#kin lockscreen

[spacedreamon]

Cryptidkin Background I Made

[januscorner]

Made a lockscreen inspired by the love interest for my book

[hazyaltcare]

A 1080px × 1920px aesthetic-style wallpaper for a Nursula Bendy (Moral Orel) that's somewhat themed around the Nature episode.

Mod Haze (☀️Sol)

[faerie-cemetery]

[eightteez]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏᴄᴋꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴꜱ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

[delightfuldevin]

This one’s a couple months old but I love him,,

[the-ace-with-spades]

fluffy or funny prompt: jake or bradley finds out what the other has named them in their phone contact list/ finds out the (profile) picture they have set when called/ find out the phone background is of the other

Don't know if this meets what you meant but here it is! it might not make much sense but I haven't read it over after writing

Thank you so much for this prompt (and the other ones as well, will try to get to them at some point I think 😅)!

...

Sometimes, Jake thinks that if Bradley’s head wasn’t screwed on, he’d have lost it long ago too. Jake’s thought he was used to it but since he moved in a week ago, it’s been non-stop. This time, he’s been calling Bradley’s phone for the past five minutes, trying to find where in the house he’s left it.

Finally, Jake finds it vibrating in their bedroom, in their bed, of all places, and under Jake’s pile of pillows.

The face that greets him on the screen is his own — it’s his Facebook profile picture because Bradley is the type of old man that links his Facebook with his contacts book, no matter what he says. That part doesn’t surprise him, but as he lets it ring and ring in his hand, he can’t help being a bit offended.

“You have me saved by name and surname? Not even a heart emoji next to it,” he complains. The screen flashes once, Jake Seresin NOK written on top disappears and the whole thing swaps to black and then to Bradley’s basic default lockscreen. “What am I to you, your accountant?”

Only way it could be worse is if he used Jake's government name, Jacob and all.

“I've got everyone saved up that way, you’re not that special baby,” he says, unamused. “My pops did it this way and he was fine.”

For a second, something in Jake’s mouth dries out — he’s rarely heard anything about Bradley’s dad and yet this small little bit takes the air out of his lungs. Bradley doesn’t elaborate because he never does but he’s so used to it almost doesn’t hurt.

“Knew you're an old man deep down your heart.”

Bradley grumbles under his nose, rolling his eyes before he reaches his hand out for the phone — yeah, not gonna be that easy just now.

“Hey,” Jake says as he pretends to give him the phone. “What does NOK mean?”

“Nothing,” Bradley replies, his whole face turning a nice shade of pink that is only reserved for three things — being caught being sweet, being embarrassed, and being horny. Jake swiftly hides the phone behind his back, swapping the hands that come and try to “Come on, I was looking for it for a reason, I need to make a call—”

Bradley steps closer, close enough his knee pins Jake’s legs to the edge of the bed. Any closer and they’d be chest to chest, the warmth of his body already inviting Jake to lean into it, lean forward and take Bradley down into the bed with him.

“What are you so embarrassed about, huh? Got a gallery of my sleeping pictures in there?”

“Jake,” he spits out, arms trying to reach around Jake’s torso — he might have longer limbs than him, but Jake is faster and has more siblings to give up easily. “Sersin.”

“En—Ooh—Kay,” he repeats and then repeats again, now holding the phone behind his head, up in the air.

Bradley takes a step back and looks at the unpacked box of Jake’s shoes on the floor. His cheeks are full-on red now, and he’s pouting in that cute, hypnotising way that makes Jake want to squeeze his face and kiss his pretty little red nose.

“It means next of kin.”

“Oh,” is all Jake can get out for a second. His arms fall to his sides. “Am I your—”

Bradley nods his head before he can even finish. He’s still not looking at him. Jake doesn’t say but all he can think of is that his ma is his next of kin still.

“Most people just go with In Case of Emergency, you know,” he says instead. Bradley isn’t his NOK but he’s his ICE. There’s a difference. “Woulda be nice if you said something.”

“Well,” Bradley doesn’t even try to quip back, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Can I have my phone back now?”

Jake does the carrot and stick thing again — hand with the phone out and retreating back as Bradley is inches away from it. He needs something more, some kind of explanation, explicit one that will confirm to him what Bradley means with the things he did.

“I don't know, can you?” he asks. Bradley scowls at him. “Shouldn't I at least know your code if I'm your next of kin?”

Instead of going for the phone again, Bradley flicks him on the nose. “I’m going to use the landline.”

They’ve been together for over nine months and he still doesn’t know so many things about Bradley, even as fundamental as who was his next of kin before Jake, or what happened to his dad.

Even just looking at Bradley’s phone, he feels something bitter — the joke about Jake’s sleeping pictures was the first thing that came to his mind, but the truth is, he doesn’t know what Bradley could have on his phone. He doesn’t use it often, far less than his walkman and his ipod, but he likes to take blurry pictures that Jake never sees the appeal of — planes in the sky, motorcycles he never even looks to buy, the seaside.

He’s never seen him take pictures of Jake.

Bradley’s phone is asking him for the pin code and Jake doesn’t know it but he wishes he did. It’s not like he wants to look at his texts or search history. He tries anyway — Bradley’s birthday gets him nowhere, his mom’s birthday gets him nowhere.

On a whim, he types in 1216. And it unlocks. Sixteenth of December is his birthday.

What knocks the breath out of his throat is the homescreen picture.

It’s Jake’s face, sleepy, blinking at the light from the phone’s lens, half-buried into Bradley’s chest and his ugly UVA hoodie. He doesn’t even remember Bradley taking this photo, doesn’t remember which of the times Jake napped on Bradley it is from, how long it could’ve been set as Bradley’s phone background.

“Oh.”

He locks the phone again. He’s seen what he wanted to see.

[anonymous-dentist]

Bagi's first day at work consists of paperwork, more paperwork, and even more paperwork. She spills her tea all over her papers (oh, nooooo, how horrible...) and has to redo them all. She refuses a fresh cup of tea from one of the other detectives, a tall man with a terrible mustache that she thinks might be into her.

Unfortunately for him, she's already taken.

Just after noon, she checks her phone. No new messages. Great.

She turns her phone off and stares at her lockscreen for just a second too long before getting back to work on her forms.

Today, since it's her first day at the station, she's filling out the HR paperwork that the HR manager didn't get to during their meeting. Nothing too important, just...

'Next of kin:' is the next spot on the form. Bagi stares at it for a long, long while. Her parents are in Brazil. She and Tina aren't married yet. Empanada is a little girl. And her brother is-

"Oh, not you again," the uniform cop at the front desk groans. "I already told you, man, I can't do anything about the ice cream man until he actually does something."

Bagi halfway turns in her seat to see who the uniform is talking to, and she's briefly taken aback because wow. Who the fuck are these guys supposed to be?

There are two men standing in front of the front desk. One, tall, looks normal enough. Bagi can smell the wolf on him from where she is across the room, but she isn't too worried. He doesn't seem the violent type; he looks more confused than anything.

The other man looks like he's going to strangle the uniform. His clothes are wrinkled and his hair is a mess and his eyes are bloodshot. He's looking down at the uniform like he's about to tear the poor guy apart, and, what, over an ice cream man?

He smells of blood. Another daywalker, probably. What are the odds?

"Okay," he slowly says, clearly frustrated, "first off, it has done something. But we aren't here about that."

The other man chimes in with a much more welcoming expression: "Hi! He's right. We're here for the files on the deaths of those dead guys. Uh..."

He looks at the daywalker for help.

The daywalker supplies, "I'm the private detective."

Hmm.

"I know," the uniform flatly says. "I wish you weren't. Hold on, let me get them for you."

He stands and leaves for the filing room, leaving the two men alone at the front.

Bagi turns back to her papers, but she keeps listening in. Just in case. (The daywalker is giving her weird vibes, okay?)

"Do you really think this has something to do with Mariana?" the wolf quietly asks. "I mean... he isn't dead."

"Not yet," the daywalker replies, just as quiet. "If we can figure out how Dan and Luzu died, then we might be able to save Mariana and- and we'll be able to stop the killer."

He was going to say someone else. That stammer was not uncertainty.

The dead men's names ring a bell. Bagi remembers hearing about the case when she and Tina were still moving into the city. No updates on it in months, not since this Luzu guy's body was found, but this must be the private detective the police department has brought in to help.

For some reason.

Bagi really doesn't get it; how incompetent are the actual detectives in this city? (Not so incompetent now that they've hired her, but still!)

It is kind of alarming that the daywalker seems to think that the killer has kidnapped two people, but Bagi doubts they're actually being held hostage. They're probably dead, unfortunately, because this case is as cold and dead as she is. Nobody's found the bodies yet, that's all.

The wolf huffs out a breath of laughter through his nose.

"You know," he says, still quiet, "when we first met, I didn't think I'd be solving crimes with you."

"Oh? What did you think we'd be doing?"

It's teasing. Suddenly, Bagi thinks of Tina, and her chest hurts with yearning. Tina...

"Oh, you know," the wolf hums. "Hiking, camping... chilling..."

"What, we don't chill?"

"We could chill more, that's all I'm saying."

The daywalker laughs. "Fine, fine! We'll chill after this!"

"No, after this, we're going to the party."

"Yeah, for, like, ten minutes. We have work to do."

"Work isn't chilling!"

"But it's fun work!"

"What the fuck? This is a murder!"

"He might not be dead!"

Bagi rolls her eyes. Boys...

She stares down at her paper.

'Next of kin:'

"Cellbit, here you go," the uniform says as he comes back out from the file room. "Please don't come back when I'm on duty."

"Fuck you, man," the wolf sniffs. "Come on, gatinho."

They leave, still bickering, but Bagi isn't really paying attention anymore. Not really. Not at all.

Cellbit, huh? What a coincidence. Same name as her brother.

Wherever he is.

-

Or: A Breaking Dawn Interlude.

[shipboards]

Hello, welcome to shipboards! (Requests: Closed - 8)

I make moodboards, banners, lockscreens, and headers!

I don't make playlists, stimboards, or kin-specific things like cannon calls, pendulum readings, or fashion lists (you can request anything from the "do" list, those things are just out of my wheelhouse)

I do ships, platonic ships, self-inserts, OCs, crossovers, pride themes, and pretty much anything else (unless it's in my blacklist) and am also ok with more suggestive themes

I don't care if you like anything in my blacklist, it's just things I'm not comfortable doing for reasons.

I'm pro-ship and inclusionist, so please respect that!

I work slowly, so please be patient!

If you want to know the thought process behind any edit/board/picture feel free to ask.

Blacklist/whitelist under cut, they're a work in progress though.

My Etsy shop

Blacklist:

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Attack On Titan

Explicit stuff (artistic nudity [sculptures, paintings, etc.] or suggestive is ok)

Radqueer labels (not a can of worms I wanna open, sorry)

"Joke" labels (think Rabisexual)

Anything pregnancy related

RPF ships (just not comfy with doing it, you do you though)

Whitelist:

Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear

Pokémon

One Piece

Yu-Gi-Oh!

Archie Comics

Animal Crossing

Kraken Academy!

The Oz books

As I said, these will be added to over time.

[spacedreamon]

Can I get a stanley background pretty please??

[januscorner]

Made a lockscreen inspired by the protagonist for my book

[hazyaltcare]

An aesthetic-style lockscreen for a Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa) with themes of cherry blossoms, Hajime Hinata, Chiaki Nanami, hope, and the beach.

Mod Haze (⭐️Hailey & 🗨Davie)

[faerie-cemetery]

Made this after seeing HMC in a theater event. One of my biggest kin IDs🤍💙🤍

[catpiano]

Being in kin communities back in the day while being a self absorbed freak was fun bc everyone would talk about making their lockscreens like. Kin life s/os or ship art, or their friends and meanwhile i would straight up just always use my kintypes for it.

[aes-editz]

I am very in the mood to make edits- feel free to alongside aesthetic boards, request anime / game edits (ie agere edits, kin edits, adding flower crowns or cat ears, etc) for icons or other things, or request wallpapers/lockscreen edits !

[faoighiche]

[pm] [...] It is very hard [...] to feel my parasites die. I wish my parasites were hard to hurt. [...] Ok.

You are correct. The humans and the fae want to kill my kin. I am glad my kin are smart enough to avoid trouble when I am not near. I wish the hosts were also smart enough to avoid trouble. Yes you can watch me herd the hosts. The last time I herded the hosts it was not cool. It was hard to breathe because the hosts had toxic breath. I want the next time to be cool. [...] Yes I know the swirly pasta. I also like the swirly pasta. We will have the spaghetti and the swirly pasta when we watch the movies again.

My vines are pretty. Ok. You will meet my hounds soon.

[pm] [...] What did you do to my picture? I am glad that you agree that my hound is cute. [...] I should not set the picture of my hound as my phone lockscreen. I do not want the humans to see my hounds.

[pm] I'm sorry. It must be really hard to feel your parasites die. It's hard for me when people hurt the rocks and the caves, but they're harder to hurt. [...] Not right now. There actually haven't been any people at all since my dad showed up. It's lucky -- usually at least one will wander in. But I need to make sure it stays that way.

I think it'll be fun to figure it out together! I'm glad your parasites are smart. I think it would be harder for you to protect them if they weren't. Can I watch you herd them away? I think it would be really cool to see that. I like spaghetti, too. And the pasta that's all swirly. Have you had that kind?

It's new for me, too. And you won't go to Ireland.

Oh, yes, I've seen those vines. They're pretty! Do they hurt the animals they Do they Are the animals I'm sure they're really cute. I'm excited to meet them!

[new pm] [user heart reacts the picture.] Definitely cute! Is that your phone lockscreen? You should make it your phone lockscreen!