#muted colours will not pop

[donutdrawsthings]

Art Challenge: Draw your OC in Black Light!

Made this colour reference for my server! It isn't EXACTLY right like how it is in real life, but I did my best anyways! free to use for everyone!

[recovering-vamp]

lil kinda progress screenshot dump of the witchy themed piccrew i am slowly picking away at. I think it shows that I didn't really understand how to do hairstyles as separate pieces (e.g. fringe, middle, back, etc) but I'm getting there, still need to properly add fringes and anything that comes down over the shoulder but I'm hoping it'll work out :)

[hostilemuppet]

she doesnt read as a hedgehog to me idk what she is but not a hedgehog. maybe some kind of weird rodent that you only find in the crevices of australia

[ornithic]

yet another furry character design that i've been thinking about lately is a Horse that's a play on the word nightmare

[delirious-donna]

Bath Time Gone Wrong [Part One]

an: a huge thanks to @satorini for the prompt that produced this. Let's see if this goes anywhere... it sure has potential.

prompt: Your best friend lets you crash at her place over the spring break since you have nowhere else to go. Little did you know that it isn't actually her place. Instead, it belongs to a tall (grumpy) hot guy who finds you in his apartment–her brother.

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: none, SFW

Series Masterlist | Part Two

You couldn’t believe your luck. Not only was your friend clearly loaded, they had immaculate taste as well. All of this you might never have discovered if it hadn’t been for a miscommunication that left you with no place to stay over spring break.

It would be wrong to blame your parents for forgetting that you would be coming home for the two week break, instead arranging for the family home to be renovated whilst they cruised to goodness knows where, but you still felt that stab of disappointment and hurt in your gut. One phone call to confirm dates would have fixed that, but no, what was done was done.

Instead, you found yourself in a penthouse apartment that your friend from college said you could use as it was currently sitting empty. Those were Karin’s exact words, “Don’t worry about it, the place is empty anyways. May as well make the most of it!”

Whistling through your teeth, you did a slow 360 spin of the entranceway. 

The moment your Uber had pulled up outside the building you had an inkling that the inside was going to be luxurious, and you were dead right. The penthouse apartment on the very top floor needed a code and a swipe of a keycard to access by elevator. Your fingers fumbled on the keypad in your nervous excitement, only blowing out a breath of relief when you began to move smoothly upward.

As the doors opened, you found that the apartment was almost entirely open plan with panoramic windows of the cityscape lining the length of the wall in front of you. “Well, fuck…”  

The decor wasn’t quite minimalist, there were too many home comforts to allow for that, but everything was clean lines and muted colour palettes. The sprawling couch scattered with one too many throw pillows, a basket of neatly folded blankets of every type of thickness tucked into the corner and a lush potted plant with long spiky green leaves all added that homely touch that true minimalist apartments lacked.

It was spacious but oddly welcoming with a rich scent that permeated the air, French coffee and freshly baked bread. You wondered if there was perhaps a housekeeper or someone that stopped by every few days to keep the place ticking over.

That thought was how you found yourself exploring deeper into the apartment, searching for an occupied room or some sign of life. There were no noises to be heard, no telltale signs that a terrified housekeeper might pop out any moment and scare the bejeezus out of you. What you did find was several seemingly unused bedrooms in different colour schemes and what you assumed was the master bedroom.

What a sight.

The bed dominated the majority of the room, a thick grey duvet adorned with pillows and a turned down fleece lined blanket on top. What kind of luxury lifestyle did Karin live that she had this kind of place stashed away, unused?

Perhaps you should have peeked inside the closets or the walk-in wardrobe at the very least, but you were drawn like the proverbial moth to a flame by the enticing peek of an en-suite bathroom.

Dumping your small wheelie suitcase and hold-all by the bed, you scurried towards the pristine black and white marble decorated room. It was safe to say you were giggling like an idiot, hands clapping together at the generously sized tub and did it have jets too? Oh my gosh, it did!

In your pure unfiltered joy, you found some jasmine scented bubble bath tucked away behind the bathroom mirror, completely overlooking the men’s razor and bottle of expensive cologne that sat beside it.

A bath would be exactly the thing to begin your new adventure. You could soak, shave your legs, listen to some music and contemplate what you could get up to with your two weeks here. Oh, takeout! You could order something super decadent and pretend that this was actually your place for a little while. 

The possibilities were endless. 

You set your phone up in the bathroom, finding a favourite playlist and blasting the music louder than you would have done back home. No one would mind, you were alone and the noise surely wouldn’t filter to any of the apartments below.

This was going to be an amazing spring break, you could feel it.

Kento was tired. What was new?

A weary hand passed over his face as he examined his reflection in the elevator mirror. Has he always looked this tired? Maybe.

He exhaled as the doors opened into his apartment, but only two steps forward told him that something was not right. Nothing had been touched or moved in the living area or kitchen, yet an unfamiliar scent mingled with the one he was used to. 

Slowly, he deposited his briefcase and shrugged out of his jacket to hang it in the closet by the front door. He kicked out of his too-tight shoes and two fingers loosened the knot of his tie whilst his frown deepened.

His home office was exactly as it should be. The same with his little gym studio. None of the unoccupied guest bedrooms were disturbed, including the one that Karin had long claimed as her own for when she visited once in a blue moon.

Had Karin decided to visit thinking that he’d be away on the business trip that was cancelled last minute? It would be just like her to do something like that, but he was certain she would have stayed away from his room—the master suite.

Now certain to find his baby sister, who was as far from being a baby than ever, somewhere within the walls of his home, he felt his temper bubble. He didn’t need to be disturbed during what was pitched to him as mandated paid time off.

Kento was already annoyed by the idea that was forced upon him earlier this afternoon, and it wasn’t until he reached his building did he begin to think perhaps it was a blessing. Honestly, he couldn’t remember the last time he had taken any vacation time. A week or so to unwind, maybe read for the first time in months, sample a new whisky imported from Scotland… 

The possibilities were endless.

He spied a small suitcase open on his bed, the contents a riotous jumble that made his head pound just to look at. A trail of clothing led from the bed to the bathroom door which stood slightly ajar. Perfumed steam escaped and his teeth grit together in irritation. Music played rather loudly in his opinion, a bright bubbly song with lyrics in a different language he couldn’t understand.

Did he dare to burst into the bathroom and scare the living daylights out of his darling little sister? The idea was tempting. The only downside being that he had no interest in mistakenly seeing her in some state of undress if she hadn’t yet made it into the bath. He would listen a little longer, wait until he was sure he wasn’t going to irreparably damage both his eyesight and his psyche before acting. 

Kento padded around the bed, pulling his tie off and throwing it on the pillow to deal with later. The top three buttons on his shirt unbuttoned easily and breathing became a little easier again. Not for the first time, his mood shifted again. It would be nice to see Karin, catch up and find out how school was going. There was never enough time during the holidays to really enjoy her company so maybe this was all working out for the best.

He was still going to give her the fright of her life though.

The sound of splashing reached his ears and he smiled. Memories of tormenting his little sister rose to the surface whilst he tiptoed silently towards the bathroom door. He could hear the sound of humming along to the music and he had to stifle a snort of laughter, singing was not her forte.

A strong hand gripped the edge of the door. Kento held his breath, preparing to yell. Silently, he counted to three and leapt inside.

“Boooo!”

You had never screamed so loud in your entire life. A man was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, his features twisted in amusement but quickly shifting into sheer mortification.

Water sloshed over the side of the bath, bubbles going up your nose as you pushed your body low into the fragrant water. An intruder!

“Who the fuck are you?” You yelled indignantly, anger finally overcoming the terror ripping through your heart. Whoever he was, he was tall and incredibly pissed off. 

His blond hair fell into his eyes, a hand the size of a dustbin lid swiping it back only to highlight the furious scrunch of his eyebrows. Sharp hazel eyes swung between you and the wall, clearly unsure where to look. In other circumstances, you would have called him good-looking, handsome even but not when you were so very vulnerable.

He spoke, almost to himself. “You’re not Karin…” 

You knew that name, it was your friend’s name. This was her pl—Shit, this wasn’t her place. You could scream.

“I’m Nanami Kento, and you’re in my bath. Who are you?”

[taylorswiftstyle]

2024 Golden Globe Awards | Los Angeles, CA | January 7, 2024

Gucci gown

Let it be known my Roman Empire is painted a shade of aurora borealis green. 

I’m biased. I love it. You’re buckling up for a rave. But everyone knew that, right? 

I want it on record that no one should be surprised when they see this lewk on the TSS Favourite Outfits of 2024 list. And that I’ll devise some maniacal strategy to make it make sense to include in every annual list from here to eternity.

Let's get the obvious out of the way in that this shade of green could easily be interpreted as very snakelike and thus a nod to reputation and its forthcoming re-recorded version. I'd even happily apply it to the teal-y and springlike green of debut if we want to go debutation on this.

But if we are to talk about Gucci we have to talk about the precipice the house is upon right now. As it relates to Taylor, I suspect her dress (specific shade TBD - Chartreuse? Apple? Pear? Some other adjacent fruit that’s a feast for my eyes?) is a preview of Fall 2024 and a clear indicator of the path the new creative director Sabato De Sarno’s will take the brand in. Which is to say, muting the eccentricity of Alessandro Michele’s era of Gucci that brought the brand to a new level of renown in favour of something cleaner and sexier. Nicole Phelps for Vogue already noted that De Sarno’s first collection for Gucci — Spring 2024’s Ancora, meaning ‘again’ in English and released in September — evokes a Gucci when Tom Ford was once at the helm, praising De Sarno’s approach to “the upfront sex appeal of those ’60s-by-way-of-the-’90s shapes, and straight riffs on Ford hits” while “establish[ing De Sarno’s] essentials, focusing on cut and proportion, and repeating shapes for emphasis.”

Indeed, Taylor’s gown is directly reminiscent of a Fall 2004 look from Ford’s Gucci - all green sparkles and sexy disco energy. This makes sense when we consider De Sarno’s history and homeworking when he decided to take the creative director post. He told WWD, “Gucci to me equals luxury … the first fashion piece I ever owned was a Gucci jacket by Tom Ford. I still remember I traveled to Rome to buy it with my friend … luxury was really not part of our world. Television was the only way to see fashion for me back then.” He added, “My ambition is to build an aesthetic message with an edited collection that is mindful of Gucci’s heritage and close to my own aesthetics.”

When we consider my personal history with Taylor and Gucci, I don’t have to look very far to immediately picture one of my all time favourite Taylor looks — the 2014 Grammys when she wore a sparkling Gucci Première column gown which is not too dissimilar to this one. What can I say, I’m consistent. The shape, the perfect kiss-the-floor hemming, and obviously the divine colour that really pops on Taylor will have me swooning for a long time. 

At the end of it all, what I come back to is De Sarno’s sentimentality to naming his first collection: Ancora. Again. He told WWD, “Ancora is a word that you use when your desire is not over yet … I want to fall in love with fashion all over again — ancora.” In the same interview he said, “I like words a lot, they have weight and a precise meaning, they convey emotions, so I like artists who use words.” 

It dawns on me that Taylor’s light is shining at its brightest now as she highlights, celebrates, and - indeed - falls in love with all the versions of herself she has ever been. Revisiting her eras past again. And again. In every re-record. In every step she takes on stage. In every cutting line she writes in ruminating and revisiting the experiences of her life and translating them into song. She’s flitting, flirting, memorializing all her past selves in celebration of their summation of her current self. And that’s what this ‘era of eras’ has been. 

So if this is De Sarno’s Gucci I say welcome. Ancora. 

Photos by Monica Schipper/GA and Amy Sussman via Getty Images

[inkdrinkerworld]

could u please write a lil something for a chubby reader and spencer :)) maybe a small meet-cute at a library or coffee shop? (something really fall inspired hehe) thank u thsnk u love ur work <3

spencer doesn't usually stop at this particularly library, but he'd had to for the case. he and emily had been tasked with finding more information about the books related to the unsub.

he's in fall colours- soft browns and muted oranges, his scarf the only pop of colour visible in a deep purple.

"uh, hi," he says softly, tapping his fingers on the front desk.

his eyes light up when you tip your chin upwards, a warm smile on your face as you look at him. "hi, can i help you find anything?" spencer feels his head cloud and hopes emily doesn't notice.

"yeah, we're looking for this book," she shows you the piece of the paper and your tongue pokes out the corner of your mouth, eyebrows scrunching as you puff up your already chubby cheeks.

"i think we're supposed to have three copies of them, would you mind waiting while i check?" you look up and spencer finds it hard to do anything other than shake his head.

your eyes shine in the amber light of the library and your glasses chain holds flowers and little yellow ducks that clink together as you walk over to the desktop. you're in a pale yellow top and from what spencer can see, brown corduroy jeans. you look cute and the curves of your waist and the little pudge of your belly looks good enough to grab to spencer.

emily coughs softly and his cheeks heat, his eyes lifting back to your face.

"did you know that ducks at rocks? they do it to help them digest hard foods and store them in their gizzards," your eyes seem to light up as spencer speaks so he presses on. "in 1911 in nebraska hunters actuaally found gold nuggets in their gizzards. it supposedly spurred the 'gold rush.'"

emily is proud that he doesn't stutter and is even moree proud of spencer when your eyes widen and you look up from the computer.

"their ducklings communicate while they're still in their eggs and they try to hatch at the same time." you say softly and spencer smiles, letting you work while emily looks between you both shocked.

"you should ask her out." emily whispers to him and his eyes widen.

"we're on a case and i don't know her." spencer whispers back, eyes tracking your every move.

"you were just sharing duck facts, boy genius. leave your number for after." emily says it so easily and with such belief that spencer will get a date or at least a friend out of this case that he considers it seriously.

"they're in aisle three, on the third shelf. there's also some other related books in the shelf across from them."

"thanks," they both say as they walk off. you spend a couple seconds watching after the man in the purple scarf.

they return in a couple minutes, with three books.

"are you checking them all out?" you ask and spencer nods, you stamp and process the books. "could i get a name?" you hold your pen just below your lips as you wait for answer.

the woman says, "i'll be in the car spence." the man blushes and you give him a gentle smile.

"spencer reid." he says softly, voice a whisper as you scribble, slipping the card into the book along with a small piece of paper. "have a good day." he says as he takes the book and you nod, waving him out of the library.

emily watches him open up the first book and leans over into his space as she starts to pull off. "what did she say?"

spencer smiles when he sees the note, your handwriting leaning to th right and slightly looped, "good luck, spencer reid. maybe we can exchange more facts soon, y/n" he reads and smiles even brighter when he notices your number below that.

"told you reid," emily says fondly and spencer can't ease the blush on his face all day.

[imtakingyourcat]

How to: dress like Will Graham

Basics: plaid shirts, double pocket button up shirts, slacks, dress shoes, blazers, waterproof jackets, grey T-shirt and boxers as pajamas. Glasses, watch, other accessories

Materials: leather, polyester, cotton, flannel, wool

Colours: all muted cool tones, with some pops of brown, green, and red. Mainly blue, grey, and cream

Brands: gap, Dr marten, L.L. bean, dickies, Forbes, Steve madden. Some vintage and some modern brands not added, but some accessories can be found in simple google search

Glasses: tortoise oval small frames, can be found in vintage sourced shops, or on firmoo, zenni, etc.

Watch: leather strap watch, vintage or modern and can be found in simple searches

Other accessories: wool or natural fibre frabric gloves, scarves, and beanies

This took like 4 episodes of Hannibal to create

[zephyrine-gale]

Hi, sorry to be a bother but do you have a tag for posts explaining how you draw/colour? I think I remember seeing one of your posts on shading/colouring technique and I can’t seem to find it, your art is so pretty and the way you use colour makes me speechless every time.

thank you both!! I usually have it under "tutorial" tag, but I'll repost this one and add onto it :>

hopefully that helps!! I've mostly been eyeballing colors nowadays but layer modes can also help you pop your saturation or lighting/shading :> just be sure to pay attention to how bright your colors are overall, the method I use to make the colors feel vibrant is to pair it next to a more muted color/one that contrasts it on the color wheel

[pictureamoebae]

DESERT LUXE ESSENTIALS walls & floors by amoebae

The concrete wall and floor that came with the Desert Luxe kit are super chic, but -- all together now -- they needed more swatches.

I think more muted tones go best with this style, so I've only recoloured them in Image Spectra. I'm open to doing them in Dream Pop too if there's considerable interest, but the soft, dusty, jewel colours of Image Spectra really make these basics shine. I'm excited to see all your autumn builds if you use them!

I have a small add-on set planned to expand the usability of the wall in particular, so keep an eye out for that in coming days.

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[uneeorchidee]

personal style inspired by Lucy Westenra

Bram Stoker’s classic brought many iconic characters that continue to inspire fashion and art to this day, one of them being Lucy Westenra. Set in 1890’s, her look was based on late Victorian fashion. Described as soft and sweet, her style is very feminine and modest at first, but as her character changes into a deadly vampire, so does her style evolve into a more dark romantic look. To translate that into a personal style, it’s a perfect inspiration to bring both contrasting sides into one single creative and ethereal aesthetic.

I would keep the classic and feminine pieces and softness of colours as base, and mix it with modern, more relaxed cuts and details, as well as accessories and jewelry that add a little bit of edge and pop of colour for that gothic and vampiric element. Waist is usually emphasised/cinched while silhouette is rich on top or bottom. It can be achieved by combining pieces such as long ruffled skirts of sleeves, or lace and lightweight sheer fabrics like organza/chiffon, with lined and harsher pieces like corsets and bodices. Layering over with items that resemble lingerie, slip dresses and nigh gowns also incorporates well into this style. Some of the go-to pieces – lace turtlenecks, corsets, ruffled skirts/dresses, drop jewelry, laced boots, puff sleeve blouses, off shoulder dresses and tops, stockings, floral details, choker necklaces

colours – off white, silver, peach, muted shades of orange and pink, red

hairstyle – romantic waves or relaxed bun, any type of feminine head piece/accessory

makeup – minimalistic makeup with blurred/stained red lips

Lucy Westenra outfit inspiration

ethereal, dark romantic, lace pieces, muted colours, ruffles, stained lips, red details, feminine

[billyharringson]

@101maverick I've put this in a separate post so my original one doesn't get too long but here is your ficlet with tattoo artist Steve and florist Billy.

I really enjoyed writing this and might expand this into a proper fic at some point.

"just go talk to him, dingus." Robin said, causing Steve to tear his eyes away from the window.

"Just go talk to him? Do you hear yourself Buckley?" He asked, returning to his spying as their newest neighbour continued moving about his own shop, carrying a large bucket filled with brightly coloured roses. He gestured behind Robin to the whiteboard she'd hung there a year ago. "You said so yourself, I can't flirt for shit."

Robin glanced at the board, at the 10 tally marks under the 'you suck' column. "I didn't say flirt, I said talk. Go and talk to him."

"What would I even talk to him about?" Steve whined, leaving the window and flopping over the reception desk. "Why would a god like that even speak to me?"

Robin rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. "Jesus Steve, keep it in your pants okay? Besides, he's tatted to fuck, you've already got something in common." She gestured around at the shop when Steve simply looked blank. "Tattoos dude, he's covered in 'em, you do 'em. Use that as a jumping off point."

"But..." Steve trailed off when the bell above the tattoo shop jingled. He turned to greet whoever had come in and promptly had a minor panic attack.

It was the florist.

Standing there in his tanned, tattooed glory. His golden curls piled on top of his head in a messy bun, a pair of stonewashed dungarees and no shirt, the man didn't even seem to realise that he was a walking wet dream, or that Steve was having trouble breathing.

"Hey." The man said, his smile blinding as he raised a hand. "I'm Billy. I moved in across the road last week, got the flower shop just there." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, his smile dimming somewhat when Steve didn't respond.

"Nice to meet you Billy." Robin said, shoving Steve forward. "The mute here is Steve, he owns the place. I'm Robin, I help his dyslexic ass keep the books."

Billy laughed, walking further into the shop, holding his hand out and beaming when Steve took it. "So, you're the artist huh? I've been admiring your work since I got here." Billy pointed to some of the framed sketches that lined the walls. "What's your waitlist like?"

"Oh, uh... Depends what you want really." Steve finally found his voice, this he could talk about. "What do you have in mind?"

Billy leant against the reception desk, tugging one of the dungaree straps down, exposing one of the few bits of unblemished skin just above his right nipple. "Here I think." He said, tapping the skin. "Another flower, about this big." He circled the spot.

Steve nodded along, pulling his sketch pad towards him as he continued to stare at the exposed skin. "Which flower?"

Billy's grin grew. "What do you know of flower language?" He asked.

Steve blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Uh, I know it exists but I don't know that much about it. Roses mean love though right?"

"Red roses do." Billy agreed, nodding his head. "Or more specifically they mean passion, romance." He traced a beautiful watercolour rose on the inside of his wrist.

"Was it a rose you wanted?" Steve asked, trying to steer the conversation back to safer waters, his cheeks were warm and he was sure he was pink despite the fact that this conversation seemed completely innocent.

Billy shook his head. "No, not a rose. I'd like a green carnation." He said with a wink.

Steve was now certain that he was glowing with how red he must be, because he might not know about flower language but he knew enough LGBTQ history to know what that meant. "A green carnation." He repeated.

"Yup." Billy popped the 'p', his grin just as cocky as it had been since he'd walked in. "You like green carnations Steve?"

Steve nodded, swallowing loudly as he tried to come up with the courage to say what he wanted to. "I do." He said quietly. "Do you like trilliums?"

Billy's face lit up. "I love me a good trillium."

Steve smiled bashfully, looking down at his sketch pad. "I can book you in on Friday, last session of the day."

"Perfect." Billy stepped closer, leaning in and whispering his next words into Steve's ear as he slid a business card across the desk. "That way I can take you out for a drink after, can't I my pretty trillium?"

For info green carnations are a historic symbol for gay men and trilliums are a slightly more recent symbol for bisexuals.

[uunromanticized]

Hi!! If it’s not too much of a bother, could I please request some headcanons for Luka with a female S/O who’s sort of his opposite? Like some crazy-extroverted girly-girl where the closest thing to rock she’s listened to is like better than revenge by Taylor swift, hahaha. Have a lovely day <33333

luka with a polar opposite lover

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

luka couffaine isn’t one to love in vain, he definitely sees something and can appreciate it regardless of if it’s similar to him or not

- vey accepting of others different than him, so becoming friends with him was never an issue

- he’s more than happy to listen to you talk with a little input from him here and there

- if you’re the type that’s always in drama he might get a bit exasperated and maybe put off, but if it’s genuinely out of your control and you’re a kind person otherwise, he’ll probably look past it and just offer advice when you need it

- he loves colour, even if he prefers muted tones he’s not opposed to the girly pastels <33

- while he’s not necessarily scary, compared to you he is so you still get scary dog privileges

- definitely is not afraid to stick up for you

- while he’s not against staying back and letting you do your own thing, if you’re around a crowd he doesn’t have a good feeling about he will stick to you like glue

- he doesn’t mind that you don’t listen to a lot of rock music! will probably introduce you to it little by little if you’d like to. think taylor swift to alt-pop pipeline. and then to soft rock

- chooses songs that are still relatively upbeat because he thinks you’ll like them more

- let’s you dress him up if you want to

- he’s alt so he definitely already knows how to do a mean eyeliner wing. will do your eyeliner

- he doesn’t mind listening to taylor swift even if it’s not his usual scene

- you do know so many people that it’s hard to keep track though. might not remember names

“you remember alyssa right?”

“alyssa- the short one with the dress you like?”

“nooo!! thats alice, i mean alyssa, the one with the flashy jacket!”

- you get along with all of his friends though so that’s a plus

- you both go all out for important dates. especially luka. he might not give a lot of input when you talk but TRUST that he takes mental notes

- not the most obvious couple but one of the healthiest for sure

[animeomegas]

Would Neji be considered a sad beige mom 🤔

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This is one of the funniest questions I've ever received and it's making me question everything.

I mean... Kind of 😭 Here's how I imagine his home:

Which I feel like... yes, he's a bit of a sad beige mum. He would make the pillows blue or green though, I think. He's okay with pops of nice muted colours lol.

This kind of colour palette:

His home is a bit more traditional, and he's not a professional interior designer, so it's not as swanky as the rooms above, but that's what he aims for.

He's also more than happy to hang up colourful children's drawings, and boxes of toys (plastic toys are banned, toys that make noise are especially banned, but colour is more than allowed.)

But yeah... I won't deny that he has sad beige mum energy haha!

[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 8

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol consumption, more detailed BAU case work/in the field/unsub interactions. Smut hinted at.

Emily stirred in her sleep, letting out a little groan as she rolled over, shivering in the heavy air conditioning of the hotel room. She searched for your body for a moment before realizing you weren’t in the bed, she was about to let it slide figuring you were in the bathroom when she heard you swear quietly, swiping your phone off the bedside table and her eyes cracked open.

“Where the fuck are you going?” She asked, taking in your frame, clearly dressed, although in a pair of shorts, a hoodie tugged over your body, flip flops on your feet.

“The beach around the corner.” You muttered back.

“It’s still dark out.” She grumbled, “what happened to you being a late sleeper?”

“Guess there’s something in the air down here.”

“Yeah it’s called fucking humidity.” She dropped back into the pillows, “seriously, why are you up?”

“You ever seen a Florida sunrise?”

“No.” She tugged the blanket tighter around her, burrowing into the pillows, “come back to bed.”

“Or you could come with me.” You laughed softly, “you’re already awake.”

“Give me one good reason.” She cracked open an eye to glare in your general direction and you laughed again.

“Best sunrise you’ll ever see.” You offered, “and I already put in a takeout order, breakfast sandwich and coffee that’s on the way.”

“Yeah, for yourself.”

“I doubled the order, figured I’d bring it back to you after.”

Emily surveyed you for a moment, she knew she’d have to be up for work within the next couple of hours, and without you in the bed she might end up not being able to get back to sleep. She reasoned with herself that she’d be too worried about you being out there on your own before tossing the blankets back and taking a couple of minutes to get herself ready before following you out of the hotel room.

She swore she was still half asleep as she followed you the half block to one of the few places open, quickly picking up coffee and breakfast. It was pure instinct that she took your hand when you reached behind you to guide her in what way to go, gently pulling her across the street in the direction of the ocean. Your eyes swept across the sand, empty aside from a few birds here and there before you spotted a piece of driftwood, kicking your flip flops off before scooping them up and wandering in that direction. You settled in front of the driftwood and Emily did the same, resting back against it before she finally took a sip of coffee and let out a satisfied moan. The beach was still dark, the tiniest glow coming from the sky illuminating the ocean while you unwrapped your sandwich and Emily followed suit, if she was forced to be up this early, she was at least going to indulge.

“Oh my god…” She practically moaned over a full mouth of food and you let out a loud laugh, “this is fucking amazing.”

“Told you.” You glanced her way, a wicked grin on your face, nudging at her shoulder, “you really think I wouldn’t know all the secrets? This was home for a very long time.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had breakfast this good!”

“I miss it at least once a week.” You murmured before leaning into her once again, “and how about that?”

She glanced up towards the skyline, watching the way the sun began to break the horizon, the water sparkling in front of her, colours dancing in the sky and she had never seen something so beautiful. It started off in multiple muted shades of blue as light began to shine its way into a new day, a cloud popping up here or there as oranges and yellows took over the sky. The light glittered through the air and Emily glanced down at you, her breath catching in her throat at the way the beams illuminated your skin, the little happy smile on your cheeks, the way your eyes sparkled in the morning sun. The ocean peacefully rocked against the sand, birds beginning to wake, bringing more noise to the morning as the colours in the sky morphed to a gorgeous pink and purple while the sun broke through the horizon. You let out a happy sigh, fully leaning against her shoulder and you let out a little hum when Emily’s hand tangled with yours.

“It’s gorgeous.” She murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“The best way to start a day.” You muttered back, your eyes remaining on the horizon until the sun was fully in the sky, golden rays breaking through the air and you let out a little huff, your hand finally dropping Emily’s as you shifted to stand, “we should probably head in.”

“Yeah…” Her voice stuttered as you helped her up to standing, a warm smile on your cheeks, for a moment she thought you were about to slip back into work mode but your hand slid into hers as you walked back to the hotel. And she smiled brightly as the two of you waited for a light to change, her hand cupping your cheek while she kissed you softly, the playful smile echoing on your cheeks as you returned the kiss before crossing the street. It was something new, something nice, to be alone while away from home, without the rest of the team around you didn’t have to sneak around to find Vegas, it simply existed all around you. You didn’t have the usual worry, having to look around before even touching one another, as far as you were concerned the only eyes on you were ones of strangers passing by.

*

Scott Dewald.

You finally had a fucking name. A proper and actual, legal name that matched with your unsub. Getting into the office that day felt like the biggest relief you’d had in weeks.

Though that relief was quickly squashed away when you discovered that another girl had gone missing overnight. Dewald now had two kidnapped victims and you needed to find them as fast as humanly possible.

It was just after lunch that Penelope managed to get back to you with a handful of addresses, relatives and known associates in the area, old work locations and the like. She apologised profusely for how long it took and Emily assured her it was fine, she was spread across multiple cases right now, she was still and always would be the best they had. You split the addresses and contacts across the local crew working the case, scooping up your keys as you and Emily headed off to a body shop Dewald had worked at.

Your first stop was relatively unsuccessful, he’d been fired for missing too many shifts, owner said he got weird vibes from the guy but never had an legal issues while he worked there. Back in the SUV Emily read off the next address while you plugged the numbers into the GPS, it was on the outskirts of town, a rather decrepit looking house at the end of a long gravel road surrounded by forest and swamp land. It was a house an old uncle of Dewald’s owned, one that was off the map enough it was a prime place to keep someone hidden or hide yourself.

“You have your vest?” You asked, slowing the speed of the car as you pulled up in front of the house.

“So it’s not just the fact that it’s Florida that I’m getting a weird vibe?” Emily returned and you let out a scoff, switching the gear into park as you stepped out of it, leaving the drivers door open as you spoke.

“At least it’s not Clearwater.” You half mumbled to yourself, grabbing your vest from the back seat as Emily mirrored your movements. Your statement had her stalling her head tilting as she thought back to the last time you’d been in Florida together.

“Hey…” she started softly and you glanced up from velcroing your vest into place, “why didn’t you ever tell me about your dad?”

“What?” Your brow furrowed for a moment until you saw the all too familiar look hidden deep in her eyes and you rolled your own, “fucking JJ.” Shutting the car door you moved around to the front of the vehicle, shrugging in Emily’s direction, “didn’t seem like it was important. Figured I’d end up explaining enough of it whenever a case took us to Clearwater.” The two of you moved towards the house and up a small set of steps as you spoke, “why bother talking about someone who I don’t talk to?”

Emily was about to reply, watching you step up to the door of the house right before a yell came from inside and the two of you froze, hands flying to the guns on your hips. Silence followed right before quiet cries were coming from inside the house.

“You hear that?” She asked and you nodded.

“Sounds like exigent circumstances.” You replied and with a nod from Emily your hand wrapped around the doorknob right before there was a crash behind the house, followed by another yell that you knew was an adult male. “Fuck.” You muttered and Emily let out a huff.

“Clear the house, meet me out back.”

“You sure?”

“We don’t have time to wait for back up. Go.”

In a flash you’d nudged open the door, calling for back up over the radio and Emily tore off around the corner of the house in the direction of the noise. It took her a minute but she spotted Dewald, racing through the trees in an attempt to get away from the intrusion, he had one of the girls tossed over his shoulder and Emily said a silent thank you to whatever higher power that she was putting up one hell of a fight. It was increasingly difficult to make a run for it with an eight year old on your shoulder who was kicking, screaming and flailing punches as hard as she could.

“FBI! Stop!”

“Son of a bitch!” Scott nearly toppled over as the girl landed a heavy kick into his ribs and she started to make a run for it in the direction of Emily. A high pitched scream left her lips as she rounded a bend and collided into a woman who was only a few paces behind Scott. It was only then that Emily managed to put it together, the other reason Dewald had been so hard to track down was that he hadn’t been working alone. The woman grabbed the girl, tugging her tightly to her as a shield, hunting knife against the skin of her neck.

“Ma’am… put the knife down.” Emily slowed to a stop a few feet away, gun raised in front of her as she tried to keep Scott in her peripheral vision.

“FBI bitch, think you’re so fucking special.” Scott called with a sneer in his voice, not daring to get closer, knowing that how things were laid out right now, Emily would have to make a call in the flash of a second. The further away he stayed, the better chance he had at getting away.

“If you’re smart you’ll get on your knees Dewald!” She called in response, her eyes not leaving the woman and girl in front of her, “and you…” she directed to the woman, “you’re gonna put the knife down, and let the girl come to me.”

“You’re not getting the girl alive.” The woman growled.

Emily was so focussed she barely heard your voice cracking over the radio as you called for a medic, insisting it be asap and you recalled again for backup. The woman’s hand twitched, starting to raise the knife and Emily made the call she knew had been coming, pulling the trigger, watching her crumple with the impact of the bullet, blood smearing into the grass underneath her body. There were two screams, one from the girl as she bolted out of reach from the woman in the direction of Prentiss and one mournful one from Scott.

“You fucking cunt!” He roared, starting to move towards her, “how fucking dare you! You’re gonna regret that! I promise you that, bitch!”

His face suddenly shot up to the direction of the road when sirens blared through the air and his eyes widened in panic, looking between the paling body and Emily, a death glare in his eyes before he took off in the opposite direction. Emily swore under her breath, starting to sprint off after him before the girl cried out in pain,

“Wait! Help!” She shrieked and when Emily glanced back she realized she was bleeding, her eyes darted between the direction Scott had disappeared, the girl and the house, wondering if you’d be able to cover more than one base in the next matter of minutes. In the brief second she had to make a decision she jogged back to the girl, you’d saved at least one of the victims and taken down a surprise unsub, you were at least one step closer in the right direction. She quickly called for a second medic, echoing that they had one perp down, one in the wind heading East off the property.

*

Back inside the house you’d began to think that they’d all made a run for it, the noise you’d heard must’ve been a fluke. That was until you heard a little whimper from the last room you checked and your breath caught in your throat, what you thought had been just a pile of dirty sheets had one of the girls curled up in it. She’d been taken almost a full week ago and it looked like they hadn’t fed her that entire time, bruises littered her skin and there were a couple of cuts on her body that looked fresh, spilling blood onto the sheet beneath her. It seemed like Dewald had simply chosen to take the more viable victim with him when he ran. You quickly called for a medic, holstering your gun and slowly walking up to her as you assured her you were someone safe, that she was safe now and that was when you noticed she was chained to radiator.

Thankfully you managed to get it undone easily, soft kind words spoken to the girl, who now up close you recognized was Kelly. The yelling outside was getting louder, though it seemed like it was further away, voices shouting over each other before the telltale sign of a gunshot rung through the air and you felt your blood run cold, Kelly let out a muffled shriek and jumped onto you, clinging onto your body for dear life as she shivered in your arms despite the hundred degree temperature outside. You heard more yelling, the sound of a siren getting closer before Emily’s voice crackled through your radio and you let out the breath you’d been holding, scooping up Kelly and carefully moving through the house, stepping out the back door.

“Em?” You called, eyes adjusting to the sunlight and you could feel your heart beating a mile a minute as you searched the yard for her, rounding a bend to see her with the other girl. Her head shot up at the sound of your voice and you watched her shoulders sag in relief at the sight of you unharmed and the girl on your hip.

���He’s in the wind.” She called; the frustration evident in her voice as she bandaged up a cut on the other girl’s arm. “Bastard.”

“I heard a shot?” You asked as you got closer.

“Yeah.” She nodded in the direction of the woman, “D.O.A.” It technically wasn’t the right term, but it was the best way to have the conversation considering the tiny humans listening.

“Accomplice or Stockholm?”

“They made us call her Ma.” Kelly’s tiny voice finally broke, her head shifting up to look at you in your arms, tears swimming in her eyes, “she’s not our Ma.”

“I know sweetie.” You gently stroked at her hair, “we’re gonna get both of you back to your parents right away. I promise.”

She nodded before burying her face back into your shoulder and you and Emily had a mere moment to exchange a look. Her hand reached out, the thought was just to squeeze at yours but the second your fingers touched the adrenaline burst through her chest and reality sunk in of just how badly that could have gone. She gently tugged you to her, wrapping an arm around the free side of your body and pressing a kiss to your temple as she held you to her for a minute. A voice called out from the other side of the house and you quickly stepped away from each other, following the sounds of the medic and local pd as they started to sweep the scene.

Jacksonville PD sent out a couple of officers and one of the dogs in the direction Dewald ran off in, but he knew the lay of the land, they didn’t, none of you had high hopes. You left the locals in charge of the crime scene, reuniting the girls with their families before you wrapped up paperwork and Emily made a few phone calls. The woman had been ID’d as Samantha Harrison, an old girlfriend of Dewald’s who he apparently met back up with after she had finished her parole for drug charges. Waiting just long enough for her to be under the radar of the state and able to help him hide out and move around, with some further digging you found out she’d lost her own daughter to child services when she went to prison, her motive to be his accomplice.

You were at a spare desk, flipping through her case file when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder and you glanced up to see Emily rounding your chair, perching on the edge of the desk.

“He’s officially on the FBI wanted list.” She let out a soft sigh, “aside from that, the mess is out of our hands until he pops back up again.”

“How’s the team doing?”

“More successful than us.” She chuckled quietly, “caught their guy, on their way back home right now. The jet will pick us up at eleven tomorrow.”

“Hmm.” You flipped the folder closed, tossing it to the pile of other ones, “you wanna grab a drink? My treat?”

“Yes.” She smiled as you stood from the desk, nudging at your arm, “but you bought breakfast, I’ll pick up the tab.”

“Well in that case we’re going gourmet. I could use some dinner too.” You teased and she laughed, shaking her head at your antics.

*

You ended up at Salt Life Food Shack, a personal favourite of yours for after work food and drinks, the vibe not too upscale while still having a variety of delicious drinks and delectable, fresh food. You’d opted to soak up as much sunshine as possible before heading back to DC, taking a table on the patio, sitting perpendicular to each other so you both had a view of the ocean. It also meant it was more than easy for Emily’s fingers to trace across the bare skin of your leg, while your hand could find its way into her lap without any struggles. You split a jug of sangria and a number of apps and smaller meals, the table covered with calamari, mahi tacos, grilled shrimp, a sushi roll and scallop pasta.

Emily popped a shrimp in her mouth, her gaze drifting out over the beach as she got lost in her thoughts, eyes watching the waves crash into the sand in the same rhythm your thumb rubbed at her leg. You swiped a calamari from the plate, settling back in your chair, drink in hand when you noticed she wasn’t paying any attention.

“Hey.” Your foot nudged at hers under the table and she jolted out of her daydream to look your way, “what?” She bit down on the shrimp, tossing the discarded tail onto her plate with a huff.

“Should I have gone after him?”

“Dewald?” You cocked a brow, “Em, Molly needed your help, and your partner was AWOL, back up wasn’t there yet, you couldn’t exactly leave her.” You leant forward, squeezing at her hand over the top of the table, “and… no offence but you would’ve made it fifteen feet into that brush before running into a territorial gator.”

“Glad you have so much faith in me.” She deadpanned but by the smirk on her lips you knew it was a playful jab. “We were just so fucking close.”

“It’ll be a lot harder for him to hide out without Samantha. PD’s tracking all her bank accounts, cards, vehicles and property. He’ll turn up again and they’ll get him.”

“Mmm.” She swiped another shrimp from the plate, her gaze once again shifting to the beach in front of you. Though this time her free hand stayed curled in yours on the table top, thumb brushing over your knuckles gently.

It felt a little weird, knowing that to anyone passing by or on the beach you looked like a couple, one enjoying the sunshine on a nice vacation and not federal agents. You could tell that Emily was getting lost in her thoughts again, likely replaying the moment in the backyard over and over to see what she could have done differently, how she could’ve been in two places at once, if she’d made all the right calls as the superior agent in the field that day. So you leant forward, taking a hefty swig of your drink before you spoke,

“You really wanna know about my dad?”

“What?” She suddenly glanced up, yup, that had done the trick, “I mean, not if you don’t want to. Everyone’s allowed to keep their past in the past.”

“I mean you already know some of it.” You shrugged, “no harm in all of it. What’d JJ mention?”

“In her defence…” She laughed, raising a hand before picking up her drink, “she only brought it up when we were still playing hot and cold and she thought I should know to make sure you weren’t over working yourself to prove your worth. Wanted to make sure I wasn’t ignoring your good work.”

“Mmm.” You nodded, taking a sip of your drink as Emily watched you for a moment, making sure she wasn’t about to cross any lines, that you were still okay talking about this, moving forward tentatively.

“What happened to your mom?”

“Well, they were never married.” You laughed, “so it made it a hell of a lot easier for her to run off to Salt Lake with her boyfriend when I was twelve.”

“Are you still in touch?”

“She used to send a card every birthday and Christmas, a phone call or email here or there, but that all stopped when my dad kicked me out. Not exactly like I could leave a forwarding address.”

“You know JJ thinks the reason behind that could be a teen pregnancy.” She teased just a little bit, a grin on her lips and you barked out a laugh.

“Oh my god!” You practically snorted, “please, the closest I’ve ever gotten to a man was when you sent me under with Morgan.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You sucked back on your drink, “had a boyfriend in junior high, ya know, the ones who hold your hand and walk you to school and nothing more. Then came the girlfriend in senior year….”

“I take it daddy dearest didn’t like that too much?”

“Nope.” You let out a little sigh, smiling when Emily squeezed at your hand, still tangled with hers on the table top, “girlfriend’s parents were nice enough though, let me stay there while we finished high school. We both wanted out of Florida, I didn’t care where but she wanted Seattle so I went with her.” You shrugged, glancing up toward Emily, “started with local pd while I researched schools in the area, finished my degree, moved up the ranks and got recommended to the feds. I figured it was the best way to tell my dad to shove it, ya know?”

“Yeah.” She smiled warmly, “this girlfriend the lawyer?”

“God no!” You laughed again, sipping at your drink, “we broke up but stayed friends, she’s owns her own hiking tour company. The lawyer and I dated when I lived there though, kinda ruined the city for me, part of why I moved down here when the opportunity came around, I needed a fresh start even if it kinda felt like moving backwards thanks to location.”

“Well I’m glad in the long run it brought you to the BAU.”

“Me too.” You smiled at her over the brim of your glass, a comfortable silence taking over the table for a moment.

“You know, I’m still a little surprised, never would’ve pegged you for someone with family issues.” Emily stated and you chuckled, leaning into the table.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She nodded and you smirked, your voice lowering when you spoke next.

“I actively call you daddy in the bedroom and you were really out here thinking I didn’t have daddy issues?”

She bit back a howl of a laugh at that, finally dropping your hand to swat at your arm with a shocked smile on her cheeks, shaking her head at you once again. It was only a few minutes later the bill was dropped off at your table and Emily reminded you she was taking care of it and the two of you finally made your way out of the patio. The crowds in the area had died down as the sun sank in the sky, a few smaller groups, couples of solo dog walkers or joggers scattered around the area. You were almost tempted for a beach walk, wandering along the shore line, eyes lingering on the water before Emily’s hand slid into yours once more, her fingers lacing with yours and you glanced to her with a smile.

“Thanks for dinner.”

“I think there’s more than a few ways for you to repay me.” She replied with a wicked grin and your lips curved up into a smile.

“Is that so?” You wandered passed her, pressing the button on the cross walk to wait for the light to change, your breath catching in your throat as you felt her hand slide from yours around your body from behind, her free one moving your hair off your neck before her lips met your skin.

“Mmhmm…” She murmured, kissing up your neck before she turned you in her arms, laying one on your lips, “we’ve got…” she glanced at her watch, “thirteen hours until wheels up and I want to see how many times I can make you scream before then.”

“Oh… gosh… twist my rubber arm, won’t you?”

She chuckled, somehow softly and darkly at the same time, her nose nuzzling yours while her hand slid across your cheek, resting on the side of your neck when she ducked to kiss you. You knew there were eyes on you, you could both feel it but considering you were making out on a street corner it was to be expected, and neither of you gave a care in the world. Her tongue slipped into your mouth and you were putty in her hands, willing to do just about anything she asked. A car honked and the two of you jolted apart in a fit of laughter, glancing to the light before darting across the road.

You had thirteen hours of freedom left and you were going to take advantage of every single second of it. It had only been a few days down in Florida on your own and you both already knew just how much you were going to miss it, how you’d been able to be so free and open with everything, with each other. You knew some of the local cops had picked up on a thing or two and it didn’t matter in the least, even the waitress at dinner had made a comment to Emily about you while you were in the bathroom and Emily didn’t even bother to correct her when she used the term ‘girlfriend’.

After all, when in Vegas….

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Cellphone spying! TDA Edition (;TWP)

(I'll be asking this same question to respective other sub-fandoms in the Shadowhunter community so that we have a net-profit of fantastic phone snooping of our own favs)

What are their most used apps, their background photos, their favourite social media, and do they have a pop socket or a special kind of case? etc.! Let's get started!

This ask applies to each TDA cast member of note as well TWP (mainly just to emphasis that KiTy and Dru matter! haha)

❤️‍🔥 Type of Phone: Do they use their phone a lot? What brand is it? What type of model is it? Are they interested in a lot of gadgets or is it very outdated? Does it have a cracked screen? Do they splurge often to buy their phone? Why is it that model?

❤️‍🔥Type of Phone case- Is it utilitarian? Is it branded? Is it funny quirky and often changed up to match certain outfits? Or does it have a string around sometimes just to be useful for i.e. when they take shifts and are on patrol so they have and its very to have a case that wraps around them? What colour is it? Why is it that colour or design?

❤️‍🔥 Most Used Apps: I.e. is it Instagram, Spotify, Mail, Netflix, DC Universe Infinite?

❤️‍🔥 Favourite Random App: i.e. something bizarre like like Hiking trails or Vinted

❤️‍🔥Favourite Social Media App: Is it Instagram? Do they use instagram live a lot? Or reels? Or do they prefer using TikTok for live content?

❤️‍🔥 Favorite App Game: Could it be Candy crush? Or do they not not play games? Is it because of lack of storage?

❤️‍🔥Home & Lock-Screen Photos: What is their wallpaper right now? Do they change it regularly? If so to what? Or is it a generic wallpaper that never changes and it comes wit the phone? Or is it of family members? Maybe a wallpaper affiliated with a sports team or a favourite fandom? Or a fandom ship? Is it a different wallpaper from their home screen?

❤️‍🔥Group Chats (the most frequented): Are they in many different Group Chats? Or they absolutely refusing to be a part of group chats? Or at least a few? If so what, are the group chat's names and who is a part of it? Do they keep the group notifications on? Or muted?

❤️‍🔥 Organization: How do they organise their phone? Is it into sub-folders? How is it organised by theme? How frequently they reach for the app?

❤️‍🔥 Most Called: Who do they call the most? And how often do you say? Or does this person not need to call their person often bc they are often WITH them?

❤️‍🔥Prefers to Call or FaceTime: Video calls or phone calls?

❤️‍🔥 Most Texted: Who do they most text? Their siblings? Their love interest? Their best friend? Who?

❤️‍🔥#1 Emergency Contact: ?

❤️‍🔥Alarms: How many alarms does this person set? Do they use alarms solely for waking up? Or does they set reminders for different tasks or timers for assignments? How much backlog of alarms is there of alarms? Or do they keep only the few they use on the regularly?

❤️‍🔥What news apps do they get their current events?: Do they even check in on current events? Or do they get it from podcasts? Or do they get their news from social media? And if so which?

❤️‍🔥 Social Media Usage: Are they, 'popular' on social media? Thus having a high follower count? What do they tend to post to 'the public'? Are they gearing their instagram or TikTok for a more artistic angle or sharing private important moments to the public? i.e. what they eat, what their favourite show is right now? Do they curate it to a specific aesthetic? Or do they not bother at all? and can go a long time without checking their social media? Do they have a burner account they use to follow all their favourite things and spy on people? Or do they not play that game?

❤️‍🔥 Most Listened to Song (currently): ?

❤️‍🔥Most Listened to Podcast (currently):?

And that's it for now! Thank you thank you for indulging us with your detailed creatives, I hope you will find this as fun as I can anticipate when I go giddy seeing your lovely answers that are at this point as close to canon as real!

xoxo

Regarding the Cellphone-Spying

This is an Answer-Post to a really nice & intriguing question I received from @emmalovesfitzloved.

I really don’t know how freaking long this answer-post will be, so I hope y’all are in for this ride!

We’re starting off with Kit, since he's definitely one of my favorite characters and also one for whom I have lots of personal head canons & theories, which will make this a lot easier. He was also the first one that came to mind!

I also made some categories to please my perfectionistic, organization-obsessed brain. Hopefully, it’ll make everything look less long & intimidating.

The Outside

So, first of all, Kit definitely has an IPhone. I'm thinking maybe 11 or 12 model-wise, and for sure either a blue or silver one (though the light blue one is the most obvious choice for sure)

He would have one of these weird-ass clear cases with the circle thingy, the only reason being that everybody else uses those as well, and he didn't really feel the need to stand out (at least not through his choice of phone case??)

Also, he is one of those people who store absolutely everything in their phone case. Keys, money, hair clips (for Mina), chewing gum, guitar picks (my kit-attempts-to-play-the-guitar-headcanon is very strong), a paper heart (from either Ty or Mina, you decide) and random pieces of garbage

All his wallpapers, not matter if we're talking home- or lock screen, are always pictures of him with his loved ones. Always. Ty basically lives on his lock-screen rent-free at this point.

In terms of accessories, I will definitely stand by the fact that he uses very old, partly damaged wired headphones (instead of listening to his boyfriend!) and is very stubborn about it. He also uses a pop socket, either one of those black-and-white checked ones or one with some sort of comic or movie reference.

The Inside

Apps

He has an average amount of apps, mostly socials and unnecessary games he downloaded because of advertisements but never really uses.

There isn't really an organization to them (like color-coded or something); he just lets them be where they are.

Most used Apps: WhatApp, YouTube and Google (pretty basic)

Personalization

Alarms: He actually only needs like three alarms, the first one being the most annoying sound ever (summit), and the others just in case.

Ringtone: He definitely had a duck-one at some point, simply out of spite and to scare Jace.

People

The people he texts the most are Ty and Dru. I would actually even say that he and Dru have more messages together than he and Ty, for numerous reasons. One of them being the fact that their chats contain many many playful arguments which result in tons of short messages and emoji-spams. Also, Ty isn't really a texter in my mind, and the two of them are around each other the whole time anyway.

In terms of who he calls the most, it's definitely Ty and Tessa, who's also his #1 Emergency Contact. Kit calls Tessa a lot, not only to talk to Mina who does not have a phone, but also just to check in, get advice or just talk for a bit. Him and Ty do both normal calls and video calls, but only if they're away from each other, normally, which doesn't happen too frequently. But when it does, they'll be calling each other a lot!

Group Chats, whew. This is gonna be a long one😅 There is, of course, a family group chat with Jem, Tessa and Kit, that'll have Mina in it later. Just a basic one, I would say, where he always replies (like the good son he is). He's also definitely in a chat with the whole Blackthorn-Family (in which he's mostly active through weird emoji-reactions) and the TWP-Gang (which he keeps muted A LOT, mostly because of Dru). And then there's a really unnecessary Herondale Group Chat, which Jace thinks is very important (it only has him and Kit in it at the moment; they're waiting for eventual children to add😭).

That's it for now, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! I know I did not cover every single question, there'll be coming more later, hopefully!