asleep anywhere (especially during a movie/if someone plays with his hair) (but seriously I mean ANYWHERE. Habit from being a dog. That means a stony ground, a tub, a closet, in the woods, etc), he very easily is disturbed from his sleep from the slightest things (a creaking floorboard, a car driving by, the sudden sound of silence, etc) Eating Habits: He used to be a good eater - and would have the appetite of a small army, eating three hardy meals a day when he could, or at the very least an excellent dinner as well as a good lunch or breakfast. He'd also be all about snacks and desserts. Ever since the Demon-Incident(TM), his surgeries, etc - his appetite has diminished, and he tends to only eat one small meal a day these days, and will turn down or not finish snacks, sweets, etc. Exercise Habits: Daily. Although stunted slightly due to his injuries, Milo's regular habit is to go to the gym daily if he can or at least engage in exercise daily. He loves to go for a run, and will often jog/run in the mornings or evenings throughout the town. He's currently back to his regular schedule, and is working on strength training three times a week to rehab his bad-side. Emotional Stability: Sensitive: Milo's got a large heart and wears his emotions on his sleeves. While he's not often quick to anger, he is quick to upset. Things that people say to him will bury under his skin and crack at his heart too easily. Though he usually is able to rebound and shake things off with a good night's sleep, it doesn't mean he isn't still affected by it. Body Temperature: As a human he runs cold and gets cold easily - as a dog, he's warm and cozy. Sociability: Milo's the shyest people person you'll ever meet. He both is a social butterfly and yet also incredibly shy and reclusive at the same time. He isn't a huge fan of opening up to people he doesn't know very well or in large groups, but he also is too nice to not initiate and reach out to strangers when the opportunity arises. He'll always put being friendly to others over his own discomfort and shyness.

Addictions: None Drug Use: None! Pip would kill him! (Also he isn't in a circle that would make this a problem. If he had bad influences around, it would be) Alcohol Use: Rare / Social if he has to but he would rather not.

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits: Using slang, mumbling to himself, using a non-mutual language, not getting enough sleep, skipping meals, criticizing himself, overworking, fidgeting, resource guarding (this is a joke, but like he gets uncomfortable when people touch his stuff and he doesn't want them to), mirroring others. Good Habits: Exercise Routine, Making his bed the second he's out of it, keeping shoes off in the house, maintaining his volume level, listening to others, Offering to/just helping without being asked, cleaning up after himself, being on time (early). Best Characteristic: Loyalty. Worst Characteristic: Either how stubborn he is or how naive he is. Worst Memory(s): Finding out his dad died. Watching his mom die. His first night in a shelter as a dog. Realizing he might never be human again. Being taken away from Sharon. His stay with Felix. The demon-incident. The entire summer of 2023, really. Best Memory: Being adopted by the Sevilles. Proud of: .....He's not sure. Embarrassed by: His curse. Driving Style: Doesn't. (But if he did, he would be a cautious, safe, but casual driver. One hand on the steering wheel, but constantly defensive driving/watching everything to make sure no one does anything stupid). Strong Points: Fast learner, Loyal, Flexible, Resourceful, Determined, Disciplined. Temperament: Phlegmatic. Attitude: Helper: Cheerful, supportive, sensitive, concerned Weakness: His willingness to trust people too easily. Fears: Thunderstorms. Doctors. Becoming a dog again. People he cares about getting hurt/dying. The Huntsclan finding him. Heights. Loud noises. Getting hurt. Getting trapped. Small spaces. Being abandoned. Running into past 'owners'. Running into Huntsclan members. Phobias: Being alone. Being touched. Silence. Secrets: Learning he can pay to break his curse. That Rose is the Huntsgirl. Being in/former member of the Huntsclan. Regrets: Becoming cursed. Fighting with Tony. Letting his guard down. Leaving Ruff to Fluff and not listening to Luca. Letting Pip down. Upsetting Pip. Upsetting Amy. Feels Vulnerable When: Talking about himself, his past or his family. When he talks about his curse. Pet Peeves: People watching videos without headphones, Talking over someone, disrespecting elders/parents/etc, Being rude in general, passive aggressive behavior. Conflicts: Making his parents proud, and being who his parents wanted him to be vs making Pip proud and being who he wants to be. Motivation: To be better. Short Term Goals and Hopes: To break his curse and to do well at his job and help Amy and Pip however he can. Long Term Goals and Hopes: To be happy, and surrounded by family and to see Pip accomplish his hopes and dreams. Sexuality: Bisexual, he thinks. He isn't sure. He thinks boys, girls, theys and gays are all pretty. Exercise Routine: Early Morning or late evening run (3-5 miles depending on how much time he has). When he goes to the gym he'll swap out his days and rotate through core, upper and lower body. He doesn't focus on cardio at the gym and instead focusing mainly on strength training / lifting. Occasionally he'll attempt things like yoga with Pip, but otherwise he'll do stretches before bed. Day or Night Person: Day. Specifically morning. He's a very 'up and at 'em' kind of guy. Probably because that was how it always was for him. Staying up late is a lot harder (which is why he hates time zones in baseball season). Introvert or Extrovert: Ambivert. Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist.

Likes and Styles:

Music: Milo's still kind of discovering this, but he is big into K-Pop just because it is comforting to him and it connects him a lot with his culture that he feels pretty removed from these days. He loves SVT (meta), EXO, Shinee, New Jeans, IU - pretty much anything Pip was into because he got a lot of his recs from him. He is not a BTS-Anti like Pip though. Otherwise, Milo's a big pop/rock fan. He likes stuff he can run to. He dislikes country. Books: .....idk if Milo has read a single book ever (dramatic but ... like real too) Magazines: ......idk if Milo has read a single magazine ever (not dramatic, do kids these days even know what a magazine is????? he literally probs doesn't) Foods: Gogi-jeon is his absolutely favorite little snack food ever in his entire life. He'll die by it. Otherwise though he really doesn't dislike a ton of food, so that's to say he will eat a lot without complaint (again, ingrained in him). He's a big meat eater, though he will sometimes make a slight face a fish (he doesn't like it, but will always eat it not to be rude). Drinks: Water. Iced americano. Animals: Dogs! He loves dogs! Though he likes most animals too! (He doesn't like cats) Sports: BASEBALL. Baseball is his favorite sport to watch AND to play. Social Issues: Milo is for the people. He thinks. He's liberal in reality, he supports all the usual issues and will stand up for what he thinks is right. He does have some things that stick a bit in his brain from childhood though, which is to say that he does dip on the anti-magick scale a fair bit. He does believe that there are dangerous magicks. He does believe that Vampires and Werewolves?????? Are NOT GOOD. They are BAD. He doesn't say this out loud, but he thinks it. Color: Red! He loves reds because he missed seeing that color so much as a dog, so any tints of red/pink/orange he adores. Clothing: As stated earlier: his fashion is 100% inspired/guided by Pip. He does dress pretty.... 'fancy' because of this though. Lots of layers and cute matching jackets/bright colors, button up shirts, etc. He is just as likely to be wearing jeans and a sweatshirt though. Jewelry: He wears matching friendship bracelets that he got for each one of his best friends (Pip, King, Luca, etc). Otherwise not usually wearing too much jewelry. It's expensive! Games: He's not a big gamer. He still just plays things on his phone (like BTS in the Seom, 2048, Wordle, tetris, Crossy Road. Websites: Youtube. Twitter. The Spill (Tumblr). TV Shows: Anything Gordon Ramsey (24hrs to hell and back, hotel hell, Hell's Kitchen, Kitchen Nightmares, etc). Great British Bake-Off, Movies: Honestly.... he's bad at movies. He falls asleep through them 100% of the time, so if you ask him his favorite, he'll have a tough time pulling one to the front of his mind to say. By default he's just started naming any movie filmed or based in Philly. Greatest Want: To break his curse. Greatest Need: To stay with Pip / Not to be alone.

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home: The Seville Household: At first he thought this was a very temporary situation, but at this point, he refers to it openly and easily as 'home' and it feels that way too. Safe and sound. Room Furnishings: Pip and Amy kindly 'sacrificed' the basement to become Milo's room - again, a short term solution that has long since just become permanent. He has a proper bed now and everything, which he keeps pushed up against the wall in the corner. Because the basement is still the 'party basement' - Milo doesn't really have much in terms of 'decoration' there. Not that he would really know how to decorate a room if he properly had one either though, since he never did as a kid. However, it still does feel homey to him, especially his bed, which he's kind of hoarded all things soft and fluffy onto. All of his stuffed animals he's gotten as gifts (or won at the fair) (and ducky ofc), and lots of blankets and pillows. He also has pictures of his friends taped on the wall beside his bed (him and Pip, him and Amy, him and King, Luca, Tae, Mim, Etc). He also still keeps the prom-baseballs that Luca made him on the mantle, as promised. The framed picture of his parents from Luca is also sitting beside his bed - so that he can say good morning and goodnight to them every day. Favorite Possession: Ducky. Most Cherished Possession: The sketch of his parents. Neighborhood: Tortuga Town or City Name: Swynlake. Relationship with Family: He's always had a good relationship with his family. Even growing up in a 'cult' household. He never had ill-feelings towards any of his family or parents. He didn't know anything other than what he had, and what he thought he had was love and support. Living now with Amy and Pip, he knows that maybe some of the things he grew up with were actually more on the line of cold and abusive, but he still does not want to see things that way and still loves his family very much despite struggling with the concept of everything he's learned. Car: He doesn't have one! Nor can he drive - though he considers asking Mim to teach him. Career: Line-cook at the Moon Market, serving up traditional Korean meals. Dream Career: He literally doesn't know. This is his problem. Dream Life: ......to be loved. Love Life: He refuses to have one. Talents or Skills: Fully Bilingual, Conversationally Tri-lingual. Archery. Knife throwing. Small arms combat. Hand to Hand combat. Self-Defense. Target Shooting. Gun Handling. Weapons combat. 'Dangerous Magic' hunting / poaching. Fairy / Mermaid / Elf poaching/hunting knowledge. Strength Training. Endurance. Agility. Stealth. Basic first aid. Basic wilderness survival. Piano. Basic singing/rapping. Intelligence Level: He's incredibly street smart, and in reality he is intelligent, just not in the 'book' aspect. He's a bad test taker/bad at sitting in classes and focusing there. He's amazing at hands on learning and quickly picks things up. As long as he can see and do. He's not stupid - he's just too trusting and too naive. Finances: Personally poor. Past Careers: Stocker/Register at Moon Market (Promoted). PA for Marie (She ghosted him after the security fiasco). Film Security for the Olive Bright Movie (Fired). Secondary Student (Dropped out). Future Huntsclan Protegee (Became Cursed and was banished/fled/etc) Past Lovers: None. (Unless you consider the fact he acknowledges he's in love with Luca but refuses to allow anything to come of it).

To the Audience: What are things you can't always describe about your character but want others to know?

Talking Style: I can't write it out, but always know that Milo has a pretty distinguishable lisp (stolen directly from his FC - so if you've ever heard Mingyu speak, imagine that. If you haven't, this song is one of the best examples, but I recognize it's hard to hear it when you're not constantly hearing the language/difference). While he's fluent in English, I also like to point out that it is his second language and he does struggle with some pronunciation and recalling words. Despite that, his accent is indescribably Philly. Which for those of you who don't know, is basically described as a 'southern accent that doesn't quite get there'. Or a combination of a NY/Chicago/Southern accent. Anyways, what I'm saying is, if this man is speaking english he kinda sounds like a douche tbh.

Respectful: Milo was raised incredibly disciplined and will almost always be reacting respectfully towards people. Expect that he greets everyone at all times with a small bow of his head at the very least, or a progressively deeper one with people he holds in higher regards.

Touch averse: Because of his curse, if Milo doesn't know you, he keeps his distance. He'll avoid shaking hands (now bc of his missing pinky more so than touch but still) and will step back if you step into his pre-determined space.

Pip: Assume if he's in a place with Pip that he's always pretty nearby. He genuinely is his shadow.

Other details:

Curse details:

With Pluto’s curse, any meaningful display of affection triggers him to turn back into a dog. This means, essentially anything more than holding hands with a person can put him back into his four-legged state. Cuddling, kissing, hugging, etc will all cause his curse to react. The length of time he’s spent in his dogsona is influenced in how much the affection meant to him. For example, if he truly loved the person he were engaging with, it would drastically lengthen the time in which he spent as a dog. Whereas if a stranger hugged him, he might just turn into a dog for a half an hour or so.  There’s no known limit on how long he could stay as a dog, and has gone years since hugging his mother. However, unknown to Pluto - under his curse, any true love’s kiss will seal the curse forever, ensuring he’ll live as a dog until he dies.  On the other hand - it’s resentment and hate and suffering that do the opposite. A truly spiteful and cruel act would break the curse indefinitely - and not that Pluto knows that, but he’s also certainly too good of heart to ever find that out….. What he's discovered through Pip/experimentations are the limits of said 'affection' and how indirect (through blankets/blocks/etc) seem to prevent the curse from taking affect. Milo is also uncertain, but thinks that every time his curse is triggered, that Pluto ages - and that his dog-age is not directly dependent on his real age/how long he spends as Pluto. Which means he's worried that constant re-triggers of his curse will quickly age-up his dog-self and kill him.

Milo's owner timeline:

Picked up by animal control shortly after escaping his mother's apartment.

Spent a month at an ASPCA in Philly getting a full work up before he was 'adoptable'. He considers this time his personal hell. He was still just a kid and it was one of the scariest things he ever went through, even to this day.

Milton: First owner (3 Months, Surrender for aggression/too loud/etc). Wanted a good hunting dog for the weekends out of Philly, but couldn't get Pluto trained no matter what he tried, took back to the shelter.

Sharon: Older single retired woman (2 years). Played Piano. Obsessed with plants. Little old lady who wanted a companion after her husband passed. Was incredibly sweet and one of Pluto's best memories. Where he got 'Ducky'. After two years with her, Sharon was taken to a nursing home and had to surrender Pluto when her kids refused to take him. One of the only owners he will talk about and regard kindly. He thinks about Sharon a lot and hopes she's alive and doing well.

Felix: Abusive. Short tempered. Criminal. (~1 Year). Wanted a 'guard' dog for his 'business'. Also considered the dog-fighting trade (but did not). Moved the pair of them to England when he had to run from a #situation. Milo eventually fought back against Felix, got loose, got picked up by animal control. Was nearly Euthanized but was saved by an anti-kill shelter protest that emptied the shelter and vowed to find homes for all animals at the time. Also one of the other scariest times of his life. He will not talk about this and genuinely is afraid he might run into this guy some day again.

Failed to Find a Home via this program/protest. Was transferred to another shelter and ended up in NTO.

Transferred to Gregory as a 'Last Chance' option - was moved to Ruff to Fluff and was trained/evaluated for adoption.

Was Adopted by Amy Seville.

Dog Form:

[mythcaels-a]

“everywhere you go, i go.” Kyung and Eli

protector / protectee starters

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 gaze snap right to Kyung's, searching that gaze for a long moment before soft utterings tumble from lips. ❝ Kyung . . . You don't have to say or do that for me. ❞ Hand reaches out for Kyung's for just a moment, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. Kyung had his own life, he didn't have to try and navigate his life and be there for Eli too.

Yet, Kyung was nice like that and it was something that Eli has always looked up to and admired about Kyung. He feels a warmth that settles into cheeks as he slowly ducks head and lets his hold on the others hand fall after a moment. ❝ . . . You have your own life and things to do. ❞ Yet, he is somehow stubborn about this despite it all. He doesn't want to hold Kyung back in anything, doesn't want to force Kyung to have to figure things out with him and help him with his own stuff he has to deal with.

❝ Why me ? ❞ he does have to quietly ask the question on his mind though, why would he choose to say everywhere you go, I go to him. Why him ?

[k-star-holic]

Heo Kyung-hwan announces abandonment of chicken business..."I'll start over with ducks" ('I'm a Body God')

Source: k-star-holic.blogspot.com

[enterenews]

Lee Sun-gyun, Kim Hong-pa conspiracy to become a criminal..

CEO Oh told Chairman Myeong not to be too sad and to delete the useless photos. Chairman Myung, who sighed and put the envelope in the pocket of CEO Oh, said, “I will keep my mouth shut about the prosecutor. From now on forever!” and pushed him off the roof.

The next day, Jang Tae-chun urgently revealed to Eun-yong that CEO Oh had made an extreme choice. In the news, there were reports that President Oh Chang-hyun said that he was continuously threatened by Eun-yong in relation to GMi Bank stock price manipulation, requested various preferential treatment for the private equity fund operated by him, and forced him to participate in various illegal activities such as insider trading.

Eun-yong was placed on an urgent national wanted list, and Chairman Myeong, who entered the detention center, smiled as he watched the news.

Eun-yong, who confirmed the news with Park Joon-kyung, said that CEO Oh’s extreme choice made no sense, and when he saw the prosecution car arriving in front of the company, he ducked and said, “You act really fast. As if prepared,” he said.

In response, Park Joon-gyeong told Eun-yong to go to his house. Arriving at Park Joon-kyung's house, Eun-yong looked at the photo of Representative Oh on the investigation board and said, "It's super strong beyond imagination." There is only one way to confront the unexpected enemy's precipitation,' he said and moved on.

Eun-yong, who entered the prosecution office on her own, met Jang Tae-chun and said, “If I hide, you will get hurt. There was only one way. The best Taechun, handcuff me with your hands,” he held out his hands.

[brassclaws-of-oddworld]

“Those little guys back there, are called ‘sligs’. Not all of them are hostile, but they’re the ones you’ll most likely see packing heat and other kinds of firearms around here,” Kyung replied through a few puffs of air as she kept moving, making sure to move in patterns in order to try and dodge the barrage of bullets flying towards them from all sides. “Good news is, a lot of them are cowardly, or are just trying to make a living out of what they can,” She continued, wincing as a one bullet managed to nick her while another actually hit her in the shoulder. “I don’t know how bullet-proof you are, Rayman, but I really recommend you don’t try to tank too many of their shots!” She chuckled despite the slight wince she made as another shot hit her.

As they made their way further into the construction site, Kyung raced as fast as she could; making sure she ducked behind as many structures as possible to avoid getting shot more. It was mostly a blur, but there were signs and billboard promotions of a new upcoming product that was to be manufactured in that location. And then there was another billboard, more posters advertising some rather grotesque-looking products like “Lungbusters” and “Babychow” and “Butt-Flo”. The creatures depicted on them certainly didn’t look better.

“Let’s see… Hostile species, hostile species…” Kyung casually mused to herself, wracking her brain while they had a moment of not being under fire. “Aside from the Sligs, you might get trouble from Interns and Vykkers if you’re in the city. But you’ll want to be more cautious of the wildlife, if anything.”

“Scrabs, paramites, slogs, fleeches, and sleeches are what you’ll most likely find out in the wilderness,” She finished, letting out a relieved exhale once they finally got out of the construction zone, and drew further and further away from the Industrialist presence.

“That’s the spirit!” Kyung cheered with a hearty laugh, her stride unyielding as she spotted a few armed Sligs who were out on patrol, and proceeded to barrel them over without hesitation before they even knew what hit them. “MAKE WAY!” She barked, using her hard head to ram through another little group of Sligs before making the leaps and hurdles through the impending structures.

The armed guards went flying out of their metal pants, some even getting squished under her large paws and weight in the process. Rayman could hear them shouting, or letting out comical pained sounds as Kyung bolted onwards… But others were on the alert now that they knew there were intruders afoot, and started shooting their blunderbusses at Kyung and Rayman from all sides. In their way, was a whole Industrialist operation that was under construction, a jungle of metalworks that were in the process of invading nature. The trees and foliage already eradicated by pesticides and deforestation; the animals hunted down ages ago.

It was like a bad omen; a former state of what that wasteland became after the structures Kyung and leading them left behind after leeching away the resources. A hostile invasion that came in the form of fire, bullets, chemicals and machines of mass destruction that tore apart any unlucky soul in its path.

[cokun]

210731 Ugly Duck's Tweet

김연경 선수 눈빛 카메라에 잡힐 때마다 정신정화됨

Every time the camera lands on athlete Kim Yeon Koung's eyes I get mentally cleansed.

(T/N: Kim Yeon Kyung, known professionally as Kim Yeon Koung, is the outside hitter and captain of the South Korean National Volleyball Team. She is a four-time MVP, making her the most awarded athlete in V League history. She is an all-round player, dominating in both offense and defense, and holds the Olympic record for highest score of 207 points in eight games. She is one of the most talented volleyball players in the world and has been cited as “the best volleyball player in the world.” She is a living legend and national treasure. Giovanni Guidetti, coach for Turkey's Vakıfbank Spor Kulübü, one of the best volleyball teams in the world, has been quoted saying, "I think Kim Yeon-koung is the best player in the world. I have not seen anyone like her in the last 30 years." He has also said about Kim, “Body of Russia, power of United States, the technique like Korean and quickness of Brazil all in one player. She is the best player in the world for sure.”)

Trans. cr. 🐰 @ cokun.tumblr.com

[michyeosseo]

It would be nice if my only sister had no temper.

[gwangjuboy]

IG Update: 180901

@uglyduck:  무려 네달 전 쯤의 도쿄...ㅋㅋㅋ  📸📸 @xxhayoolxx

[plutothe-pup]

First day of kitchen training!!!

How very exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time - but god was Milo ready for it. At least ready to get back to work, to get back to a schedule to be able to do something! He had been thinking about this moment since August, and so naturally, Milo had woken up far too many hours early. He'd showered. He'd dressed. He'd cooked breakfast, ate breakfast, twiddled his thumbs, went on a run, showered again, paced the basement, took Booboo for a walk, paced the living room - and then...... he waited another three hours until he could finally go into work.

Even then, he'd been early (always), arriving just before his new, mysterious co-worker, supervisor, superior....person; Nemo's dad.

At least, that was literally all Milo knew about them. Which was scary, and Milo couldn't help but be a little apprehensive, but... Nemo was nice. He didn't know anything about the man's family but... he was nice! So his family probably was too!

Still, that small strand of fear still snapped lightly into place as he arrived and greeted him - the younger man immediately ducking his head in a friendly bow before his lips pulled back into a shy smile. "...annyeong hasimnikka." He greeted back, maybe a little too formal but - didn't he just say he was nervous..? Though some of those nerves shook off immediately at the older man's question (even if it might've become slightly obvious because of that hello), features brightening lightly as he nodded. "Oh, yeah!' He chirped cheerfully, launching right into his native tongue; something of a Gyeonggi dialect that had been muddled only by the strength of that Philly accent still trying to shine through, even in the wrong language. "English is my second language." He explained. "But I'll respond to both! Whatever's easier!" Though he had a feeling the other man wasn't asking out of curiosity. Which would be fine with Milo, honestly. He worked far better under pressure in Korean than he did with English, which still fumbled weirdly between his lips even if he was fluent. "It's really nice to meet you too though! I'm Milo- er, well.. You probably uhm.. knew that. Or uh.. Gae Kyung-min. If you prefer. Milo's usually easier but...." He trailed off, glancing off to the side for a moment like he was expecting someone to be looking at him weirdly. It felt funny to introduce himself in Korean as Milo though. Even if it too felt funny to call himself Kyungmin at the same time. Eh, whatever.

@baenxietydad

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[richrubies]

ugly who now?

my favorite thing to do when im bored is look up ‘ugly duck’ on google images, hoping to see the AOMG artist, only to see literal pictures of ugly ducks

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Joshua: Second Chance (Part Fifteen)

Characters: Joshua x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, smut (kinda soft dom!josh, implied virgin!reader, biting/marking, multiple orgasms, mention of period sex toward the end but there’s no actual period sex ok, soft aftercare, idk there’s not really much spice here lmao sorry) ((also it’s implied/assumed that all impregnable people in this story other than mingyu’s mate obviously are on some form of birth control okay cool thanks))

Word count: 4,459

Summary: After his mate died, Joshua always blamed himself and never wanted to imprint again. However, fate has other ideas when he meets you: a young, energetic werecoyote that’s quite the opposite of him. He insists he doesn’t want a new mate – nobody’s even sure if he’s ready for a new one – but he can’t ignore his instincts.

a/n: things in bold are in english. also this was absolutely not looked over bc i hate reading my own smut lmao but i may or may not go back and edit this at some point and add and/or change some minor things bc idk i feel like this was rushed but i hope at least some of y’all like it lmao

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Joshua could sense it coming, it was only a matter of time. So when he woke to an empty bed, he wasn’t worried — he didn’t feel any urgency anyway — or afraid of where you’d gone. He knew this was going to happen. And he wasn’t sure how prepared he was for this.

Your heat had started.

Of course you must’ve experienced it before, but you didn’t seem to know much about it. Jeonghan tried to explain it that one time just to be a dick, but he didn’t get very far with it. So while you knew what was happening to you because it had happened before, you didn’t know what it was called or that the rest of the pack also went through it — but the men only did twice a year instead of once every stupid month like you and Kyung.

And speaking of Kyung…

“You want me to find her?” the female alpha scoffed. “Josh, she’s your mate.”

“But you’re a girl! You can explain all this to her.”

“I think being her mate trumps being the same gender,” she snorted. “I get it’s awkward explaining to someone the birds and the bees of werewolves, but there’s nobody better than you for that.”

“Ugh!” he groaned, knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with her. He felt bad having to do this to you. He felt like he’d be using you and he didn’t want that. But Kyung unfortunately was right. He should be the one to explain it to you -- and help you if you wanted it. “Can you at least go find her? Just to buy me some time to prepare?”

“Prepare how?” she asked with a quirked brow.

“Figure out what to say, what to do…get everyone out of the house.”

“Yeah, good luck with that last one,” she chuckled, but turned to leave in search of you anyway. “Do you know where she went?”

“I can only think of one place.”

-

These feelings had never been this bad before. Sometimes you could even try to ignore them and act slightly normal, but this time it was like your body was on fire and every little touch was electricity. Your body felt so sensitive all over. You had to leave and get away from Josh until this passed.

The cave was the only place you could think to go. You curled up in the small, dark space. The coolness of the cave felt good on your hot skin, but you knew that slight relief from at least one of your symptoms wouldn’t last forever.

You heard movement outside your cave that sounded like walking, and then the scent hit you.

“_____?” Kyung’s voice called softly.

“No,” you whined, already knowing she was probably trying to bring you home. Joshua must’ve been worried about where you went. Maybe you should’ve left a note or something. Unfortunately, that wasn’t on your mind when you were trying to leave the house before anybody woke up.

Kyung chuckled as she ducked and entered the cave. She found you laying on your side with your cheek pressed against a rock, and your legs curled to your chest. There was a sheen of sweat covering your body, and your eyes were dilated to hell. Not only that, but she could’ve sensed you were going through heat from miles away.

She’d definitely seen you in better times.

She frowned slightly as she crouched down, “Do you feel okay?”

“N-no,” you replied, holding yourself tighter with your arms. “I’ll be fine. This happens…a l-lot. Just give me a few days.”

“I know,” she chuckled. “It happens to me, too. Happens to all of us.”

“W-what?”

“Do you know what mating season is? Specifically…heat, I guess.”

You slowly shook your head as you tried to focus on her words instead of the pain you were feeling in your lower abdomen, and the different kind of pain you were feeling even lower.

“It’s normal for creatures like us,” Kyung explained. “For us, we get it once a month. For the guys, it’s twice a year. But they’re…way more aggressive about it.”

“Wait…this is like, a thing?” you asked, bewildered.

She nodded, her mouth pressed into a thin line.

“H-how do I make it stop?” you whined.

Not to be picky, but you’d gotten so used to Joshua’s soft bed and his warm arms. Laying on the cave floor wasn’t something you wanted to go back to, especially not for the next few days or so.

“Uh…how did you make it stop before?” Kyung wondered, though she already knew the answer.

You frowned, eyes squeezing shut, “I tried, but this time is worse!”

“Because you have a mate now,” she nodded. “I hate to tell you this…but it won’t go away unless you ask Joshua to help.”

Your eyes widened, “No!”

“_____, it’ll be fine. Besides, he’s more just concerned about you coming home than anything. And if it makes you feel any better, I was in the same situation you’re in, but everything worked out,” she shrugged.

“R-really? What happened?”

Kyung snorted at the memory, “I hid in the pantry, and Suvi found me.”

“Oh…”

“Oh, it gets worse. She brought Soonyoung.”

“Oh no…”

“Yeah, so at least it was just me here to help, and I didn’t bring anyone else into this situation. But I’m telling you that you should just come home with me and talk to Joshua. It’ll be way easier, I promise.”

You still weren’t fully convinced, but it was becoming harder and harder to resist going home to Josh, “O-okay…”

-

Kyung wasn’t sure how, but it was just Hansol and Seokmin still at home when she managed to help you back to the house. Joshua was waiting in the kitchen with the two boys when Kyung walked straight to his bedroom with you and helped you into bed before going back downstairs to meet the trio.

“You managed to kick the pack out?” she asked, seeming impressed.

“Shua was actually really sentimental!” Seokmin grinned “He said he wanted to properly take care of _____ so we all agreed to give him space for a few hours.”

“They’ll believe anything,” Joshua scoffed.

But Kyung saw through it, smirking and slowly saying, “Suuuuure…”

“We were just waiting for you,” Hansol told her. “I think everyone went to The Capitol.”

“Let’s go catch up. Josh should get upstairs anyway — poor kid’s burning up,” Kyung frowned slightly. Then her gold eyes landed on Josh who was still sitting in one of the chairs. She could tell from the way his leg wouldn’t stop bouncing that he was very nervous. She’d never seen him nervous before. “If it helps, she’s probably more nervous than you are.”

“It doesn’t, but thanks,” he deadpanned.

“Look, don’t feel like you’re going to hurt her or seem like you’re using her. You’re helping her and she’s going to appreciate it and you. You’re going to become way closer,” Hansol reassured him with a smile.

“Yeah, and you should probably worry about her hurting you,” Kyung snorted.

“Can we please go already?” Seokmin whined with a soft blush on his cheeks.

“Good luck,” Hansol nodded before the three exited the house.

Joshua, despite every part of him wanting to rush up the stairs to you, waited until he couldn’t hear their footsteps anymore. Then he stood from his chair and made his way up the stairs, pausing outside his bedroom as he listened to the quick-paced thrum of your heartbeat. His mind was going a million miles a minute trying to figure out what he was going to say or do when he entered the room, but he couldn’t think of anything that seemed right.

“J-Josh…?” your voice sounded so pained and strangled, but the way you said his name was almost a moan. He knew you knew he had just been standing there for a moment.

The way your voice said his name did things to him that he didn’t want to focus on. He was supposed to be focused on you — but it was your current state that had his inner wolf instincts reacting in the ways he was trying to push back.

With a deep breath, he finally opened the door.

You were curled up in a ball on the bed, arms and legs wrapped around one of his pillows. The scent of you filled the room and he had to suppress the growl that bubbled in his chest.

Thankfully, something he didn’t know was that you’d been wiggling against his pillow because you refused to actually rock your hips against it. You inhaled his scent deeply from the pillow and it drove you nuts, but you also refused to let it go.

If he knew that, he’d lose it.

“Why’d you leave?” was what he decided to ask.

“I can’t be near you,” you croaked out, peeking over at him while most of your face was buried in his pillow. “I-it’s too much.”

“I know,” he nodded, “but it’s normal. We all go through it.”

“What exactly is this?” you wondered. “K-Kyung said I’m going through heat b-but...why?”

Joshua shrugged before letting out a short chuckle, “Because we’re half wolf -- or in your case: coyote.”

You let out a whimper, “I just want it to stop. It’s s-so much worse...”

“_____, I—“ he paused, trying to choose his words carefully. “I’ll help you if you want me to, but I don’t want to take advantage of you like this. Being in heat is a very vulnerable thing.”

“W-why would you take advantage of me?” you wondered.

“You know how to subdue these feelings, right?”

You shook your head the tiniest bit.

Joshua gulped, “U-um…well… Baby, what do you do when you get like this? What would help you feel better?”

“Touching myself,” you admitted.

“But now you’ve imprinted, so now only your partner can make the feelings subside for a while. Does that make sense?”

The realization hit you after you thought about it for a moment, “Oh…”

“But if you’re uncomfortable with that, I can try to—“

“No, it’s not that. I don’t want to take advantage o-of you,” you told him. “I don’t want to you do this just because you feel bad for me.”

“_____, trust me, I wouldn’t do it out of pity,” he let out a dry chuckle. “Since you’re my mate…this all has a very big affect on me, too. Really, I want nothing more than to help you, but I want to be sure it’s what you want. I only want you to be comfortable. But I also don’t want to hurt you.”

“W-why would you hurt me?”

“Werewolves can get…aggressive when they’re…feeling…aroused.”

Why did you like the thought of him being aggressive with you?

“I don’t want to go too far,” he continued. “I’m—“

“Josh,” you interrupted, suddenly sitting up and looking at him with desperation clear in your eyes. “Joshua…p-please help me.”

Joshua groaned and closed his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You said you wanted to help if I wanted you to, and I need you to!” you whined, crawling toward him and reaching out for his hand. You gave it a tug with both of yours. “I don’t care if you’re aggressive — I want you to be aggressive. Anything. Please!”

God, what was he getting himself into?

“_____, you still hardly even understand any of this,” he said, more so trying to reason with himself and get him to calm down than anything else.

“I don’t care, I just want it to stop!” you whined, giving his hand another tug. “Josh, I want you!”

“_____--”

“Joshua, stop it!” you were begging him with the last little bit of your sanity you had left. “It’s too much, I can’t take it anymore! I feel-- I-I feel like-- like-- like I’ll explode if you don’t--”

“Okay, shh, shh, I get it,” he pulled his hand away from yours and cupped your cheeks between his hands, stroking your skin with his thumbs as he looked down into your eyes. “I know how you feel, alright? I’ll make it better, at least for a little while. Just calm down.”

You tried to breathe, not realizing you were on the verge of hyperventilating. But all your brain could latch onto was the idea of Josh and it was driving you insane.

After letting you take a few breaths, Joshua asked, “Are you sure about this?”

You nodded eagerly.

For a second, Josh seemed to hesitate, and you considered just having a mental breakdown then and there. But finally -- finally -- he pressed his lips to yours. You always liked kissing Joshua, but this time, it felt different. It somehow felt even better. And it wasn’t a fun thing that made your heart flutter, it made you feel even more aroused than you already were. Another whine slipped out as you tried to pull him closer, and Josh chuckled against your lips as he started to crawl onto the bed.

“Is it bad I think you’re kinda cute like this?” he asked in an amused tone, but the question seemed more like he was thinking out loud than looking for an answer.

You gripped the collar of his shirt once you’d scooted back on the bed with Joshua crawling on his knees. You laid back and pulled him down with you, bringing his lips back to yours. Kissing him was natural now, so it definitely made you feel more at-ease with all the new things that were about to happen -- not that you were nervous, you were more eager to be relieved from how you were feeling.

Joshua put a leg between yours, moving it forward until it was pressed against your core. You gasped as you instinctively moved your hips against him, trying to create as much friction as you could. The only thing between you and his thigh were his pants and your underwear, and he could feel how soaked you already were through the fabric. But even though he already expected that, it still caused a low growl deep in his chest.

“God, you’re going to kill me,” he mumbled against your lips before his began to trail down to your jaw and then to your neck.

His hands started roaming your body as you rocked your hips against him, letting out soft sighs and whimpers at the feeling. Even though you were desperate for anything, you still wanted more. You wanted him.

Joshua already knew. He knew how all of this worked, but he was also unsure if you’d ask for more. But you didn’t have to because his intent was to take care of you to the best of his ability. He wasn’t going to tease you or make you work for anything. He knew you were uncomfortable and he wanted to ease the pain for as long as he could.

But with how good you smelled and how you were reacting to him, it was starting to make him feel a little uncomfortable, too. He was already starting to get hard in his pants, but that was at the bottom of his list for things to worry about. No matter what, you were his main focus.

As Joshua’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, he suddenly pulled back to look at you. You already looked dazed as you looked back up at him, almost offended that he’d stop what he was doing.

“Can I ask you something first?” he wondered. “Before you’re in too deep and can’t think straight.”

“I-- Um...y-yeah.”

“Do you...want me to mark you?” he asked slowly, looking at you seriously. “Or do you want to wait?”

He saw the way your eyes lit up, and the way you grinned at him seemed so out of place considering the situation you were in, “Would you?”

“Do you want that?”

“Of course I want that. Do you?”

“Mm,” he hummed, dipping his head down again to capture your lips again, “I do.”

While Joshua occupied your lips, he started dragging your underwear down your legs. Your hands moved up under his shirt to push it over his head, but when he took too long to take it off, your hands started tearing at the clothing. He heard the soft tears and chuckled, deciding to just rip it off completely and toss the tattered material away.

But in return, he tore your shirt open, too.

His tongue moved with yours while your eager hands tried to work the button of his pants, but they were too shaky -- understandably so -- so he did most of the work for you. 

“It might get a little intense for you,” he warned lowly, slowly kissing along your jaw, “so if you need to feel grounded, just hold onto me. If you need me to stop, say it. Okay?”

You nodded, though your mind was already a little hazy.

Joshua knew mating season did things to you. It consumed you and made it so the only thing you could focus on was relief, and he didn’t know if it would be too much for you. So he wanted you to know that he understood how you felt and that you and your comfort were his upmost priority.

You felt one of his hands move from your waist down your side to your hip, and then over to your lower stomach, and then further down. 

You let out a moan feeling his fingers brush your clit. He pressed down and rubbed in circles, continuing to kiss and suck along your jaw and neck as he focused on making you feel good. Your hips bucked against his fingers as you whimpered and moaned, reaching your high faster than you had ever before.

He knew it would happen since it was your first heat with a mate, and you were pretty inexperienced anyway. And he thought maybe you’d get a little embarrassed about it or want to stop for a moment to check in, but instead, your hips continued to squirm and buck against his fingers as you whined. All you could focus on was release because the first wasn’t enough. You needed more. It was clouding your mind.

“You have to tell me what you want, baby,” he cooed.

It was starting to become a little difficult to focus on his words, but, “Y-you,” managed to tumble from your mouth.

While it wasn’t much to go off of, he knew it was the best he’d get in the state you were currently in -- and it would only get worse. 

As much as Josh wanted to just fuck you then and there -- and he knew very well that was what you wanted even if you couldn’t really articulate that sentence properly -- he wasn’t going to do that to you yet. He moved his fingers from your clit and slid his index finger into you. His thumb found your clit and he rubbed slow circles as he steadily pumped his finger. The noises you made for him were music to his ears and only made the instinct to throw his morals out the window even greater. And while he did know you’d have no problem with that, he promised himself he wasn’t going to let himself do that.

He added a second finger and scissored them inside you, stretching you out for him. You whimpered, clawing at the blankets beneath you. Despite doing things like this to yourself when you’d go through heat before you’d met Josh, you’d never felt like this before. Everything felt a million times better, but you were also a million times more uncomfortable. But every pump of his fingers brought you closer and closer to release, so all your brain knew to do was move your hips to chase your orgasm.

“Do you wanna cum again, baby?” he asked in his sweet voice.

All you could manage to do was whine, arching your back off the bed.

“Just relax,” he breathed. “I’m going to take care of you until you’re satisfied.”

“J-Josh,” you whimpered.

“Yes, baby?”

“I-I--” you bit down on your lip, eyebrows furrowing as you tried to not only come up with the words to tell him what you wanted, but try to move your mouth to form said words. But you couldn’t even keep that train of thought because the waves of pleasure building were washing everything else away. “I-I’m-- D-d--”

Your voice was lost to moans and whimpers. But then you suddenly let out a sharp, “Ah!” and the way your hips bucked made Joshua’s eyebrows raise. You kept your hips in the same position and rocked them in very slight movements.

"There?” he asked. “Does that feel good?”

You couldn’t even respond with a nod, moans spilling from your lips as his fingers curled over a spot that made stars pop behind your eyelids.

Another orgasm hit you, your body feeling warm and comfortable for a few moments until the waves subsided. Joshua relished in the feeling of you clenching around his fingers, helping you ride out your high before slowly pulling his fingers out of you. You whined loudly at the emptiness you felt, wiggling your hips in the air to say you still needed more. You were still feeling uncomfortable and needed the feeling to go away.

As your icy eyes peeled open, you saw Joshua’s fingers in his mouth. He slowly pulled them out, smirking when he noticed you watching him tiredly.

“Still not satisfied?” he asked with a slight teasing lilt to his voice. “You taste so delicious, by the way.”

Your thighs rubbed together, whining softly. Your body was so tired but you couldn’t stop until you were comfortable again. You needed more, and you wanted to tell him that. But all you could do was lay there and whine at him.

“I know,” he leaned forward to stroke your cheek, your hair sticking to it from sweat. “I’ll make you feel better, I promise.”

Finally, Joshua positioned himself between your legs. He was already hard from making you cum twice before and watching you writhe beneath him and moan for him. But he still stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. Then he slowly pushed into you, letting out a low moan until he bottomed out. Your eyes closed as you mewled at the feeling of finally having your mate inside you and feeling so full. This was by far the most satisfied you’d felt so far, but this still wasn’t enough.

But he was very well aware of that.

He couldn’t get over how amazing you felt around his cock. He wanted to just thrust full force, but he stayed there for a moment to let you adjust. He leaned forward, holding himself over you to lean down and take his time kissing across your face. When he felt like it was okay to move, he did so slowly. He took his time pulling out and pushing back in, thrusting slowly even though you were clearly more impatient. But the last thing he wanted was you getting hurt.

He kept the slow pace for a few more thrusts before speeding his hips up. He gradually picked up the pace until the bed was hitting the wall and you were crying out his name. Your hands were everywhere: the blankets and sheets, grabbing at your own arms, and then moving up to him and gripping his biceps. Any sort of words that were able to get out between moans and whimpers was just jumbled mess, but you were trying so hard to say something to Josh. Your mind was completely fogged over from your heat and it was overwhelming, including how good Joshua’s movements felt.

“Shh, you’re okay,” he reassured you in a quiet but rough voice as he held you close and continued to pound into you. “I’ve got you.”

Your arms and legs wrapped around him, your nails dragging down his back as one of his arms snaked between your bodies to toy with your clit. It didn’t take much longer for your third orgasm to hit you, your head dropping back as you cried out in pleasure. 

Joshua’s release was building just as quickly, and feeling you clench around him was what did him in. He released inside you, his lips finding the crook of your neck before his fangs sank into your flesh. White flashed behind your eyelids as your body shook and you clung to Joshua like he was the only thing anchoring you to the earth.

It took you longer to come down, still shaking and whimpering. You could vaguely hear him shushing you and whispering and cooing to you. You could feel the warmth of his body as he guided your head into his neck. You relaxed back into the bed but kept your arms around him, weakly holding him to you -- not that he intended on moving.

Joshua stayed with you, laying half on top of you as he tried to guide your muddled mind back to reality. At first, he said reassuring words like “I’m here, I’ve got you” and “you’re okay, just breathe”. Then he started asking simple questions until you finally responded to one.

It took a few minutes, but you finally croaked out an, “I-I’m...o-okay,” a beat of silence after he asked, “Are you okay?”

“There’s my girl,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Do you feel better?”

You nodded, letting out a yawn, “Tired...”

“I know, that’s normal,” he promised. “Can I clean you up quickly or--”

Before his question was finished, your arms squeezed as hard as they could -- which wasn’t very hard with how spent you were -- around him.

“Guess that’s a no,” he laughed softly. “It’s okay, we’ll make a mess again anyway.”

You managed to open your eyes halfway to look up into his golden ones, “It’s not over?”

“Not even close,” he snorted. “Don’t worry about it right now. Get some rest.”

“Wait, but what happens when I start...bleeding?” you wondered, just genuinely curious about how this all worked.

He chuckled, “What, are you more concerned about my bedding than yourself? Go to sleep and I’ll explain more to you later. I’m not going anywhere.”

And you knew he meant that. So you snuggled into him and let your heavy eyelids close.

“_____?” he spoke up just before you were completely out.

“Mm?” you hummed, half-conscious.

“I love you.”

“I...love you...”

He smiled to himself, burying his face in your hair, “I know.”

[thegravecartel]

Continued Thread w/ @norusaki​

norusaki

The European captain got alarmed by being outnumbered by Feng's crew, but he still held his gun up and gulped [Look pal, we just want the kid and we will leave your territory, right boys?] His own crew nervously nodded and agreed, but the damage was already done.

***

Solome jumped a bit scared seeing the woman, but after he heard the guns outside, he just crawled to the doorway, since it was an open view and they might see him. His dog followed him too, walking carefully.

[HEY SIR!! LOOK UP!!!!] A member of the European crew spotted the dog's tail moving and before anyone could look up, he started shooting.

"MIERDA!!!!!!" Solome exclaimed, pulling his dog to duck her head down but the bullet got his arm. He started to scream in pain and clumsily tried to go back to his hiding spot, but it was too late.

[GET HIM!!!!] The European pirate yelled as some more of his men were aiming at the unarmed child.

Kyung let out a gasp when the first shot was fired, temporarily freezing up when she heard Solome shout until she instinctively rushed to shield the child and his dog.  Without bothering to aim, the young woman unsheathed two daggers that were tucked in her belt, holding one in each hand before sending them shooting straight for the European captain and the pirate who took aim at Solome.  

“I’ve got you! Come on!” She quickly called out to the lad, scooping him up into her one of her arms while the other was busy trying to shield the pitbull as she ushered them through the door, kicking it shut behind them. 

To hell with sticking around to fight off the pirates, she knew that she needed to get Solome to the ship’s doctor straight away.

--

Right then and there, the intruding crew sealed their fates, and ended any possibility for negotiation thanks to the trigger-happy pirates.  In an instant, about a hundred angry Cantonese men and women descended upon them like a hive of vicious wasps, brandishing their weapons and ready to tear every last one apart on that very deck.  As for Feng, his sights were locked onto the other captain, and he was determined to have that man’s head served on a silver platter by the end of the battle.