a section of a character bio i'm writing! the character's name is eun-bi, also known as rayne, and is an identical (mirror) twin to her sister sun-hee or sunny. mirror twins are interesting

don't ask why there's a wolf in a petsmart

when they enter, a nearby sales clerk takes one look at conri and gives andre a dirty look. “your dog should be on a leash.”

unfortunately for the clerk, he’d never seen conri on a leash before. he’d never seen the wolf need one — one word from cinead and the oversized pup was all ears. “he doesn’t have one,” andre offers an apologetic shrug, “but that's okay, he’s a good boy, he doesn’t need one. right conri?”

andre whistles to get the wolf’s attention then calls him over. the wolf turns his head to look at him, then continues foreward, wandering deeper in the store. the store clerk looks done with their life. “he won’t cause trouble,” andre reassures with an apologetic smile.

when he turns his head back to where conri was, the wolf is gone. trying not to sound too alarmed as he excuses himself, andre makes his way down the aisles at record pace. causing havoc in a petstore is not how he wants this excursion to end.

“i’m starting to think you came out of the womb fully grown or something, yeesh. mom didn’t even have to push, you just walked yourself out—see? just like a horse."

not a post but an app! posting a screencap of the portion instead bc it needs the formatting to top it off hehe

"Right now?" she asked, letting her hips sway a little more pronouncedly, showing off the curve of her figure. It took her a moment to recognize who it was - because of course he would be out of that standard, sleek uniform of his that was so recognizable - but when she did, she felt a coy little smile toy at her lips. "Right now I'm talking with you, scarf boy. Or should I call you Little Devil?" She hummed softly at the thought, standing her ground then. "But you know how cats are, Devil. They do what they like, and if you cross their path, you'd better not get in their way. Although... if you play nice, I might be willing to make an exception."

She was ever so carefully laying the bait, moving slowly as she shifted her weight so that it looked entirely natural as she slid into a stance that offered him the barest glimpses of her skin, teasing hints of what lay beneath. It was window dressing towards an offer she had used more than a few times to get her way, even if she didn't always succeed with her prize. She had a feeling he was going to be one who would be like her Spider in turning her down though; it was in the scarf over his eyes instead of the usual mask. A pity, that. It might have been rather fun to have a tangle in the sheets with Hell Kitchen's infamous Daredevil. "I promise I won't even scratch... much."

me: he's blind felicia
me: he's gay felicia
me: please stop doing literally everything you're doing, felicia, matt did not ask for literally any of this.

digging in to slow their trajectory, the child points to the rapier at isolde's waist. "is that a real sword? can i see it?"


she glances down, back up. "touch it and i may skewer you."

"you could have found a mask to hide your warm brown eyes, but you didn't. so, maybe your goal was to make sure they haunt my dreams tonight as i try to figure out who this cinderella at the ball was."

"And you?" Evan took a longer sip of the fruity concoction. After a moment of deliberation, she ventured an additional question, quiet and to the point. "What were you hoping for?"