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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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i wonder if yves has a picture of us as his lockscreen wallpaper... if yes (or no), what picture would it be :0 ?

As much as Yves would love to just... plaster your face on everything he owns, he simply can't and shouldn't.

Yves didn't rise up the ranks by being nice and kind. He rose up by pushing others down. Naturally, he made an army of enemies over the years that would jump at the chance of abusing his weaknesses. It would be much safer to not expose any of his information at all, which sadly includes who he associates with regularly.

His lock screen is just a black background. His gallery contains no trace of you or him. Not even pictures that have accidental reflections of either face. All the metadata from his photos would be expunged.

He does not have any social media applications or games on his phone- not even digital maps. He has his GPS turned off at all times. Yves memorizes his all contact numbers by heart and he never gets a number wrong. His phone is just a slab he used to call or text (sometimes hack into other devices), Yves would delete his call logs, and text messages including yours after documenting all of them in their respective dossiers. When he isn't expecting any communication, his phone is always switched off. Sometimes, he would even remove the battery.

Truly crucial matters will be alerted through the pager hidden in his reliable bag.

That is why you never see him entertaining himself with his smartphone, Yves usually brings a book or a magazine with him. He's living as if he's still in the 80's. If you gave his car a shakedown, you would find atlases and a compass.

But that is just his public phone. He has a few that never leave his office. They're full of you. Videos, pictures, voice recordings, and backups of your messages. One of them is a carbon copy of your current phone, with all the same data you're holding. The other one is an old phone that you sold or lost, one of his precious artifacts of you.

His 'home' phone has pictures of your happiest moments on its lock screen and home screen. It doesn't necessarily have to be photos he took after meeting you. It could be a picture of you graduating high school, it could be a candid picture of you on a vacation trip when you were 8, it could be a picture of your reaction the moment you received your first 'adult' paycheck, it could be a photo of you trying marijuana for the first time, it could even be your baby photos if you weren't that happy in life.

However, phones that store your information aren't usually used as a phone. It just becomes precious data banks. And any evidence that he's spying on you will never be revealed, hence you will never know of its existence.

There is an exception, though. One of his phones is used to analyze what catches your eye on social media. It mirrors your screen in real time, he would record how many seconds you would linger on a post, how many times you rewatched a video, when you would do a double take, your scrolling speed and what exactly would you consume. He would connect the dots and correlate your media consumption habits to the circumstance on that day; would you scroll slower on a cold or hot day? Do you seek out food content if you're hungry or actively avoid it? Why did you rewatch that thirst trap video?

You can go through his phone if you want, but that means he gets to go through yours in return. And you're at a huge disadvantage here because you willingly give up your privacy to him while he gave you nothing. It's not like you have to, he's never on his phone and he's a recluse. What is there to discover?

You know Yves is much older than you are, he used to fuel his past cars with leaded gasoline for god's sake.

So you already expected that at some point along the way, he would comment on this generation's excessive usage of their gadgets. But that oddly never came, because your habits are a treasure trove of information. He would only deride the act if it's actively harming your health.

If you want to put his face on your lock and home screen, go ahead. He would be flattered. Profile picture? Sure. Yves would do some digital magic to make sure the wrong people never see it. As a social media post? Go ahead. Only those whom he knows wouldn't be a threat to you can perceive it.

Of course, just as any paranoid man would do, he would educate you on the dangers of releasing your information to the world. Giving you real-life examples where it could lead to horrifying results. But he would be lying if he said his heart doesn't swell at your willingness to brag about him to your friends.

Obviously, he's also stealing a copy of your lipstick-print-ridden face and printing a physical poster of it to frame in his office. He would openly display it if he obtained it by asking you, but he would hide it if he got the photo by hacking into your phone.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves

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lgcjihan-archive · 1 year

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hello! thank you everyone for the lovely welcome messages, i must sleep since i’m flying out tomorrow but will respond to everyone as soon as i get some rest! down below are some facts about jihan, along with her bio and profile. i opted out of a plots page for now, currently brainstorming unique things that can fit our muses a bit better. however, i have some small plots that i do want for her ♡ if you are interested in plotting, please give this a like and i will come to you!

BIO & PROFILE.

she grew up as the younger sibling with three older brothers, alongside both parents and their siblings as well. jihan grew up on a small farm that harvested oysters, green onions, and crabs! she is a country girl at heart and an extremely sweet girl who cares deeply about others. she was very content with living on a farm, being one of the boys, and having a carefree life talking to older adults as they all worked together.

jihan is a tomboy at heart. she never really dressed like a girl until it was time for school, wearing a skirt was part of her uniform. but any other time, you will find her wearing very baggy clothing and overalls with band t-shirts. you will never catch her wearing makeup unless it’s for a job. she was never one to really care about her appearance or anyone else’s, it was always about someone’s personality and their heart.

while she is a sweetheart who couldn’t really hurt a fly, her mouth is very reckless. she has a truckers mouth, extremely expressive with how she describes her feelings and... curses a lot. jihan will also be the person who will say things that others won’t, you know, the stuff you never want to hear but need to? yeah, you count jihan for that.

OVERALL: jihan is the softest girl you would probably meet with a very dangerous mouth/thought process. she is the caretaker of the group and will push her feelings aside to make sure her loved ones are okay. she also craves excitement, always looking for new adventures to try out, and just having fun. and while she is a social butterfly, she struggles to be alone because she depends on people’s company too much.

Mini Facts!

wearing messy buns, ponytails, and damp hair/air drying is her go to these days.

has been 7 months clean from smoking her vape! she got the addiction from her brothers. curiosity killed the cat.

her favorite color is green, seafoam green #B2D2A4, to be exact.

likes to drink black coffee every morning before she goes to class, without it she’ll be a little on the cranky side. jihan is not a morning person at all

even though jihan is a tomboy, majority of her personal items have some girlie charm to it. whether it be the lockscreen of her phone being Cinnamoroll from Sanrio, or just keychains hanging from her bags.

Small plot ideas!

A close friend who listens to the deepest confessions that flow through Jihan’s mind.

On and off exes who don’t know when enough is enough.

Breaking free from a friendship that never benefited her or the other person. A somewhat toxic relationship.

Someone, she can be her true self around, no matter how goofy she may act.

Fellow troublemaker. Jihan will faithfully follow the rules on any given day, but she does have a bit of a rebellious heart. She wants to explore the city more often.

Someone who calls her out for being too laid back and not taking training as seriously as everyone else.

#happy new year as well!#𝐎𝐎𝐂 . ˚ ◞ ♡

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dragonbornphoenix · 1 year

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Tag Game - Photos

Thank you for tagging me @andithiel. Took me some time, I'm still trying to navigate (see, make heads or tails of) this hellsite!

Show your lockscreen, the last song you listened to, the last picture you saved, and the last picture you took.

My lockscreen is one of my favorite characters ever, the witcher Eskel. The photo is from the The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt game.

The last song I listened to is When You're Evil by Voltaire, set to a flawlessly edited video of Angelus (the nasty alter ego of Angel) from Angel, one of my favorite series ever. Let me just add here Angelus is one of the absolute best villains of all time.

The last pic I saved states the following:

SCIENCE IS REAL

BLACK LIVES MATTER

NO HUMAN IS ILLEGAL

LOVE IS LOVE

WOMEN'S RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS

KINDNESS IS EVERYTHING

Every sentence is in a different color of the rainbow.

The last photo I took is a pan of galaktoboureko I made, a classic Greek dessert with a creamy semolina custard wrapped in layers of buttery phyllo and drenched in aromatic syrup. Yum!

I don't have anyone to tag, I'm new here and I only have the one friend who tagged me so if anyone wants to play go ahead!

#tag game #photo game #personal #photos #get to know me

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tsukkismoonlight · 2 years

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Hello I saw your matchups being opens and I would like to request a romantic matchup for Jujutsu Kaisen please.

I have a round face, slightly on the chubby side, tanned skin medium length brown hair with brownish hazel eyes that people do admire. I am on the short side with my height I’m 5’2, so I would like someone tall when it comes to an S/O usually. I am over 18 so yes I am an adult and I am a straight female so I would like to be match up with a male character.

My MBTI is an ISFP. I do love to go on adventures and just live life, I don’t like staying at home all day so I do tend to go out and hangout with some friends if not I hit the gym now a days or go to the mall by myself because I am a shopaholic, but when I am at home I try to keep myself busy by baking treats! But when it comes to being in a relationship I can be jealous to the point I just become clingy to my s/o.

I am told that I am naturally funny because of the dumb things I do or say but I am kind hearted and can be sassy and savage when provoked. My favourite colours consists of red, black and blue atm; fav food is sushi, I love sushi and fav animal(s) is penguins and ducks! Idk if that helps but I added random fun facts about me just in case.

Anyway thank you in advance and take your time, no rush :)

You stared at the letter, almost afraid to blink, as if it would disappear in some mysterious way just as it had appeared. Finally, you grabbed the note, and started to read…

Hey hey hey !! I feel being short on all levels, 5'3" hurts my soul, cant reach anything, eternal arm rest 😩😩 and also,, i just know that im going to be craving sushi for a week because of this lol

But, anyways !!! Here's who I'd match you with...

Nanmi Kento !!!

-okay, listen, Nanami /needs/ the type of person who would drag him out of the house because we all know that he stays home when not working

-he also needs a person who can just…help him actually live his life and feel like he's living yk ?

-which is why this works so well between you two

-i mean, how is he supposed to just…say no to you ??

-exactly, he cant.

-if you asked him to go shopping, despite the fact that this man has all of two seperate outfits, and cares little for clothes that aren't some sort of business casual, he would go

-he would try his hardest to give advice, or help you pick out whatever it is that's on your list to buy

-if you asked him to go to the park, on a hike, to a pet store, art store, doesn't matter where

-he would go

-because, when he's with you, he gets to think about things other than work

-he gets to smile and laugh, which is /not/ a typical sight that just anyone gets to see

-when he's with you, he finally gets to relax

-and i think on your end, it's nice to have someone so willing to be with you in your endeavors

-for both the days where you want to go out, or the ones where you want to stay inside

-he will try all of your baked goods, and even try to sneak some of the unfinished products (like cookie dough or something yk)

-he's someone who helps you feel secure, and safe

-and he definitely only has eyes for you, how could he not ? After all, you are probably the one person capable of helping him to feel alive, and like theres more to life than this made up schedule that he seemed to find himself on

- and he definitely doesn't mind the clingy-ness

-he likes having your attention just as much as you like giving it, he is yours and you are his, nothing else matters to Nanami

a lockscreen for u

Thank you sm for joining in on my matchup event !! I really hope you enjoy reading these !!! I also hope that you have a wonderful rest of your day or night !!!

#matchups at midnight #jujutsu kaisen match ups #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento jujutsu kaisen

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mimixis · 6 months

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The White Knight. Part 0: 02

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Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel?

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

Mischa was fourteen when her daddy first took her fishing.

Since then, he took her once a month, teaching her patience and how to handle and prepare them afterwards. After six months, this changed to a couple of times a year until she moved out.

Every time he woke her up very early on a Sunday morning, Mischa felt like she had gone back in time, and they would go to the pool together again.

Mischa was fifteen when Papa took her hunting for the first time.

They didn't hunt pigs, but wild boar.

He took her hunting nine times.

The gun in Mischa's hand became lighter after each time.

♦♦♦♦

Mischa stood stiffly at the assembly.

The new uniform wasn't as comfortable as the previous one, but Chizu seemed happy with its black color.

Mischa exchanged a look with Mito. Chizu again got hold of her father's electric razor, and her sides were shaved again. She painted her lips blood red and highlighted her eyes with black eyeliner.

Makeup was forbidden, but one could get around it like Mischa did. She applied a gel to her eyebrows, which colored them and set them in position; she applied a little mascara to her eyelashes and a colored lip balm to her lips. She looked a little better, and the teachers didn't pick on her because everything looked natural.

Chizu didn't want to look natural. Chizu wanted to express herself.

Mischa looked around the room. There, in the back, stood Chishiya. Their eyes met. The girl smiled and waved at him. Chishiya took his right hand out of his pocket and saluted her.

Maybe this year won't be so bad.

As quickly as she thought about it, her shoulders slumped. She reminded herself that she would start learning Latin this year. It will replace English. Papa said she already knew enough, and learning it at school would be sufficient repetition. Latin was eventually going to be useful to her in college.

She sighed. Although the number of hours in drawing and violin classes had dwindled, She will have more time to sleep.

Unless Papa comes up with some new activity to help her in her studies and in life,

The students dispersed to the classroom. She sat in the middle of the row by the window. The chair behind her creaked. She turned around. Chishiya was looking at her wrist.

"You're still wearing it."

"Yes," she replied with a sly smile. "I got it from my best friend. Maybe you know him? Short, dark hair, cat eyes?"

Chishiya snorted under his breath.

"I thought you were going to throw it away. You have another orca necklace around your neck now. You must adore them incredibly," he said, dragging the sounds in the last word.

Mischa touched the necklace tucked under her shirt, buttoned up to her neck. She wondered when he had noticed it. Maybe she had managed to smuggle it to one of the parties instead of the necklace her papa had picked out?

She took her phone out of her bag and showed him her lockscreen. A drawing of an orca leaping out of the clouds in the sky She unlocked it—the mane of her majestic Lucifer appeared—and showed him more files with drawings, photos, and videos of orcas.

"Does this prove my obsession?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "I love orcas, and no matter if it's a cheap item or an expensive one, I will take care of it."

Chishiya hummed and turned his head to the side to look out the window. Mischa was looking at his profile. The small nose; the delicate, full lips; and the long, dark eyelashes. He had soft facial features, almost feminine, but Mischa could bet that when he lost his baby fat, he would be a pretty boy.

A few months have passed. Mito, Chizu, Takeru, Chishiya, and Mischa became something like a bunch of friends again. They talked to each other at school, had one chat group—everyone but Chishiya contributed to it—and went out on the town together. Chishiya only went out with them once, but Mischa appreciated his efforts. Chizu and Takeru always chose loud and crowded places.

It was the middle of summer break.

Mischa had done all her homework, managed to go out—two times with friends, one with her parents—and was now home alone with Chiyoh as her parents took an extended vacation. Chiyoh helped her secure the entire room, and after two days of sketching on the ceiling, she was ready to start painting it.

She dressed in old clothes that she didn't feel sorry for when she got them dirty with paint and climbed high on a ladder. She crouched down on it. On the raised platform, she already had her paints, a jar of water, and brushes prepared. She was about to dip the brush in the paint when someone knocked on her open door. Standing in the doorway were Aunt Chi and... Chishiya?

"You have a visitor," announced Chiyoh, displeased.

"Hi, Chishiya. You didn't say you'd stop by," she said, hoping her aunt would understand that she wasn't trying to sneak a boy into the house while her parents were away. "Maybe let's go to the living room."

"There's no need for that," he interjected before she could lead him to another room. "I wanted to get away from home and sit with someone in silence. You seem busy with something, so it's a perfect combination."

Mischa blinked several times. She wondered if the boy was telling the truth or if he was simply doing what his parents required of him again. Even if he was doing the latter, Mischa couldn't be mad at him. She knew what parental expectations did to a person.

"The door stays open," said her aunt, leaving. "Give him a blanket to sit on."

Chiyoh was leaving, but Mischa knew that a long conversation awaited her later.

Mischa handed the boy the blanket, letting him decide where to sit. Chishiya looked at the drawings on the ceiling.

"This is an exaggeration," he commented. "You have a lot of mascots, gadgets, and even jewelry with these beasts. Do you also need them to shine on your ceiling at night?"

So he noticed the fluorescent paint.

"The moon and stars will glow," she pouted. "Orcas won't. And they aren't beasts! They are incredibly intelligent creatures!"

Chishiya snorted and settled with a blanket on the chair. He pulled out his phone and headphones. Apparently, the time for socialization had passed, and everyone was going to take care of themselves.

Mischa painted until late in the evening. Chishiya stayed until dinner. He asked if he could come tomorrow. The girl agreed.

The next day, he asked the same thing. She agreed.

The next day, too. She refused. Her parents were due back tomorrow.

Chishiya came anyway.

♥♥♥♥

"Shuntaro and you have become closer," Papa commented after the boy left their house.

Mischa looked out the window at the distant figure of the boy. Papa's figure hovered over her, and she felt as if she had done something wrong, although Chishiya's visits were always announced. They were usually accompanied by silence as they sat at the kotatsu in her room. They would do homework, read books, or, in Mischa's case, indulge in artistic hobbies.

Once she drew his focused on the phone face. She tore a page from her notebook and handed him the sketch as he left. He gave her an appraising look but said nothing and put the drawing in his pocket. The next day at school, she got a lollipop in the shape of an orca.

"We like the silence we offer each other. The rest of our friends are quite loud," she lied. Mito was not loud. "And I think better when he is next to me and I can compete with him."

Papa hummed under his breath. Mischa took a few steps back to stand beside him, not in front of him.

"You haven't improved your rankings yet, have you?" he asked and moved toward the drawing room. Mischa followed him. "Rivary can have a positive effect on learning and interpersonal relations."

It can affect learning and interpersonal relations positively. That is, it influences others but not her, and she should give up now because she hasn't gotten anywhere in the last couple of years.

"Play Goldberg Variations, BWV 988: Variation XXV," he said, pointing to the piano.

Mischa sat down and played.

♠♠♠♠

On the last day of the second semester, they went to the aquarium.

Mito, Chizu, Takeru, Chishiya, and her.

Chishiya had grown his hair, and Mischa couldn't take her eyes off the way the dark strands curled at the nape of his neck. She looked at them a little longer than at Chizu's beautiful curls, but she had to be forgiven. Chishiya looked phenomenal with longer hair, and that was an objective opinion.

They were walking through a dark room when Chishiya asked her.

"Who do you want to become in the future?"

"Hmm? Didn't I tell you that I was going to study psychology first and then go to medical school?"

"You did say. You didn't say, however, who you want to become in the future."

"Cetologist," she replied.

She laughed when she saw his shocked face. He smiled back.

"Then I guess you need to go into marine biology."

"You asked what I want to become in the future, not what I will become. I will become a psychiatrist like my papa. Like him and daddy, I will get into people's heads. I have my life planned until I'm thirty. And you? With you, does who you want to become and who you will become differ?"

"No," he answered, and the blue light illuminated his face. Mischa looked at the mole under his eye as he spoke. "I will become a doctor, just like my father."

"Because you want to help people?" she asked, shifting her gaze to the passing fish. "Because you want to follow in his footsteps?"

"Because I want to understand people's hearts."

A few hours later, Mischa was standing alone at the train station with Chishiya. He offered to be the one to walk her home.

It was cold. Mischa hid her face in the scarf and, with her fingertips, touched the orca keychain that Chishiya had given her on the way out.

"We aren't friends, Lecter," he said suddenly, and Mischa realized that throughout their acquaintance, he had been addressing her impersonally.

"I know, but I wish we were," she whispered.

She really wanted that. Especially since he had been giving her mixed signals throughout their acquaintance.

Chishiya no longer visited her on Christmas breaks or Sundays. He didn't allow them to stay alone in a room. This lasted until their senior year of high school.

They didn't see each other again until a few years later, at a medical conference in London.

♣♣♣♣

Mischa was eighteen when she realized that Papa had been playing a game with her for many years.

He wanted her to do something; he wanted her to become something. However, she didn't know what she was supposed to be. She looked more carefully at Daddy, wanting to see if he knew what Papa was doing.

Silly question.

Daddy always reads people's intentions without words.

And I wonder if someday you'll be by my side

And tell me that the world will end up alright

(Shawn Mendes – Wonder)

#aib chishiya #alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x oc

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justmoreocs-writing · 11 months

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While the triplets got no choice in who went where when they were younger, Eloïse always felt a little guilty about Aurélia being sent away. When her sister returns - and now she’s old enough to - Eloïse buys them all a matching piece of jewellery. Adrien gets the necklace, she gives her sister the earrings and takes the bracelet herself in the hopes that they won’t get in the way of Miraculouses. She tries to wear hers all the time, but doesn’t mind if the others don’t; simply knowing there’s that other little something that binds them is enough for her.

The girls know they can rely on each other no matter what. The time and distance between them changed things a little, however they soon fall back into the swing of being with each other. There’s still a little tension around the superhero side of things, but eventually they find a way for that to slot into an easy place as well.

The girls are the ‘sibling talk’ for each other. While some of the people Aurélia deals with might actually be terrifying to Eloïse , she still tries her best to make sure people don’t try to take advantage of her sister in any way; she knows she can look out for herself, but can’t help trying. For her part, Aurélia would probably give the talk in her superhero guise just because it might have more impact; she does well to walk the line of not admitting who she is, merely noting the person shouldn’t mess with Eloïse as she has people looking out for her.

Eloïse’s lockscreen is a picture of the siblings together that she took on their first birthday after being properly reunited. She took it on the camera she got given, setting a timer despite Nino’s offer to do it for them. Her home screen was a black cat - a nod to Plagg - but she now has an edited image of a cat and a dragon.

At least once a month the siblings try to have a day where it’s just two of them for the whole day. They do the same for being together as well, but there’s something special about spending time with just one other as well so they try to make time for it. Even when their lives are hectic, or they’ve been together all week because of school, those days are the ones they love best. On the days when it’s two of them, the other is always on hand to be hero for the day so they get that sibling bonding time.

#Repost #Made By Me #Answered Questions #Crossovers #Crossover With randomestfandoms-ocs #Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir OCs #Clever Kitty #Eloise Agreste

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