#*repetition

besties and worsties, we have another candidate for legendary catboy!! alicorncatboy is definitely a new one I have to admit, though I wonder if there's any animosity or amicable relations between them and the horsecatboys seeing as they are visually similar species. What is an alicorn if not a spicy horse?

If we're going for subtle details here, I propose that an alicorncatboy's hair is as cold as ice, as alicorn manes are super cold in canon. Maybe this prompts them to keep it short so it's not always against their face and necks, leading to a common hairstyle amongst alicorncatboys! Like a pixie cut or something, and they they've got the alicorn ears sticking out of that.

to touch on the more personality traits, alicorncatboys might be the opposite of the shy/demure personality attributed to some catboys, instead exeberant and hard to control, always up in people's faces and shouting everything they say. Wait--Jensi? Is Jensi an alicorncatboy?

I feel like anything else would go beyond the reasonable spectrum of a catboy and venture more into the Being the animal realm, which is fine!! It's just not the same as the kind of catboys we've been talking about.

oh eye color! perhaps alicorncatboys have a darker eye color than their catboy brethren. If we changed all of canon and said they had brown eyes the universe might explode (/hyp) but that's fine--or we could say their eyes are just super dark and look almost brown like an alicorn's.

if they were to partake in the maid dresses, I feel like they should be the color of Greyfell's wings, like this white melding into a dusty blue towards the bottom for some spice! Maybe they wouldn't wear the choker though, as Silveny didn't like having a harness on her. Alicorns simply don't like to be restrained, your honor.

@247taemin

* edge art gallery, to put it best, is seulgi’s playpen. laden with figures with money who scoring a yearly salary of delicious looking numbers. specifically men too, might she add, has a good row with their numbers too. and her assumptions aren’t incorrect -- men in overpriced blazers and egyptian cotton sauntering round the gallery only come to look at art to buy art. 

men who can afford the overpriced contemporary pieces (and appreciate them, of course, she mustn’t leave that detail out). receptionist isn’t too much of a flashy, get-go, high salary job but the men with high up exec. positions in samsung, hyundai, kitec blah, blah, blah, keeps her head afloat well and good. 

call her gold digger, as if that’s a new one she hasn’t heard. 

glass door swings open and padded footsteps of (probably expensive) oxfords make their echoes sound through the gallery. an eye flashes up, seulgi’s got to keep tabs on prospective clients, that’s her job isn’t it? 

decked in well-dressed attire, she grimaces. lee taemin, in his glory, as if she could get away from him. (actually no, as if he had the power to get away from her, the last she remembered she still had him angry, swooning and heaving for sex.) 

apparently he’s picked himself up, and made a name for himself. 

and gosh, she does likes boys who have a branded name, that’s her type anyways. 

“lee taemin? oh my, it really is you.” the cliched receptionist pencil skirt doing her favours (she knows it after bumping some cute songwriter eyeing her down). the grimace, is replaced with a jarring smile, a bit too wide and forcefully stretched but nonetheless, still as gorgeous as ever. that’s kang seulgi for you.

click, click, click. goes her heels and their proximity is a little familiar. (seulgi remembers back in the day this closeness would drive their hormones screaming for... well, you know.) “i guess you can’t get enough of me can you?”