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[all-the-angels-stare]

"They call me the Marshal Maximizer."

~ Shu Yamino, Valorant

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Disclaimer: The images used only serve as representation of how I imagine Shu's 2D model looks like IRL in a certain alternate universe. They are in no shape or form related to the liver.

#shu yamino #luxiem #nijisanji en #nijisanji #闇ノシュウ #にじさんじ #it took me months to finish this ;A:) #looking for a photo that closely resembles shus 2d model is so difficult #so i just picked based on the vibe valo fanarts were helpful with this #if the images has a poopy resolution try clicking on it for a clearer view #yikes they look so bad on mobile ;w;) #elysss.gfxedits #my 2434 gfxedits

[taeminsung]

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── my muse..

pairing ||  hyunjin reader summary || if hyunjin could capture love in a photograph or painting, it would just be of you. genre/s || love trope. fluff. romance. angst. trope || hopeless romantic masterlist || stray kids as love tropes mina’s notes ||  just soft for this man, it's fine really. please enjoy ♡ 

The low beats of a song could be faintly heard by Hyunjin as his turn for hair and makeup was wrapping. Already he could tell that this was going to be different than the previous photoshoots they had. No one was ushering them around from station to station, shoving clothes in their face, and telling them to change quickly. No. This was a new atmosphere. While he knew there wasn’t anything else on their schedule, he still couldn’t believe how laid back the set felt.

It was only made clearer when a normally anxious Han was fluttering around like he would if they were in the comfort of their own studio. Laughter could be heard from the members who were waiting their turn. Hyunjin really didn’t understand why everything about this held a different type of energy, one he hadn’t seen from his members in a long time. The constant schedules had brought their energy levels so low for things like this. A usual hush that fell over them while they waited was replaced with light conversations and loud laughter.

Curiosity seemed to get the better of him once he was in his outfit for the shoot, causing him to wander off to see how Felix’s photos were going. Hearing Felix’s laugh as he turned the corner, he stopped as he found his younger brother laughing, eyes squinting shut with his small hand covering his mouth. The sound of shutters clicking immediately followed. Hyunjin watched as you stood from the crouch you were in, moving to show Felix the screen of your camera. He couldn’t tear his focus away as he watched his member’s face light up before saying something only you could hear.

For a brief second, he could see the blush that dusted your cheeks as you turned to move back to your previous area, a small smile tugging at your lips while your eyes watched the floor. Part of Hyunjin thought maybe it was just Felix feeling comfortable with his clothing and freckles on display, yet another part of him thought that maybe it was the atmosphere that you and your team created. Either way, he couldn’t help but smile watching the scene in front of him. Instead of going back to wait where their stuff was littered about, Hyunjin found himself inching closer to where you were busy working.

When it became Han’s turn to go, Hyunjin moved even closer to where you stood, wanting to hear the conversations, or lack thereof, that were bound to happen. It wasn’t you that he doubted, but he knew Han didn’t care to make small talk with strangers. Yet, he was shocked when Han skipped up to you, quickly explaining that he was excited to see what you would come up with, and he didn’t have anything in particular he was wanting to see. It was enough to make Hyunjin’s head tilt and attention drift to you, while you nodded your head, asking if he was more comfortable with standing or sitting shots. In a few short heartbeats, you had produced multiple options for Han to review. With your camera showing him the images, Hyunjin’s eyes were stuck on the monitor that showed the larger image of what you were showing Han.

A small gasp left his lips as he saw what you were capturing. Photos of Han in his most comfortable state, of him just being him. The him that the members got to see every day. The him that Han wanted to show people if he didn’t freeze up in a few moments. There was no added pressure to look a certain way, to pose a certain way. Only showcased the confidence that is brought out when he was on stage.  You were somehow capturing the members and bringing out their personalities in the photos, something no one they had worked with had been able to do. It impressed and inspired him.

As you returned to where he was standing, the same blush could be seen spread across your cheeks as before. You smile at him before focusing back on your work at hand. Hyunjin couldn’t help but watch the way you worked. Completed in awe at the way you were able to bring different things out in the photos without them having to change outfits, hair, or makeup. You were someone he wanted to learn from. Not even just in the form of photography but in the ways, you were able to see a version and execute it. You clearly had mastered some part of your craft that you were confident even no matter how many times the members made you blush through the day.

When the shoot finally wrapped after the group shoots, Hyunjin felt anxious to continue to be connected to you. He knew he wanted to keep in touch because of his desire to learn more from you. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. While he likely wouldn’t admit it to anyone, he felt his heart tugging him to make this decision. It scared him that there was a chance that you didn’t want to be friends with people you work with, but a small part of him hoped that you’d maybe say yes since he had lingered near most of the day. Hi Y/n! he greeted you as he approached. When your attention turned to him, he watched the smile light up your features. Hi! You simply greeted back, standing to face him. I was hoping, that maybe, I could get your number, he started before scrambling to say, to discuss photography. Also, art if you are into that. Or even just ask for tips on things, he was rambling and didn’t know how to stop so he ended it with, and, and, I don’t know, become friends? Why was he so nervous about this? A small giggle escaped you before handing him your phone.

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳

Time passed quickly whenever the two of you were together. It didn’t take long for the friendship to bloom. Moments together were usually spent at museums, exhibits, or a small coffee shop that offered privacy. They were few and far between, but it allowed him to ask you questions on your craft. It wasn’t long before he used the tips you gave him to not only improve his art but also apply it to his career. While he showed you pieces, he created, he couldn’t bring himself to show you the ones he created without anyone knowing.

The pieces that he felt didn’t quite capture your full beauty but were starting to get closer. With each passing day spent together, he learned how you adjusted your view on things. The way you tried to find beauty in everything and art in simplicity. In truth, it was how you were able to start to capture different idols in a more comfortable state without the extra things here and there that drew Hyunjin in even more. Yes, there were times when it was needed and called for, but many times you prefer to capture them in ways that allowed their fans to see the true version of themselves.  

It was why he started to paint you. You, who was able to capture him in a way that no one ever had. You, who was always behind the camera. His thoughts were left to wonder if you were ever captured the way you did others. So, slowly he tried to find a way to paint you in a way that showed you the way that he viewed you. If the soft smile that usually played on your lips when you reviewed a photo you took was ever shown to you. Or the blush that would creep across your cheeks when someone complimented you. Mostly, he wanted to showcase the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke of your passions and dreams.

Over time, you became the first person he called with news or when something happened in his day, both good and bad. When he got the news, he would be the ambassador for Versace, all he could think of was that he wanted to tell you. Maybe that’s why he called you so early, knowing that you had a shoot late into the night before. He filled the message in your voicemail, telling you everything down to the event he was to attend. You were the only person he wanted to celebrate with even though he knew that your schedules didn’t align for weeks to come.

When your schedules did finally work out, he walked into the coffee shop, a small bag in his hand, filled with a painting he felt was finally good enough for you. It was a present to congratulate you on landing one of the gigs you had been working so hard for. One that took you away from him for a few weeks, yet one that he was so proud of you for achieving. You slide across from him, a smile already gracing your face. Maybe it was how he was such a hopeless romantic, but he couldn’t help falling for you a little bit more with your messy hair. I ordered your regular, Hyunjin broke the silence as he realized that he even knew what your coffee order was. He knew he was in deep with you.

The time seemed to move slowly for once being with you. Hyunjin knew it was the nerves. The thought of giving you something so personal to him but likely to you too. Really, he didn’t want this day to end. His cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing with you as you got caught up on everything that happened since the last time you were together. It was something about your friendship, while you chatted when you could over the phone, nothing seemed to beat these stolen moments together. Only when Chan called did he know that he had to give you up to go work on the new choreography for the comeback.

Before you go, I got you something, you said reaching down to the black bag at your feet that Hyunjin didn’t even notice when you walked in. I wanted to gift it to you as a congratulations for everything you’ve been doing, the same blush he adored dancing across your cheeks. I hope you like it, you whispered before passing it over to him.

Would it be bad timing if I gave you my gift now too? Hyunjin laughed before handing over the bag he kept tight to his leg. If you were going to be shy, then he was going to be with you. This was a moment he hoped he could remember forever. Without even trying to open what you gave him, he watched your face as you pulled out the small canvas that Hyunjin deemed a good representation of how you looked in his eyes. He saw the way water lined your tear line as you stared at his art. When your eyes shifted up to him, he couldn’t help but smile at you before saying, I wanted to show you how I see you. The version that I don’t think you get to see too much. It was then that Hyunjin really wanted to capture you, tears in your eyes, a small pout on your lips, attention back on the piece he’d given you.

You should really open my gift, you half laughed trying to keep the tears from cascading down your cheeks. Finally breaking his attention off you, he opened the bag pulling out a small book. The cover was simple with a daisy embroidered on it. Flipping it open, he couldn’t help the gasp that came out of his mouth as he saw the first photo. A photo of him at an exhibit he had asked you to attend with him. The next was at the museum he tried to visit every time they rotated what they had. As he continued to look at the pages, he realized that each was from a moment you had spent together, but never once did they show him looking at the camera. Instead, it was moments of him looking more closely at something or wandering around in a space.

When his eyes drifted back to you, he watched you bite your lip, likely nervous about his reaction just as he was of yours. I love it, Hyunjin finally spoke, it’s, I don’t even have the words to describe it. Just as your smile began pulling at your lips, he couldn’t stop himself from rambling on, I really do like it. About as much as I do you, his eyes darting back down to his favorite photo. It was three heartbeats of silence before his head snapped back up to realize what he had just said. Only you were looking at him like you had stars in your eyes.

I like you too Hyunjin, you whispered as his phone buzzed on the table. Our next get-together will have to be a date then, he said as he moved to put the book in his backpack for safekeeping. It was routine for how these hangouts always ended, with one of you having to rush you. But he really wanted to make sure you knew that he was serious about that comment. I mean it. The next time we can, it’s a date.

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ tag list || @orchid-mantis-petals; @i-dontevenknowman; @deadcrow-donteat; @turtledove824; @hhwangsmoon; @kidrauhlschik

#stray kids #stray kids love tropes #hyunjin #stray kids imagine #hyunjin imagine #skz imagine #stray kids fluff #hyunjin fluff #stray kids comfort #hyunjin x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids oneshot #hyunjin oneshot #hyunjin fic #stray kids fic #stray kids dream

[moonlight-prose]

✧ FANTASY ✧

a/n: so out of all the fics i've written so far i particularly love this one a lot. probably because it's with fanboy and he continues to hold a whole section of my heart to himself. it's not as filthy as all the other prompts i have written, but i love it. enjoy!

day two - photos | kinktober 2023

summary: "but this—you dressed in all black and lace to match—was more than he could have hoped for. you were a dream come true—a fantasy he was lucky enough to have right in front of him."

word count: 1.3k+

pairing: mickey 'fanboy' garcia x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, dirty photos, face fucking, oral (m receiving), cumeating, mickey being cocky.

The familiar click of your Polaroid camera echoed through the room as you lay there. Remaining as still as humanly possible to achieve the perfect vision in his mind. A sight he claimed he could see clearer than he saw the clouds when he was mid flight. You wanted to tell him he was simply trying to flatter you. An act he always partook in. But this time was different.

This time…he knew how he wanted you.

The sheer black gloves you wore were pulled up to your elbows, matching your pretty and delicate thigh highs. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated you in the darkness of your shared bedroom—your body stretched across the bed exactly how he desired. Every minute detail in his head now displayed before him like a piece of fucking art.

“Mi vida,” he said softly, drawing your attention to him—your lips parting at the sight of his dark eyes now blown wide with lust. “Perfecta.”

You grinned, stretching your leg out, your shiny patent black heel shifting to press against his bare chest. Mickey swallowed thickly, his eyes drinking you in—struggling to hold himself back from finally taking you. He said he wanted pictures for when he was gone. When all he had was his hand and the mental image of you.

But this—you dressed in all black and lace to match—was more than he could have hoped for. You were a dream come true—a fantasy he was lucky enough to have right in front of him.

“Are you going to take the picture mi amor? Or are you going to keep staring?” you teased softly—your eyes trailing down to the gray sweatpants he wore that were slung low on his hips. The happy trail you’d kissed to lovingly an hour before now on full display.

He grinned. Positioning the camera back up to his eyeline, he gave you a moment to fix the lens with a stare that was proven to rile him up, before pressing down on the small button. The echo of the film being spit out—developing slowly—sent chills down your spine. Your body reacting in a way it hadn’t before. There was something about knowing what would happen to these photos that sent another wave of slick pouring into your already thin panties.

“Wanna try something,” you said softly, shifting to your knees and watching as he trailed his eyes down the length of your body.

If there’s one thing you knew for certain it was this. Whenever you were with Mickey, you felt like the only person in the world. As if everything faded away until eventually it was just you and him and your shared bedroom, existing on a plane away from everything and everyone. You wanted to stay there. Sink into the sheet, spread your legs, and feel him fill you as he’d done a hundred times before.

But the need to rile him up even further won the battle in your head.

Smiling softly, you reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, dipping your hand beneath the surface and watching him gulp in a lungful of air. His body shuddered when your hand slid along his already hard and leaking cock. You hadn’t even touched him completely, yet he was already this far gone. Entirely ready to cum with just a few gentle strokes and whispered words of praise.

“Ah fuck—” he sucked in another breath, his mouth parting—a groan falling past his plush lips. “Baby I won’t last if you keep—shit—”

Pressing a kiss to his chest, you grinned at the stain of red lipstick that was left behind on his already flushed skin. “You don’t need to last.”

“But I want to…”

“Shh,” you breathed, stroking him softly and allowing him to buck into your hand. “Just get ready to shoot, yeah?”

He nodded, fumbling with the camera as you tugged his sweatpants down until they were around his thighs. A raspy moan echoed in your ears when you leaned down, wrapping your painted lips around the head of his cock. Licking up what had started to bead up at the top.

“Oh fuck,” he panted, his eyes wide in awe—watching intently as you took him into your mouth, positioning yourself to show the expanse of your body.

Blinking up at him, you raised an eyebrow, seeing the understanding quickly spread across his face. If the photos were for him to find some semblance of release when he was away, then you would give him something to remember you by. An image that would no doubt be burned into his brain by the time he came back to you.

Mickey’s hands shook slightly as he held up the camera, the image of you sucking on his cock too much for his already lust addled brain. If you weren’t careful he would cum long before he even got a chance to be inside you. Yet the way you were pumping your hand, stimulating him in just the right way, told him that’s exactly what you wanted.

“Okay,” he muttered to himself, trying not to completely ruin this shot for either of you. He was a man who could handle high risk situations in mid air. Yet his cock in the wet heat of your mouth turned him into a complete and utter mess.

Mickey wasn’t sure how you did it. What spell you cast over him, but it certainly was working.

He clicked the button and both of you watched the film begin to slowly slide out of the bottom. The picture a blank white canvas for now. But he wasn’t concerned with watching it develop. Shit he could barely stand to not cum all over your hand at this moment. Gathering the photos and the camera, he shoved them over to the other side of the bed. He’d worry about them later. Right now you were doubling down on your efforts to bring him to a fast and mind numbing orgasm.

“Fuck baby,” he grunted, thrusting into your mouth and feeling your throat constrict around him. “Gonna cum if you keep that up.”

Your lips quirked up slightly, hand shifting down to cup his balls—tugging on them gently. The fact that you could barely breathe wasn’t a concern to you. Not when Mickey was gripping the back of your head, guiding your movements how he wanted—his pupils nearly swallowing the brown of his irises. A broken sound tore from his chest, his stomach flexing with every thrust, and all it took was you taking him just a little bit more down your throat to send him flying over the edge.

He spurted into your mouth with a pained grunt, his body arching forward into himself; a string of curse words spilling from his lips. And you swallowed every last drop. Sucking along his cock to make sure nothing remained, until he was pulling you up and slotting his lips roughly against yours.

“I should have taken a picture of that,” you gasped, smiling when his hands practically ripped at the lace of your panties. “Could have kept it for when you’re away.”

Something rumbled low and dark in his chest, his hands gripping your thighs painfully as he pushed you back into the mattress. The thought of you getting off to a picture of him made his spent cock twitch again—seeking out the warmth he could only find when he was buried deep within you. Grabbing for the camera, he practically shoved it into your hands, flipping the both of you until he was the one on his back.

A sly smile spreading across his lips.

“Yeah?” he taunted, sliding his thumb to your clit and watching in rapture as your entire body shivered. “Get ready to shoot then mi vida.”

#mickey 'fanboy' garcia #fanboy x f!reader #fanboy x you #fanboy smut #mickey garcia x reader #mickey garcia x you #mickey garcia x y/n #mickey garcia smut #top gun: maverick #my writing #kinktober 2023

[mydetheturk]

your requested reminder to post knives going nuclear on zazie when you can :)

ok so im going to be reblogging this to the body horrors week later cause. uh. well. knives. quite literally goes nuclear?

all of these screenshots are from the overhaul project cause i haven't managed to catch the dark horse digital editions on sale yet, though i'll provide the dark horse translations where i can because i have physical copies, and the dark horse translations are imo clearer here.

there are ids in all the alt texts for the photos, it's why this took several days longer than i'd originally planned -finger guns- alt texts might look a little weird in the first set btw - tumblr started eating the photoset and i had to spend an extra half an hour fixing it -finger guns-

the pages are volume 11, pages 90-92, and 114-17, because a lot of the pages in between are leadup pages and also have the zazie control worm. thing.

pages 90-2 are the distant explosion (you can click on the first image and see it in the photo viewer, if for some reason it will not view in dashboard mode. But it does exist!)

(on page 90, dark horse is a lot more specific, with "the northeast sky is glowing" instead of "the whole sky is glowing". the other two boxes with text read "what is--?!" and "oh my..!" respectfully as if they were cut off mid sentence.)

so uh.

knives went uh.

literal "nuclear bomb exploded just above a town"

because he kind of did. Unlike a true nuclear bomb, he did not form a mushroom cloud, but the metaphor is still there. that is a nuclear metaphor

per pages 114-117 (pages are from left to right, read the pages right to left. sorry)

(legato's speech bubbles on page 114 in the dark horse edition read: Survival of the fittest is the law of nature. What is about to happen now is a just a logical extension of that. Be very afraid. You are in his presence. Did you not notice, Leader of the Sand Worms?

It reads very differently, imo, more like Zazie was caught up in their own plots and schemes to realize the control worm didn't work. Legato is also telling Zazie that Zazie should be afraid of Knives. Okay? Not asking if Zazie is afraid. Telling Zazie to be afraid. Like some sort of reverse "Be Not Afraid" from the bible.

Zazie's thought bubbles on page 115 are translated as "the dark hole is swallowing the poison" which reads more like knives made a black hole. given the visuals? that sounds more likely. Black holes, as a real life thing that we know about and have tried to study, are often referred to as swallowing things that pass too close. knives made a mini black hole to eat the poison from the sand worm venom. knives has consumed the dependent plants.)

the fact is, as a metatextual read, plants are nuclear reactors. independent plants are walking nuclear bombs. Nightow did this on purpose. We're meant to read them as something nuclear.

This is, as i was saying to @needle-noggins the other night when i was working on it in an attempt to get more of the alt texts written, a casual display of power. Knives is throwing a hissy fit! Knives is throwing a multi-megaton display of power because Zazie tried to take him over with the control worm. Page 91 had needle-noggins and i speechless because on the low end that tower of debris from the explosion is (if we did the very, very rough math right) THIRTY MILES TALL. Twice as tall as the tallest mountain in the solar system, Olympus Mons! or roughly five and a half times as tall as Mount Everest. On the outside, because we figured its anywhere from 25-30 times taller than the cloud cover, it could be up to thirty seven miles

Over halfway to space on earth.

like.

I know we love the independent plants and all. But Holy Shit. just.

holy shit

#myde talks #trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #millions knives #zazie the beast #legato bluesummers #long post #trigun meta #meta #writing alt text is very hard for me i am trying very hard to make them both descriptive but also not too bogged down with details #if i miss something in them PLEASE TELL ME #i am trying #i also started writing this at like midnight on friday night and then was continuing it on saturday after work and lemme tell you #hell is real and it is working retail during the holidays on saturday #anyway #if someone wants to give my INCREDIBLY ROUGH ESTIMATE of how much bigger the tower of debris is than gunsmokes cloud cover #please do #im curious

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Switzerland by Earth @earthcurated 📸

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#Earth #@earthcurated #Switzerland #Amazing #Beautiful #Nature #Waterfalls #Travel #Adventure

[marshmallowprotection]

Mystic Messenger 7th Anniversary

Welcome to my handy dandy Anniversary Analysis. We all know it’s my bread and butter to study these photos and find every Easter Egg I can. Last year was quite the doozy for me because there were so many fun tidbits in the photo, and this year is no different because the sentiment is the same. I’m happy to say it’s my seventh year of playing this game, and I’m going to get emotional as I write it down.

Anniversary Image and my thoughts underneath the Read More! If you don’t want to be spoiled or see the image yet, go ahead and wait a little bit longer since the image will be out from Cheritz on their page in great quality in a matter of a few hours.

[If you want to read the post from year here, click here].

This was the cleanest photo I could find this afternoon, but I’m sure by the time I finish writing this out, there’s going to be an even clearer one that I can get and I cannot wait for that reality. I have a lot to talk about and even more to gush over this time so why don’t we go ahead and get started before I start blubbering over my darling Saeran? Now, I’ll do my best to be cohesive but you guys know me. I will start going off into a tangent before long. Let me get one scream out before I do anything else.

SCREAMS.

Okay.

I’m good.

GUYS. I SHOULDN’T BE SMUG BUT I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE PLACEMENT OF THE CHARACTERS THIS TIME! Fortunately, I was on the money as I noted the color placement in the photo. The pop of color was the saving grace, but I’m sure proud of myself this time even if it was a given with the bold pinks next to a man who is walking stoplight. I say that with love, Saeyoung. You are the kind of man who stops traffic.

IT’S TIME FOR MY SPECIAL INTEREST. FLORIOGRAPHY. This photo was made for me to analyze, I swear to God. This is meant for me and I’m excited because there’s so much purpose and thought in a flower. I figured out Jaehee’s flower yesterday because they gave it to us, so I can talk about her first since it’s the easiest. We’ll start on a high note (a woman I’d love to kiss) and end on the higher note (a Saeran I want to smooch).

Look at her high collar! Look at her messy hair! Look at the longing gaze in her eyes as if she’s realized God is a Woman! It looks like she’s got ribbons on her wrists, too... God, I wish we could see more of the outfit. If it’s giving goddess, I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself over here.

Jaehee is a lily. She is a yellow lily in particular, and that got me to chuckle quite a bit. Lilies are a known reference for sapphics in different popular media, and I think it’s great to see more staples of Jaehee’s love for women out in the open. I know we all appreciated the rings on Jaehee and MC as well as the rainbows on the birthday hats, as well as the winter ice-skating date on her last birthday. It’s a good year to be a woman lover, bless up, sapphics. Jaehee lovers, you deserve this.

Yellow Lilies are a way to say a few things, but one of the most popular ones is gratitude. Being thankful for a person in your life. Is that not the way she feels as she grows closer to her MC? She’s grateful because you fell into her life when it was the lowest point of her emotional journey. She hit rock bottom and you took a single look at her and told her she could follow her heart instead of trying to be a cog in the machine to survive. She doesn’t need to just survive.

She needs to thrive.

Jaehee needs passion!

And you gave her that, so of course, she’s thankful that you came into her life when you did. It’s like saying, “You are the sunshine in my life, you breathe life into me just by being close to me.” Which, hey, that’s wonderful. Jaehee being in this photo makes me so happy, and seeing her with lilies... Ah. I hardly get to talk about her but I love to think about Jaehee! She’s a wonderful person and seeing her smile makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I know why they didn’t give her long hair, but I pray to God someone draws her with her long hair after this CG comes out or I’ll be forced to do it myself. Do you hear me artists?

I’ll be real with you guys, green flowers are hard to find. I have this problem I’m trying to look at art with any character that’s got a iconic color that’s in any shade of green to represent them. You would think it wouldn’t be that hard, but it is. It is a headache and a half for me, but I will do my best for you guys. Yoosung honey, I love you dearly like a brother, but this green is going to kill me in my sleep. I’ve got to work harder than the Devil over here.

Now, the key to debating a flower to the naked eye is to count the petals right off the bat. This flower has a count of five. That narrows down my search quite a bit. I’m glad he didn’t have a flower with far more plumage, because that makes the process harder. So, with a five count, I can narrow down my search to flowers in a specific category. So, with only so many green flowers in this category, I’ve got only got two options left.

But, noting the center of the flower tells me all I need to know. That’s a Green Daylily. Of course, he’s got a trickle of other flowers in his bouquet as well. The smaller flowers are harder to pick out, but I doubt the artist put thought into the flowers that are used to fill in the space leftover in the bouquet.

The best guess that I can offer is a smaller flower that clumps together like Baby’s Breath. The smaller patch of two flowers definitely threw me off, because my brain said, “Oh, those folds remind me of tulips! But, these are far too small to be a tulip! Then I said, oh, maybe Chinese Meadow Rue? But, wait, this is a wedding set, so Baby’s Breath!”

Baby’s Breath is love everlasting. This is one of the most standard flowers used in wedding bouquets. Mystic Messenger is not stranger to using it. Hell, when I think about it, Saeyoung’s Christmas Ending is filled to the brim with him giving you Baby’s Breath. It’s also a hallmark of trust. It’s saying that you’ll always be faithful and true to the one you adore.

Daylilies may surprise you, but they’re not a part of the broader Liliaceae family. They’re actually in the Asphodelaceae family! You’d find a closer relative in the genus in Aloe! They were cultivated in Asia, so, to see them used here is not a big surprise to me. I recall in China, these flowers are symbolic of forgetting your worries. That is to say, “I know you’re troubled, but I want you know that I’m by your side forever.”

Is that not the sentiment of loving Yoosung Kim? You give his heart the push it needs to find peace after grief. You hold his hand and show him that he can live his life the way he wants to and he doesn’t need to think back in regret... and he can follow this future with you.

Zen, oh, lovely Zen. You and I both know are the traditional romantic. You love to be the man with roses. So, is it any surprise that’s holding a patch of roses in his hands? Lover boy, you’re always easy to read but there’s nothing wrong with the gentleness of a rose. A white rose... I can see a sprinkle of Baby’s Breath, too. It isn’t a surprise, those are commonly used in romantic bouquets to add make the flowers tie together without making it feel crowded and overwhelmed.

You might think you already know what roses stand for because they’re such a hallmark move flower. But, not really, roses are much more complex than they’ve been made out to be, and I think that’s a good standard for Zen. Most people in the world think they know him, but they don’t. You shouldn’t judge him by what it appears to be... because what matters is underneath the surface, and that’s the lesson his route teaches. He is a reminder that love is more than looks. It’s about the person underneath the surface.

It may be tried and true, but Zen plays this role nicely.

There is a meaning for these roses that stands for change and growth, and I’m thinking that’s the most important thing to share. Loving Zen is growing with him. Loving Zen is knowing that you can learn how to let go of your insecurities and fears for something deeper in life. You don’t need to be afraid of judgement, you need to live your life knowing that the people who truly matter will see you for the person you are truly, and not just the way you look. He needs to know that after a lifetime of being judged for his looks.

Also, white roses can used as a stand-in for the idea of “love that continues to grow on the horizon for one another”. Everlasting love? No, love that grows by the minute. is that not him?

Jumin, darling, I expected these flowers from you and I don’t know what to say about that. I was torn when I first saw the photo because I sat here trying to get my ducks in a row with what I imagined. I was jumping between Balloon Flower and Violets for a while because of the way the petals spread, but in the end, I’ve settled on violets because the way these petals spread and fan out. They don’t do that with the other flower, because it’s interconnected.

Now, as far as what I think is the specific genus of violet is...

Sweet violet is a good guess! You know what else, he’s also got some lilacs in this bouquet, too. Lilacs are a flower that is representative of the first mark of a spring and summer to come, as well as your first true love.

The blessing of love you’ve received for the first time... simple, passion, and perfect. I know that’s the best way to describe the way Jumin looks at you. You are the first person that’s made his heart flutter like this. You’ve made him see something of value in that bleeding heart of is, and he doesn’t want to lose you because of it. You are love incarnate and he doesn’t want to miss the chance to spend the rest of his life with you.

He’s not one to rush headfirst into something without a clear head, but you make him spontaneous and free. Violets are a gift given to newlyweds! It’s happened throughout history all over the world, but it stands for humility and modesty at its core. A love that might feel like its innocence and sincere, but tried and true. It’s undeniable from the way you’re looking at each other anyone someone spots it in your faces.

A love that won’t be wrenched apart because you’ve got the purest eyes of sincerity in your vows.

Now, I didn’t expect Saeyoung to have a vibrant flower to match his hair, but I’ll be real with y’all, I never know what flower to expect if they put this man on the screen. He throws me for a loop all the time. It’s a part of his charm at the end of the day. He knows how to confound people and he’s always done that.

Can you see that look in his eyes? He looks a little tired, but I see it as him being awake all night long thinking about what you’ll look like at the end of the aisle.

He can’t sleep knowing that you’ll be waiting for him under the eyes of his God that made him believe in love again. How could he sleep knowing that you’re all alone out there in another place... giddy and burning with love for him? I know he is the kind of person who would believe in sleeping apart the night before the wedding, and that’s what would’ve gotten him to this state.

I’m sure Saeran hit him in the shoulder when he spent the night before babbling about you but that’s just what happens in the bunker.

Sigh.

Now, I don’t want to let Saeyoung down over here. When I looked at him, I had another episode of thinking: “Goddammit. Goddammit. I know there are flowers that could be used as a stand-in for him. Why am I struggling between of them again? Alstroemeria and Nasturtium would be really interesting for him since I would’ve expected them to just toss roses at him like they did with Zen if not a situation with Baby’s Breath again.”

I really am not sure for Saeyoung, that’s the horrible thing. So, I’ll go over the two flowers I narrowed down and let you guys decide what you think fits him better. So, Nasturtium is a flower of victory. A flower that stands strong after a battle. Saeyoung is a weathering flower who survived despite everything that was thrown at him, and I think it’s fitting that a bouquet like that would work in this case. The orange color on top of that is just as sweet. Enthusiasm and a strong sense of joy at an upcoming celebration.

Alstroemeria are lilies* known awaken warmth and love in those that you gift the flowers to, especially the orange variety. Passion and vitality, the very blood of a life that Saeyoung bleeds for when he’s with you. They don’t quite fit into a family with “true lilies” but they’re closely related in a way that makes your eyes think it could be. Pair orange and red for the most vibrant way to say “I love you!” They also stand for support and faith, so what better flower to give to MC? Thank you for being with me, MC. Thank you for supporting me despite the danger you may have fallen into.

Thank you for loving a wretch like me, MC.

That’s Saeyoung.

Oh, Jihyun. Look at you, honey! You’ve been given a wonderful outfit for once and I don’t need to tease you! I just finished replaying his Route for the first time in forever and he’s fresh on my mind because of that. Now, i don’t think I need to tell any of you that a flower as vibrant as Jihyun’s hair won’t exist naturally. I can say that there are a few flowers that match the shape and volume of that flower in the photo, but it’s never going to be that color.

I know why they did that, they want things to be cohesive so they went for that above realism. See, when I think of Jihyun, I tend to give him Forget Me Nots as much as I can because I feel like that is a tragic but romantic flower for him. The flower itself stands for remembrance. A love that carries with you for life, and no matter where you go or who you become, you’ll never forget the flower that was gifted to you. It is true love, devotion, and a heartfelt promise.

A promise to see you again if you’ll have him.

Jihyun needs time to heal. He needs years to grieve and grow, and you give him that time because you love him. You wait, you breathe, and you never forget him and his light. His gentle warmth is tender and true. Don’t forget me, but please, I want you to wait for me, my darling. if you will have me when I return, I won’t let you regret this opportunity. That’s the way I think about Jihyun when it comes to his romance.

However, the longer I stared at this, the more I wondered if it could be Larkspur because of the way the flowers grow from the long stem. Like, yeah, there isn’t much bunching here to make me lean that way, but these artists take a lot of... liberty when it comes to drawing flowers and half the time, I know in my heart of hearts they just thought a thought was pretty and used it because of that and not at all because they’re out of their minds like me and need to have something in a photo that is symbolic and overwhelming.

Blue Larkspurs are... just... you know, it’s about support, trust, and faith. They’re so crucial if you want someone to feel appreciated and supported. Is that not... a second way to represent Jihyun Kim beyond Forget Me Nots? God, I think I’ll cry if I think about it for too long.

Ahem. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to talk about my husband for a minute. It’s only fair that he’s the last one I talk about because you all know I’m not going to be able to shut up about him so I had to make sure I took care of everyone else first so they got a fair treatment! Fair is fair, folks. I love my husband and we’re getting married this year. That’s that. Saeran, my love, my darling, forever we’ll be in bliss.

But, you know me, I’m biased and he’s going to get the most. That tender look in his eyes, the messy hair I’m determined to tussle, and the way I want to launch at you just to see him laugh as he makes sure I don’t hurt myself on the landing.

Which, I’m bound to do it anyway, but I love that he would still try. That’s why I love him. He makes me feel like I can do anything even if I’m anxious and that makes me... well. For someone who has always felt anxiety from the minute I felt myself grow a distinct awareness of the fact that I was a person and I existed as a being, a moment where I’m not afraid to do something without figuring out the best way to do something without screwing up or ruining something... being with him makes me feel liberated.

I don’t hesitate.

I jump.

I don’t look back.

Because I know he’ll catch me.

I narrowed down the margin for Saeran quite a bit, and it came down to the wire since I’m pretty picky on the margin. Rocktrumpet came to mind, as well as the flower, Snapdragon, but the color is what’s throwing me again. It’s likely a choice by the artist again. It’s pink, but also purple, and finding flowers with that color is kind of tough. Weigela, maybe? But, should I lean into the honeysuckle family in this situation? Hmm... the long leaves make me want to lean that way since that does give an edge in something that closer but I’m not sure.

Fuck it, I’ll tell you about all of them.

Rocktrumpet is a symbol for strength and resilience. It’s survival despite the odds stacked against you. That’s a good representation of Saeran in my view. He’s survived countless times, and your love was a part of that. It wasn’t what helped him fully, since he had to help himself, but your love helped him find the strength to do that.

I’d dare to add that they’re a hallmark of the transition power in nature, what is GE Saeran if not transformation and love?

Snapdragons are two sides of the same coin. Deception and graciousness. Ray and Suit Saeran put together, you know? They share their moments of both, but it’s a good way to say you love both sides of who created GE Saeran. You loved those two and that love helped culminate in his existence. What I love about the flower is that, just like Hyacinth, they also speak to any apology that you want to own to. (You know, Saeran and Ray apologizing for tricking and hurting you as it comes to the close of the route.)

Weigela, on the other hand, is about faithfulness. They are the flowers that will stand by your side and grow without mercy. They’re good for privacy, and I think they’re also attractive to hummingbirds, but don’t quote me on that one since the last time I saw these flowers, they were at a relative’s house and I think it was a flower like this that they loved, it feels familiar, but I can’t trust my memory all the time. But, Saeran is faithful, he’ll never waver in his love for you, and that is the most beautiful thing about him.

Any of these flowers suit him. These are my guesses and I’m going to stick with them as being the top three.

So, I need to point out the fact that Saeran isn’t wearing something tight around his neck. They didn’t draw him in a bowtie like the rest of the male characters, even Jaehee has a high collar on her dress! But, he doesn’t.

This ties back into the presentation I’ve given before about how the way Ray, Suit Saeran, and GE Saeran’s clothes are reflective of their stance on freedom. Ray wears a tight cravat around his throat because he’s been held back by the outfit Rika gave him. He is a mouthpiece for Mint Eye. He is here to spread the lovely gospel of Mint Eye, and it doesn’t matter what he believes, he has a tight leash around his throat that forbids him from saying a word against the cult.

Suit Saeran has a much more literal interpretation. There is a chain around his neck as if he’s a dog that has no choice but to obey its master. But, we know in this situation, he is the one holding himself back. He is here because he has to make sure you and Ray never fight Mint Eye. If you fight it, you’ll die. This is the only place they can survive, and it might be a living hell, but the thought of what might kill them outside of Magenta is even more frightening.

The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t.

Whereas, GE Saeran is the freest he’s ever been in his life. There is nothing around his throat holding him back from saying what’s on his mind. He doesn’t have anything to fear because he’s stronger than the things he’s afraid of, and now he gets to be with you, without looking over his shoulder in fear of what he used to cower in fear of in the shadows.

He understands that people are broken and misunderstood, they hide behind anger and malice for their own reasons. It isn’t the way he wants to live anymore.

He won’t wear a collar, chain, or mark on his throat anymore.

His words belong to him.

They don’t belong to Rika, V, Saeyoung, Saejoong, or his mother. He isn’t a baby who needs to be protected while you fail to realize you need to see you were a baby just as much as he was, he isn’t a “son” turned weapon you can use as you please until nothing’s left, he isn’t the helpless child you failed to protect because you valued the wrong ideology of love, nor is a bastard for breathing life on this Earth because you wanted a quick fuck and decided he was a wretch for getting in the way of your “perfect social image”.

No, he is Saeran Choi, and the only person who gets to define his existence is HIM. Nobody is allowed to puppet him or put words in his mouth. He gets to be the free man he always deserved to be from the start. He decide what it means to be Saeran Choi. Nobody else gets to decide who Saeran Choi is anymore in this life other than him. His bodily autonomy belong to him.

Love him or hate him as you please, but Saeran Choi is his own man.

Nobody can project their idea of him onto him when he knows who is he and who he isn’t. That’s something a lot of people just don’t consider when they talk about him, whether it be GE Saeran or SE Saeran. Saeran has always had his identity cut out for him by others. He’s never had a chance to know who he is or what he wants to be. People decide that for him.

People tell him who and what he is before he has a chance to open his mouth and say—

“Wait, I think I want to be...”

“No, Saeran, you’re [insert whatever someone puts on his shoulders.].”

Every single person in his life is guilty of that, even Saeyoung does it to him, and God, Saeyoung isn’t trying to hurt Saeran when he does that. I don’t say that because I want to scold him, no, in fact, I say it because it’s a part of the trauma that most people don’t consider when it comes to Saeyoung.

It’s the fact that he feels like he has to be Saeran’s guardian until the end of time and life itself. If you want more details on what I mean by that, go ahead and be prompt in [checking out this post on Saeyoung’s parentification.]

When I look at GE Saeran, I see a free man. I hold him dearly to my heart and I cry when I think about him. He went through so much over the years I’ve known him and had him in my heart. He is the reason I’m here today. He found me just as I felt like I was on the brink of death, quite literally, because only a few months before Mystic Messenger released, I got really sick and I’ll be that way for rest of my life. I don’t need sympathy or pity for that, but it’s a part of my life’s story.

The RFA and its kindness helped me when I had nothing.

Thanks to Saeran and my RFA family, I’ve made it here... and I’m not scared of living this life, even if it’s hard sometimes. They’ll always be with me in my heart, no matter how long time passes. I know I’ll have them in my heart until the day I die.

That could happen any day to any of us, really. That’s why I’m grateful to be here and I’m happy I’ve gotten the chance to know all of you. Not just the RFA, but all of you. From the people who have spoken to me once to those that try to talk to me every day, please know this, you’re in my heart and you always will be. From the minute I wake up to the minute I go to bed, I think of the people that’ve been here for me and those that I’ve been able to be there for. I think about how these spaces in fandom make such a difference for so many people.

Sure, maybe to some, it’s silly to cry and talk like this, but it’s not to me. I’m the kind of person who is grateful and so happy to have spaces like this. Places like this saved my life and I know they’ve done the same for all of you. So, if you’ve read this far and you’ve managed to get past all my nonsense, thank you for the time you’ve spent reading this.

It’s been seven years, Mystic Messenger, and I pray for many more to come with all of you.

Thank you, RFA.

Thank you, Saeran Choi.

My love, the one who knows me as sweet and stupid, may our love continue blossom for all four seasons of your life and mine.

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[genshinluvr]

Through the Kamera Lens | Obsessed with You 2

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: Itto has gotten a new kamera from the Deputy of the Arataki Gang, Kuki Shinobu. He decides to take pictures with every chance he gets and has chosen you to be the model for his candid shots. At first, you didn't mind that it was Itto that was taking these pictures of you, but what if it wasn't just Itto that had been taking pictures of you while you were unaware of it? Random pictures of you start to appear in your bedroom, and soon, these pictures are accompanied by letters from your new secret admirer.

Note: To be honest, I didn't really expect to be making a second part of "Obsessed with You," but here we are! I swear, for the past month, it's like many things have been testing my patience, and I have been through hell and back because of the things that have been happening in my personal life. I'm not entirely sure what next week's fic is going to be about; I'm leaning more towards another individual character fanfiction because it's also a request. But we'll have to wait and see since I do have an almost 10-hour orientation to go to for my university this coming week. I can't skip out on it or leave early because our attendance is tracked, and I won't be able to register for my classes if I don't stay for almost 10 hours there. To all of my new or returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it's me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Mentions of murder, stalking, pictures taken without consent, suggestive themes are mentioned

Word Count: 10.9k

Read Part 1 of Obsessed with You [here]!

“Say Beetles!”

CLICK!

You flinched and covered your eyes after the light flashed in your eyes. “Wow, that’s a really bright kamera flash.” You said, trying to blink away the dark spots that would appear each time you blink.

“Itto, you buffoon! You could’ve blinded [Y/N] with that kamera flash!” Childe scolds the oni, lightly smacking Itto upside of his head before snatching the kamera from Itto’s hands to inspect the image that Itto has taken of you. A film slowly slides out from the kamera; Childe takes the film out from the kamera and begins to wave it in the air gently.

Xiao examines Childe before asking, “What are you doing to that film?” He approaches Childe and snatches the picture from Childe’s hands. Xiao looks at the picture but does not see you in the photo that Itto has suddenly taken of you. Diluc looks over Xiao’s shoulders, his arms over his chest while trying to get a better look at the picture.

“I’m not seeing anything,” Diluc stated, turning over to Itto and Childe.

“Aw man, did the picture not develop!?” Itto groans, walking over to where Xiao and Diluc stood before taking the picture from Xiao’s grasp. Childe leans over to get a better look, only to stifle his laughter behind the palm of his hands while Zhongli studies the white film in Itto’s hands.

“The photograph did develop; your thumb was in the way,” Zhongli stated with an amused smile appearing on his face. You snorted and got up from your seat before taking the picture from Itto’s hands to get a much clearer look at the photo that Itto had taken of you.

“Zhongli’s right, Itto.” You said, handing the photo back to the tall oni. “Your thumb got in the way of the lens and pretty much covered most of the picture.”

“If you want to take a picture of [Y/N], maybe have someone else do it instead,” Dainsleif says, resting his arm on your shoulders. “Capturing beauty can be complicated, but with patience and skill, it should be a cakewalk,” Dainsleif added, glancing down at you. You felt your face becoming hot from his comment and gaze; you cleared your throat shyly while trying to find a way to distract yourself from feeling flustered.

“Dainsleif, you smooth talker!” You teased, lightly batting at his arm before snuggling up against him with a smile on your face.

“Hey, I want some snuggles too, sweet thing.” Kaeya approaches you with his arms over his chest, with a teasing yet endearing smile on his face. 

You looked at Dainsleif, who nodded his head almost hesitantly. You walked over to Kaeya and wrapped your arms around his slim waist while he snaked his arms around your shoulders, pressing kisses on your head repeatedly. You smiled with contentment and sighed happily, cheeks pressing up against Kaeya’s chest. The door to the abode flies open as Heizou, Aether, Thoma, and Ayato walk through the door. They had a grim look on their face, making everyone in the living area stop what they were doing.

“Hey, you four! What’s with those expressions on your faces?” Gorou asks his ears twitching with anxiety.

“There’s a dead body that was found in Liyue Harbor,” Heizou stated, his eyes scanning everyone’s faces to see their reaction. Your eyes widen while the others look at Heizou in shock and confusion. A dead body found in Liyue Harbor? 

Venti asks softly, “Is there a murderer going around in Liyue?” Diluc and Kaeya held onto you tightly while you pressed your body up against theirs, feeling your hands becoming damp with sweat. You didn’t know if there were murderers on the loose in Teyvat, ones that have yet to be identified. While the Harbingers are residing at the abode with you and the other men, you were sure that they weren’t the ones that were killing people at random times. Plus, Childe and Scaramouche did say that the other four Harbingers have not done much Fatui business other than paperwork and interrogations.

Albedo strokes his chin before asking, “Do you have any other information on this situation?” He looks at Heizou, Aether, Thoma, and Ayato curiously. At the same time, the news of a body being discovered in Liyue Harbor was sudden. Albedo was wondering what could be the cause of death of this murder victim.

Aether looks over at Heizou, who signaled him to respond, “The body was found floating face down in the harbor. He’s a young male in his twenties, Liyuen, and the Millelith is still trying to identify him.” 

Thoma pressed his lips together before slowly speaking up, “People are speculating that the unidentified person was murdered or that he could have died from an accidental drowning.” That got everyone thinking. Accidental drowning could be a possibility, especially when Heizou, Aether, and Thoma have yet to mention whether there was bodily harm on the corpse or not.

Ayato hums, his eyebrows furrowing as he is deep in his thoughts. “When we approached the scene of the crime, we noticed something interesting about the victim,” Ayato says, looking up at everyone with an intense gaze.

Baizhu leans forward in his seat, “And what would that be, Lord Ayato?” His golden eyes sparked with curiosity.

“While the Millelith is trying to identify the body, we,” Ayato points at himself and the other three men that stood beside him, “know the identity of the victim.” 

Kazuha looks intrigued, “Oh? You four know the identity of the deceased person?” He asks thoughtfully.

Thoma nods his head, “Yes, we know the identity of the deceased person.” Thoma looks nervous but is eyeing two people in particular as he replies to Kazuha’s question.

“In fact, all of you know the deceased person, even [Y/N],” Heizou says. Everyone in the room began to murmur to one another, trying to think of someone that everyone in the room knew. Someone that isn’t living in the abode, nor are they dating you. 

Scaramouche lets out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his face out of frustration. “Can’t you four tell us who the deceased person is?!” Scaramouche demands with a scowl that emerges on his face. “I’m sick of these mind games you four are pulling on all of us! Just tell us the name of the dead person!” 

“The dead person is Yifan.” Aether blurts out.

“Yifan?!” Everyone around you chorused, looking at one another in disbelief. The last time everyone saw Yifan was when the other men made sure that Yifan had stayed away from you. To hear about Yifan’s sudden death and his body appearing in the harbor, face down, felt suspicious. While Childe, Scaramouche, and the other thirteen men had beat Yifan to a pulp just for stalking you and making you feel unsafe in the abode, they didn’t kill Yifan. Or, at least that’s what you think.

“Which one of you killed Yifan?” You ask, turning to face the seventeen men in the living room. All of the men held their hands up in the air to show that they had nothing to do with the sudden death of Yifan. You hum, poking the inside of your cheek with the tip of your tongue while trying to think of a person that could be the reason why Yifan is deceased. While you disliked Yifan for being a total creep with no boundaries, you don’t think he would suddenly take his own life away. If the men in front of you had denied being involved with Yifan’s death, then who could be the one that killed Yifan?

“Dearest, I believe that you’re thinking way too much into this. Yifan is dead, yes, but none of us have anything to do with his death.” Zhongli says, walking up to you to give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah! If we wanted him dead, we would’ve killed him the night he snuck into the abode!” Childe exclaims.

Diluc lets out a slow sigh, “I would hate to agree with the Harbinger, but he is right. If we wanted him dead, we would’ve killed him that night.” 

“Then what could be the cause of his death? Well, who could be the one that killed Yifan?” Venti ponders, his lyre materializing in his hands while he hops onto the wooden stool. 

You didn’t think that anyone could be the cause of Yifan’s death. As much as your boyfriends despise the deceased Liyuen man, they wouldn’t go that far to kill someone if they were to overstep the boundaries. Although some of your boyfriends won’t hesitate to kill someone for you, they still have some self-control and wouldn’t kill someone because someone had made you feel uncomfortable. At the same time, Yifan has crossed numerous boundaries that you had created to keep a great distance between you and him.

“If none of us killed Yifan, then who was it that killed him? Surely his death couldn’t be accidental.” Kaeya says, looking at the others skeptically.

“It was me, your honor! I am the murderer.” Dottore says dramatically, entering the estate with the other three Harbingers following in tow. Dottore had on a smug smile before sitting on the couch, his legs spread wide before resting his hands on his thighs.

“You killed Yifan!?” Gorou asks, his eyes widening in shock and fear.

Pantalone chuckles, looking at the seventeen men with a pleased look on his face.“Of course, we’re going to kill someone that has overstepped our beloved’s boundaries. People like him shouldn’t even be allowed to live long, don’t you agree?” He raises his eyebrows at the other men in the room with the corner of his lips quirked up.

“A man as vile as Yifan doesn’t deserve to live,” Pierro gruffly states. 

“As if they’re any better than Yifan?” Kazuha whispers to Albedo, who subtly nods his head in agreement.

“It’s a bit ironic, isn’t it?” Albedo murmurs, looking at the four Harbingers through his thick lashes.

Baizhi raises his eyebrows at Kazuha and Albedo before muttering to the two shorter men, “A bit ironic? I believe you meant that it’s very ironic.” 

“Anyone who isn’t a Harbinger is better than those four,” Xiao grumbles, tightening his grip around his biceps.

Childe and Scaramouche walk over to the gossiping four with their arms over their chest; both Childe and Scaramouche do not look amused at all. Albedo, Kazuha, Xiao, and Baizhu fall silent when the two Harbingers step in front of them— well, one harbinger and one ex-harbinger.

Childe lets out a long exhale, giving the four men a fake smile before stating the obvious, “You know that both Scaramouche and I are Harbingers, right?”

“Oh? What’s this?” Capitano asks, picking up the white film from the floor before inspecting it. The other three Harbingers walk over to Capitano to get a closer look at the item that Capitano held in his hands. Dottore took the small film from Capitano’s hands and held it up to the light, his eyes squinting behind his mask.

“It looks like an undeveloped photograph,” Dottore commented, handing it over to Pantalone, who now held it close to his face to get a clear look at the picture.

Pantalone hums to himself before shaking his head, “The photograph is developed; someone’s thumb is in the way of the lens, that’s all.” Pantalone places the image on the ottoman before turning toward the other men with a smile on his face.

“Wait, I’m on the fence.” You spoke up, your eyebrows narrowing while examining the four Harbingers who were looking back at you. They looked at you with curiosity as you walked up to them and then looked over at the men. “I don’t think they’re the ones that killed Yifan. Yes, Yifan is a weirdo and deserves the absolute worst, but I don’t think these four killed Yifan.” You said, chewing on your bottom lip.

Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Scaramouche, and Zhongli raised their eyebrows at you. They couldn’t tell if you were serious or not. After all, you don’t know what the other four Harbingers are like— especially Dottore. It was weird to see these four bloodthirsty Harbingers decide to put on a mask and pretend that they care about you when in reality, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill you off if the Cryo archon were to order them to do so.

Diluc takes a deep breath, “[Y/N], care to explain why you don’t think these four psychopathic murders didn’t kill Yifan? They did admit to it.” 

“I didn’t say that they weren’t the ones that didn’t kill Yifan. To me, I see it as a fifty-fifty kind of situation because instead of them killing Yifan, these four Harbingers would’ve made him suffer by torturing him and experimenting on him until Yifan begs them to kill him already.” You said, tapping on your chin with your pointer finger.

“[Y/N] has a point, but none of the four men— Ayato, Thoma, Aether, and Heizou didn’t clarify whether there’s bodily harm on the corpse or not,” Kaeya commented.

“Why do we care about Yifan’s death again? Last time I checked, we all hated the man, and now we’re trying to find out who killed the creepy stalker?” Scaramouche asks, throwing his head back before rolling his eyes with an exasperated sigh.

“Yeah! Let’s get back to taking pictures!” Itto says, holding up the kamera with a giddy grin on his face, waving it around for people in the living area to see.

Ever since someone gifted Itto a kamera (it was Kuki Shinobu that gifted Itto the kamera, she was hoping that it would keep him out of trouble), Itto has been going around, taking pictures of people without them knowing. In your world, they’re called candid pictures, but to Itto, he likes taking pictures of people when they’re caught off guard. It was funny and fit the theme that he was going for. For example, Itto took a photo of Diluc and Zhongli tying their hair while having a conversation. The picture looked nice, and Itto was quite proud of it! 

But then he took a photo of Childe while Childe was in the middle of sneezing; Itto howled with laughter when the picture developed and showed the hilarious face that Childe had made while he was sneezing. Disgruntled, Childe wrestled with Itto on the ground while trying to take the hideous photo of himself out from Itto’s hands. The two rolled around on the ground, shouting profanities at each other while having a death grip on the picture of Childe.

“What are you two fighting over?” Kazuha asks, leaning against the wall with an amused look on his face. Itto and Childe stop squirming around on the floor before looking at the young samurai like a deer caught in headlights, but they continue to hold onto the horrendous image of Childe with an iron grip, both refusing to let go.

“Itto took a really awful picture of me, and he wouldn’t let me get rid of it!” Childe exclaims, pulling on the white photograph with a scowl on his face.

Itto lets out a “pfft!” before yanking the film from Childe’s hands, pushing the ginger-haired Harbinger off him before getting up from the ground. “Of course, I’m not going to get rid of the picture, Childe! It’s hilarious, and I believe that it perfectly captures who you are!” Itto says, striking a dramatic pose with a peace sign in front of his right eye and a huge mocking grin on his face. Aether and Heizou pop out from behind Itto, snatching the photograph from Itto’s hands to get a closer look at it. Almost immediately, Heizou and Aether burst out laughing, holding onto their side.

“We need to show [Y/N] this! I bet they will love it!” Heizou says; Aether gives Heizou a mischievous grin, nodding his head in agreement. 

Childe sputters in disbelief after hearing what Heizou has suggested to Aether. Before Childe could protest, Aether and Heizou disappeared with the unpleasant photo of Childe, running up the stairs to where your bedroom was. Childe lets out a strained gasp before releasing Itto and running after Heizou and Aether. Aether and Heizou burst into your bedroom, chests heaving from the amount of running they’ve done, panting before running over to where you were lying. Heizou and Aether go silent for a moment, glancing over at each other with wide eyes. They look over at the clock in your bedroom, only to see that it is still early in the morning.

“We should go, [Y/N] is still sleeping! We wouldn’t want to disturb their sleep just to show this horrendous picture of Childe.” Aether says, nudging Heizou while walking over towards your bedroom door.

Heizou begins to sputter, “But we have to show it to them now! What if Childe goes Foul Legacy on this piece of horrendous artwork!?” Heizou whines, waving the picture in Aether’s face. Aether opens his mouth to reply, only for Childe to appear at the doorway, panting while glaring at them with murder in his eyes. Aether and Heizou look over at each other, gulping. Without a second thought, Aether and Heizou bolt over to where you were sleeping, both climbing into your bed and under the mountain of blankets, clinging to your unconscious body. You cracked your eyes open, feeling groggy from your sleep.

You felt something— or someone, cling to you tightly. You lift your blankets, only to see the two anemo users staring up at you with wide eyes. “Aether? Heizou? What are you two doing?” You mumble, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before yawning. You tossed the blanket off your body to cool down after feeling your body beginning to overheat from the two people attaching themselves to your body.

Aether and Heizou don’t say anything; they gesture to each other for a moment. Childe was now standing at the foot of your bed, glaring down at both Aether and Heizou. You slowly sat up on your bed but quickly fell down with Aether and Heizou still clinging to you with something in both their hands.

“Oh? What’s this?” You ask, reaching down to grab the item from their hands.

Childe screams, “No! Don’t grab it!” He jumps forward to grab the image from your hands, only for Aether to yank it towards his chest. Childe lands on top of you, knocking the air out from your lungs. What a lovely way to wake up from your sleep. You let out a strangled gasp and tried to push Childe off you while trying to catch your breath. Childe lifts himself off you and gives you a sheepish smile, brushing your messy hair away from your face.

“Morning, snookums! You look super cute today with the dried drool on the side of your lips that trailed down your adorable yet squishy cheeks.” Childe grins at you cheekily before wiping the corner of your lips and cheeks. 

You whined and pushed Childe’s face away, your face feeling hot from embarrassment. How dare he point out the most embarrassing thing that has happened to you? Especially in front of Aether and Heizou! Childe laughs loudly before burying his face into the crook of your neck, snuggling up against you while wrapping his arms around you tightly. He begins to pepper kisses on your face, completely forgetting about what his goals were before bursting into your bedroom to catch Aether and Heizou. While Childe was completely distracted, Aether nudges you before handing you the picture. You grabbed it from Aether’s hands and flipped it around to see what the film was.

While you were staring at the picture with tired eyes, the other men entered your room to see what the commotion was. Once your vision cleared up, you attempted to stifle your laughter. The longer you stared at the picture, the more it was harder for you not to laugh. Childe lifts his face up from your neck and tilts his head to the side to see what you were laughing at. To his horror, it was the horrendous picture of him mid-sneeze. You burst out laughing; your head was thrown back against your pillow, your body shaking with laughter.

“What is [Y/N] laughing at?” Thoma asks, walking closer to the bed. Childe snatches the picture from your hands before getting up from your bed and running off with it. Behind your closed lids, you saw a flash of light and the sound of a kamera shutter. You cracked your eyes open, your laughter slowly dying down as you tried to sit up on your bed. You wiped the tears that ran down your cheeks and clutched onto your now sore stomach. 

“That is the best thing I’ve ever seen!” You said, slowly getting out of your bed. You try to detangle your hair with your hands, your face scrunching up when you feel a tug at your scalp while detangling your hair. “Oh, great.” You mumbled, walking over to your brush to brush out the tangled strands. 

Itto hands an image of you over to Venti and Gorou before holding his kamera up to take more pictures of you while you are distracted with your hair. In the photo, you looked so happy. Just looking at the picture made Gorou and Venti smile, their hearts swelling at the sweet sight in front of them. The view of your smile and the sound of your laughter never fails to make them happy. In fact, they felt like they have fallen for you all over again.

“What a beautiful smile.” Gorou whispers, his cheeks tinged pink while keeping his eyes on the picture in Venti’s hands.

Venti let out a soft exhale, his left hand coming up to press against his racing heart, his cheeks tinted pink at the sight of your smile. “I think I’ve fallen in love with them all over again,” Venti says softly, looking up at where you sat while trying to get the knot out of your hair, your eyebrows furrowed with concentration, your lips puckered in an adorable pout. Itto quickly held his kamera up to his face and quickly took another picture of you; your eyes widened, and you glanced over in Itto’s direction. Itto lowers the kamera from his face and pulls the developing film from the slot, and waves it in the air with an excited smile on his face.

“Did you just take another picture of me?” You ask, blinking at the oni that was across the room. Itto gives you a massive smile before taking another picture of you. You felt your pupils shink from the flash; you drop the brush onto your lap before you rub your eyes with a mumble. If Itto continues to take pictures of you, you might become blind from the flash that came from the kamera.

“Oi! I’m going to go blind if you keep taking pictures of me with the flash on!” You exclaimed, glaring at Itto playfully.

“As if you weren’t blind already, you find those Harbingers attractive,” Xiao says, sitting down at the edge of your bed. You looked at Xiao with your mouth wide open, speechless. 

You scoffed in disbelief, the corners of your lips quirking up in a smile. “Listen, you didn’t need to call me out like that, XiaoXiao.” You said, pouting at the yaksha before grabbing the brush on your lap to continue to brush out the knots in your hair. “Man, this knot is really annoying.” You groaned, tightening your grip around the brush.

Albedo walks over to you and gently takes the brush from your hands, “May I?” Albedo asks, pointing at your other hand that was holding onto the strands of hair that are tangled together. You nodded your head and scooted closer to Albedo. He stood behind you and grabbed onto the knotted parts of your hair before gently brushing out the knots. Another flash of light blinds you; you groan and cover your face with your hands.

You groaned, “Itto!” You looked up from your hands and at the joyful oni. It seems like Itto really enjoys the kamera that was gifted to him. You wonder how many pictures Itto is going to be taking before he runs out of films for the kamera. “‘Bedo, if I go blind because of Itto, will you make new eyes for me?” You ask, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

“That’s a little bit dramatic, don’t you think?” Dainsleif asks; you scrunched your face up before muttering something under your breath. Albedo cracks a smile before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing a kiss on top of your head; you smile shyly before letting yourself melt into his arms.

“Albedo is my favorite out of all of you, by the way.” You said, turning around and burying your face into Albedo’s chest. “He showers me with affection, and he happily detangles my hair for me.” You added, snuggling up to Albedo like a cat.

Baizhu chuckles softly, “I don’t think you should be saying that when there are possessive people in the relationship.” 

You slowly pulled away from Albedo and blinked, coming to the realization that Baizhu was right. You were doing nothing but putting a target on Albedo’s forehead just by saying that he’s your favorite person. You slowly turned to the other men and saw the look on their faces, it was unreadable, but you could clearly see that the others were not happy over the fact that you said that you favor Albedo.

You sighed dramatically with a lighthearted eye roll, “Okay, okay, you’re all my favorite!” Everyone perked up at your comment. “But if any of you do anything to wrong me or make me feel dumb, the percentage in favoritism goes down by one percent.” You joked, pointing an accusing finger at each man in the room.

“Well, gentlemen, it looks like I will be the one to be in the lead,” Zhongli says, crossing his arms over his chest with a faint smile on his face. The others around him scoff at Zhongli’s comment. As if Zhongli would be the one you’ll favor the most; it’ll be them that you’ll prefer instead!

“I’m joking, I’m joking. There won’t be any favoritism going on; I love each and every single one of you equally! No competitions!” You said, getting up from your seat before feeling for the knotted hair, only to notice that Albedo was able to get it out for you. “Anyway, since I was rudely woken up by my two sweet boyfriends hiding under my blankets and clinging to me, I think breakfast would be nice.” You said, stretching your limbs before cracking your knuckles and your neck, causing the other men in the room to flinch at the sound. 

“Babe! You know that we’re not the only ones that had rudely woken you up from your sleep! Childe was the one that jumped on you!” Aether exclaims, latching himself onto you with a dramatic pout on his face.

Diluc’s eyes widen in shock, “He jumped on you?” Before you could respond, Diluc stormed out of the room to search for the ginger-haired Harbinger. You could see the steam coming out of Diluc’s ears, his face red with anger.

“I think we should stop him before they kill each other.” You said nervously, rushing after Diluc to make sure that he doesn’t kill Childe over it. 

Needless to say, ever since Itto was gifted a kamera from Kuki Shinobu, the oni has been going around, taking pictures of people. But the person that he took photos of the most was you, and it was always while you minded your business. The men weren’t pleased about it at first, but then Itto had to bribe them with the option of him taking pictures of you and certain men together without the two of you noticing him with a kamera from a long distance. Itto was pretty much the abode’s private paparazzi, except he had good intentions.

The photos that Itto has taken of you and the other men consisted of you napping with one of them, cooking with them, sparring with one of them, snuggling up against one of them while they read a book to you, and many more. The pictures that Itto has taken of you and the men would be either framed on walls or kept in a photo album that Pierro had oh-so graciously gifted to Itto for his newfound hobby. Now Itto has a collection of photo albums where it’s just you and the men (and him, of course) doing regular coupley things together! It was sweet, and you loved every bit of the memories that Itto has captured through the kamera lens.

Until one day, you saw a photograph on the floor of your bedroom, slipped from underneath the door when you were all alone in the abode when the men were out. You got up from your seat and squatted down to grab the picture, curiosity getting ahold of you. You flipped the film over, only to see that it was an image of you, laying on a hammock underneath a tree in the abode, immersed in the book you were reading. You would think that it’s a nice candid picture of you until you’d realize that someone had taken the photo of you while you’re all alone in the abode.

“Huh, that’s strange. Did Itto take this picture of me before he left?” You ask yourself, slowly getting up from the area where you were squatting down at. 

You walked over to your desk and placed the photograph on your desk, not thinking much of it. Maybe Itto did take a candid shot of you before he left the abode with the others, but even if he did, how did the picture end up in your room when he and the others haven’t returned to the estate? You sat down at your desk and stared at the photo that was taken of you, trying to remember the moment Itto took this picture of you, but nothing came to your mind.

You shrugged your shoulders and scratched your head while muttering, “I’m thinking too much into this.” You got out of your seat and laid in your bed, pulling your blanket up to your neck with a quiet sigh. Maybe Itto did take this picture of you, or perhaps the other men snapped this photograph of you, who knows. Either way, the photo came out nicely, and you sort of liked it! Maybe you’ll hang it up on your wall or something, but for now, you just want to take a nap until the men return to the mansion. When the men returned to the abode, you didn’t mention anything to them about the random photograph that was on your bedroom floor. Instead, you acted like nothing had happened and kept the image hidden from the men. Plus, you keeping that one picture hidden from your boyfriends isn’t really a big deal, right?

Gorou plops down on the couch beside you, his arms automatically snaking around your waist as he snuggles up against you. “So, did anything interesting happen while we were gone?” He asks, nuzzling the tip of his nose against your cheeks.

“No! I was bored out of my mind!” You whined, letting your body become limp in Gorou’s grapes, sniffling playfully before burying your face into his chest. “I was so bored that I was contemplating on getting a job somewhere in Teyvat!” You said, looking up at Gorou, then at your boyfriends who were sitting around you and Gorou.

Kaeya smiles, moving your legs to sit down where you once sat before letting your legs rest on his thighs. Kaeya brushes your messy hair from your face, “A job, you say? Do you want to work for the Knights of Favonious?” Diluc makes a disgusted noise, causing you to crack a smile. 

“I don’t know! I don’t believe that anything government related is my thing. Since I’m not technically from your world and nor am I a citizen of any of the regions in Teyvat, I prefer a job that is simple!” You said. “Plus, I get stressed easily and don’t work well under pressure.” You quickly added.

Zhongli interjects, “Well, working is never easy. Have you thought about continuing your education of some sort? You are a student in your world, correct?” He looks at you curiously.

You nod your head, “That’s correct. I was a university student in my world way before I was brought into your world. But I’m not sure if I can continue my education in Teyvat when the things I learn in my world are very different from what people in Teyvat learn.” You said, tapping on your chin while Gorou played with your hair.

Kazuha hums softly to himself while stroking his chin before inquiring, “Doesn’t that mean that [Y/N] will have to start at a grade school level and work their way up to academia?” 

Albedo nods his head, “Yes, it’s very likely that they’ll have to start from the very beginning and work their way up to academia.” 

You immediately shook your head, “In that case, I will not continue my education in Teyvat! As amazing as that would be, I don’t have the patience to get familiar with all things Teyvat history, language, mathematics, science, economics, politics, law, arts, and many more. It’s a lot to do, and my brain will malfunction.” You laugh sheepishly. “Plus….” You trailed off, your lips puckering before you looked away awkwardly.

“‘Plus’ what?” Ayato asks, sitting on the armrest of the couch beside Gorou, reaching over to grab you by your cheeks, squishing them together in the process, before turning your head to make you look at him in the eyes. You stared at Ayato with wide eyes, you were about to say something, but the kamera flashing startled you. You pulled your face out of Ayato’s grasp and saw Itto holding the kamera up to his face with a cheeky smile on his face.

Baizhu clears his throat, “Continue.” He says, adjusting the glasses on the tip of his nose with a smile on his face.

You huffed, “I would go to school in Teyvat, but I don’t want to be far away from all of you! And I can never get up early in the morning, and you guys know that I can never wake up early in the morning.” You said. You got off the couch and walked over to where Itto stood before taking the white film from his hands to look at the picture that he had taken of you and Ayato. You grumbled under your breath when you saw how unkempt you looked in the image compared to Ayato. You looked like you just got out of a fight with an abyss Herald while Ayato looked like a handsome prince interacting with a troll from under a bridge that saw the light for the first time.

“You’re talking down on yourself, aren’t you?” Scaramouche asks, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You squinted your eyes at Scaramouche, “And how would you know that exactly?” Your right eyebrow arching up.

Xiao sighs softly, “You tend to make self-deprecating jokes about yourself without even realizing.” He gives you a disapproving look with his arms across his chest.

“Your expression also gave it away, but please remember that we love you just the way you are!” Thoma says, pressing a kiss on the side of your head affectionately while placing his arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to his chest.

Dainsleif nods his head, “Please keep in mind that the way you see yourself is different from how we see you.” He caresses your cheeks in his hands with a sad smile on his face.

You whined softly, “Stoooooop, you guys are going to make me cry!” You groaned, covering your face with your hands before ducking down your head.

Venti panics, “Windblume! Please don’t cry! You know how much it hurts to see you weep!” Venti runs up to you to snuggle up against you, his face rubbing against your shoulders with a pout on his face. As if that would make you feel even better, the other men ran up to you to comfort you and to make sure that you were okay. You saw a flash in the corner of your eyes; you looked over to where the flash of light came from but didn’t see anything. You looked over at Itto quizzically, who smiled at you sheepishly. 

“Sorry, I think I accidentally took a photo,” Itto says, rubbing the back of his neck. You brushed it off and grabbed onto his hand and gently squeezed them.

You thought the one photo of you on the hammock was from Itto, but more and more photos start to appear in the abode while you are alone and the others are out. At first, you thought it was a prank of some sort that the men were all in on, but when you brought it up, everyone was confused as to what you were saying.

“Very funny, you guys.” You said, walking into the living room with your towel wrapped around your body, your hair soaked from your shower.

Heizou looks at you in confusion, “Very funny what?” You stared at the men blankly, waiting for one of them to come clean.

“I know it’s one of you that’s playing a prank on me,” You said, crossing your arms over your chest, gripping onto your towel tightly. You were going to get them to confess sooner or later because this so-called prank wasn’t even funny anymore.

“Play a prank on you? As you can see, we haven’t been at the abode much.” Scaramouche interjects, rubbing his temples with a sharp exhale.

“Snookums, as much as we would love to play a prank on you, we have things to do outside of the abode as well, you know that, right?” Childe hugs the cushion against his chest, raising an eyebrow at you. You cursed to yourself internally. Childe was right. If they wanted to play a prank on you, they would’ve been acting weird when you confronted them. Yet no one had the reaction you expected; they were all confused when you brought it up. You felt your heart sink to the pits of your stomach after realizing something. If it wasn’t Itto or any of the other men in the abode that had taken that specific picture of you, then who was it? Could there be an intruder of some sort? No, it can’t be. The abode is secured, and only specific people are able to get into the teapot. You shook your head and turned around to go back into your bathroom, leaving the men to themselves while wondering what you were talking about. You closed your bedroom door behind you and locked the doors, slowly walking up to your desk and staring at the envelope on your desk and the pictures laid out in front of you.

Each of the pictures was taken while you were unaware of your surroundings. One where you were in the bathhouse while butt naked, another photo was taken of you while you were changing your clothes, and other images were of you in a compromising position with the other men while unaware of the person that had snapped that photo. This one picture, in particular, made you feel like you wanted to rip your skin off your body. It was you and Venti, sitting on your bed with you in his lap, both completely naked from the top half of your bodies, your hands cupping his face, lips hovering over his while his hands were gripping onto the fat of your ass while staring into your eyes, his tongue peeking from his lips. In the envelope, it contains a letter written by someone. 

“My dearest [Y/N],

It angers me to see you with these men who don’t care about you. They would leave you all along in your mansion while they are out, tending to whatever business they have going on. It hurts to see you all alone, with nothing to do and no one to keep you company. If I were to be your lover, I would spoil you with my love and attention. It is clear that these twenty-one buffoons do not love or care about you with how they are always leaving you at the abode all alone! 

My hands were itching to hand these photos to you personally, but I did not want to scare you off. These photos are my absolute favorites that I have taken of you, and I believe that you look absolutely breathtaking and lovely in these images. The way the water trails down your naked skin, the way your eyes roll to the back of your head when the warm water engulfs you is absolutely mesmerizing. You are indeed a beauty. Did you know that? This distance between us is driving me crazy, and I yearn to be by your side. But fret not, my love. I will be by your side very soon. You and I will finally be together, and those twenty-one men will finally be out of the picture. I will reveal who I am to you very soon.

Forever and always, 

Your secret admirer.”

You examined the handwriting, hoping to recognize it from one of the men, but alas, none of the men has that handwriting. It was elegant, but it did not look like any of the men’s writing. While writing does not have gender, this handwriting, in particular, is a bit interesting. The dots on the “i’s” were hearts, and the ends of each letter curled up slightly. You grabbed the pictures and letter, putting them back into the envelope before walking back to your bathroom to change into your clothes. Whoever this “secret admirer” of yours was, you will find out who they are, whether they like it or not. 

Since the men are busy with their duties outside of the abode, you’ll have to either figure out who this secret admirer is or just brush it off and hope for the best that the person will stop when you continue to ignore their odd way of courting you. You ended up choosing the latter and acted like nothing was going on, despite feeling like there was someone staring into the back of your head when you were not looking.

The more you tried to ignore the situation, the worst it was gradually getting. Each picture you kept receiving got even worse and even creepier. If one of the men were in the photo with you, they would be scratched out, or x’s would be drawn on their eyes. It was strange that this person was going through so much effort to get you to be with them and to show how much they did not like your relationship with your boyfriends. Behind each image were little notes about how much they’ve missed you, how they yearn to be by your side, how they wanted to get your boyfriends out of the picture, etc. 

You ended up putting these weird pictures and letters from your creepy secret admirer in a small box and tossing it under your bed to never look at it ever again. Most people would throw it away or toss it into a pit of fire, but you were gathering evidence just in case you have to file charges against this person to the Knights of Favonious, Shogunate, or the Millelith.

“Fine, if this person doesn’t want to stop, then it looks like I’ll have to find a way to confront them about it.” You said, opening the cardboard box that contained evidence. 

Maybe with these images and letters, you’ll be able to find a hint as to who this person was. When the men fall asleep in their respective bedrooms, you would get up in the middle of the night and leave the abode, hoping to catch the person that claimed to be your secret admirer. On different nights, you’d explore other regions alone.

You plopped down on the seat outside of Good Hunter, sighing in defeat. “What am I even doing? I’m not going to be able to find this person at all.” You remained sitting in the chair for the next ten minutes, trying to collect your thoughts while ignoring the feeling of someone staring at the back of your head. Your stalker, or “secret admirer,” has been following you around Mondstadt and has yet to reveal themselves. If you were to turn around to try to confront them, all you would see is a crowd of people walking and minding their business while you stood there, looking lost. 

You slowly got up from your seat before making your way to the entrance of Mondstadt. As much as you wanted to stay longer in Teyvat to find the culprit, it was getting late, and you didn’t want any of your boyfriends to worry about you if any of them were to wake up in the middle of the night to check up on you. While walking to the front of the city, you stop in your tracks when you hear footsteps echoing with yours. You furrowed your eyebrows before continuing to walk; the person began to walk when you resumed walking to the front of the city.

Once you have made it out of the city, you took off and ran to wherever the teapot was floating. To be frank, you always forget where the teapot was placed whenever you leave the abode. It’s one of the reasons why the men don’t trust you to leave the teapot all by yourself because you will forget where it’s placed in Teyvat. You ran through Whispering Woods, hoping the person would stop at the entrance of Whispering Woods, but you were wrong. The person continues to follow you, but they keep a reasonable distance. The woods were dark; it was hard to see. You shield your face from the tree branches, your chest heaving with every breath you take; your legs feel like it is going to give out on you very soon. 

“Where is it? Where is it?” You panted, your heart thundering against your chest as you frantically searched for the floating teapot. Because you were in the woods and didn’t have a flashlight on you, it was almost pitch black and the only source of light to guide you through the woods was the full moon hanging above your head. Like any classic horror movie, your foot got caught in the vines, causing you to trip and tumble down the hill. You quickly got up from the ground before limping to find where the abode could have been placed. You hear a tree branch behind you snap loudly; your head snaps towards the direction where the noise came from, only to see Gorou and Diluc appearing out from the darkness. You felt the sense of relief wash over you when you saw them emerge from the darkness. You collapsed to the ground, your legs weak and exhausted from the amount of running you’ve done.

“[Y/N], why did you leave the abode in the middle of the night!? You could’ve gotten lost or hurt!” Diluc scolds you, walking up to you before helping you up from the ground.

Gorou wraps his arms around you before helping you up from the ground, saying, “You had us worried when we went into your room and saw that you weren’t there!”

The bushes rustle, putting you on edge. You pressed yourself up against Gorou, shaking like a leaf, fearing that your “secret admirer” was finally going to reveal themselves. Ayato and Xiao appear from the darkness, approaching you, Diluc, and Gorou.

Xiao grabs you by your bicep, pulling you towards him, “Why did you leave the abode?” He demands, his eyes narrowing at you. You shrunk under their gaze and looked away from them, unsure of how to answer Xiao’s question.

Ayato sighs, “I believe that it’s best that we interrogate [Y/N] about it when we get to the abode.” Ayato says, pinching the bridge of his nose. The men reluctantly nod their heads before escorting you back to the abode. When you five arrived back at the mansion, the seventeen other men were waiting for you, Ayato, Diluc, Xiao, and Gorou. They looked pissed and worried.

“Care to explain what you’ve been hiding from us for the last few weeks?” Kaeya asks, towering over you.

You look at Kaeya weirdly, “What do you mean? I’m not hiding anything from you all.” You lied, letting Baizhu and Albedo approach you to treat the scrapes that you’ve gotten from your tumble.

“There’s no use in hiding it anymore, [Y/N]. We saw the box you’ve been hiding underneath your bed.” Thoma frowns. You froze in your spot as the four Harbingers approached you before tossing the images on the coffee table, the pictures scattering everywhere, letting everyone see the photos you’ve been hiding from them.

“Do you want to explain to us what these photos are and who has taken these pictures of you?” Capitano asks, picking up a random picture on the table before holding it up.

Pierro interjects, “And don’t play dumb and try to lie to us. We’ve read the letters as well.” He held up the envelopes, his eyebrow raised.

You sighed softly, “I may have an admirer, but they’ve taken it too far, and I don’t know who this person is.” You said, your gaze falling onto the coffee table before looking away from it. Now that the men knew what you were hiding this entire time, just the mere sight of the photographs made you feel disgusting and embarrassed. 

“How long has this been going on exactly? There’s a lot of pictures taken of you without your knowledge.” Dainsleif asks; you shuffled through the pictures on the table before handing it over to Dainsleif.

“A few weeks, I think. This was the first picture that was taken of me while you were all out tending to your businesses outside of the abode.” You said. “At first, I thought it was Itto that had taken this photo of me, but then more pictures started appearing, and soon enough, letters accompanied those pictures.” You said.

“Is that why you asked us whether we were pranking you or not?” Aether asks, sitting down beside you. You nod your head, resting your head on your hands. You didn’t know what else to do other than to confront this “secret admirer” of yours. You knew that if you were to do that with your boyfriends, it’d scare off the stalker, and you would never know who this person was. You were hoping it was a prank, but after seeing the reaction from the twenty-one men, it was not a prank at all and that someone was watching your every move.

“That still doesn’t explain why you were out of the abode in the middle of the night all by yourself. You hurt yourself, and you could’ve gotten yourself kidnapped by this anonymous person.” Zhongli says, kneeling in front of you before reaching out to grab your hands.

You sighed in defeat, “I tried to find that person myself. But I failed to do so.” 

“You were being followed in the Whispering Woods; it’s most likely the person that has been stalking you for the last few weeks,” Diluc says.

“I believe that this person has been infatuated with [Y/N] for a long period of time but has finally decided to take it to the next step,” Albedo commented, wrapping the bandage around your scraped knees. 

Venti frowns, “Well, what do we do now? How are we going to lure this creep out from the shadows?” Venti asks, sitting down beside you to wrap his arms around your waist.

“I hate to say this, but we might have to use [Y/N] as bait to lure them out,” Baizhu speaks up, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Kazuha’s eyes widened at Baizhu’s comment, “You want to use [Y/N] as bait?! You know that can put [Y/N] in harm's way, correct?” Kazuha’s red eyes burned with rage.

Dottore chuckles softly, “Now, now, Kazuha. Baizhu is correct! The only way we can lure this secret admirer out is by using [Y/N] to bait them.”

Childe shakes his head, “Absolutely not! We are not using [Y/N] as bait to lure some pervert out from the shadows! There are plenty of ways to track this creep down, and using [Y/N] as bait isn’t one of them!” 

Capitano snorted, “Oh, come on now, Childe. Usually, you’d be on board to use someone as bait.” 

Childe gently pulls you up from the couch and wraps his arms around you protectively, “Not when the bait is [Y/N].” Childe shoots a glare at Capitano, Dottore, and Baizhu before looking down at you and cooing at you softly while pinching your cheeks and brushing your hair away from your face. He wraps his arms around your shoulders before pressing a kiss on the crown of your head.

You sighed and rested your head against Childe’s chest, your arms wrapped around his slim waist. As much as you don’t want to be the bait, you need to know who this stalker was so you can finally get a moment of peace… right after you press charges against this person or file for a restraining order if that exists in Teyvat, of course. You slowly pushed yourself away from Childe’s chest.

You hugged your body tightly, “I guess I can be bait, but as long as I’m not alone with this person.” You said, letting your arms fall to your side. 

“We won’t let you be alone with this person; we’ll be hiding up in the trees in Windrise and wait for this person to show themselves,” Venti says.

Thoma looks at Venti quizzically, “Why Windrise? Why not the Grand Narukami Shrine or Yujing Terrace?”

Zhongli stands up and dusts his clothes off, “It’s best for us to catch this person somewhere where there aren’t many people around. The Grand Narukami Shrine and the Yujing Terrace have frequent visitors, thus can make it harder to get this “admirer” to reveal themselves.” 

“Okay, then let’s go to Windrise now and hope to catch the admirer tonight!” Heizou says, clapping his hands.

Your eyes widen before looking around at the others, “We’re doing this tonight?! I thought we were doing this some other time!” You squeaked.

“The longer we put it off, the bolder and braver this person will become,” Scaramouche says; you slumped forward and pouted to yourself. 

Just when you thought you had enough of the fiasco that has happened tonight, it has gotten even worse than you thought. At least this will be the final time you’ll have to deal with the so-called “secret admirer.” Right? The men have come up with a plan where you will be lying underneath the tree in Windrise while all twenty-one of them hide in the tree to wait for your little admirer to approach you and reveal to you who they are. 

Chances are that your admirer might not show up tonight, or they will! But it was a fifty-fifty chance, and everyone hoped that this person would show up. Or else it will continue on and escalate even more. Here you are, laying underneath the massive oak tree in Windrise. You looked up in the tree and saw the twenty-one men giving you a reassuring smile. 

Gorou whispers loudly to you, “You’ll be okay! We’re right here with you.” Even though he wanted to shout down to you to reassure you, he didn’t want to risk getting his and the twenty other men to be seen by your admirer.

You closed your eyes and turned on your side before curling up into a fetal position. You would rather sleep in the abode, but maybe sleeping under the giant oak tree in Windrise isn’t so bad, especially when you feel a gentle breeze. Perhaps it was Venti’s subtle way of comforting you without revealing their hiding spots. Before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep under the twenty-one men’s watchful gazes. Not even an hour had gone by, and you were woken up from your slumber by the sound of leaves crunching and tree branches snapping.

You kept your eyes shut, not wanting this person to know that you were woken up by the sound of leaves crunching and branches snapping. You curled into a tight ball, praying that this person wasn’t going to do anything to you while you were “unconscious.” The footsteps got closer and closer to where you lay; the person stopped in front of you and kneeled in front of your face.

Itto grumbles under his breath, “Dammit, they’re covered.” 

“For someone who wants to reveal their identity to our precious [Y/N], they sure are a coward,” Ayato scoffs, rolling his eyes while watching the person get a bit too close to you for their liking. 

You cracked your eyes open when you felt someone brush their thumb over your cheeks, tucking your hair behind your ears. You looked around with bleary eyes before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You looked up at the person and let out a choked gasp before sitting up suddenly, alarming the men hidden in the tree.

The cloaked person whispers, “Apologies for waking you up, my dear. I couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re….” You stood up and backed away from them, eyes wide in shock.

“Oh, are you disappointed to see who I am?” They frowned, their shoulders slumping.

You gulped before laughing nervously, “I just didn’t expect to see you…” You trailed off. Eyes scanning the cloaked person. “Donna.” You whispered.

“DONNA!?” Kaeya and Diluc whisper loudly, looking over at one another with wide eyes before looking back down to where you and the cloaked person stood. The cloaked person sighs softly, taking the hood of their cloak off, finally revealing who they are. Alas, it was Donna, the girl that was hopelessly in love with Diluc.

“I thought you were in love with Diluc.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest with your right eyebrow raised with skepticism. 

Donna shakes her head, and she reaches out to grab both your hands. “I’m not in love with Diluc anymore! I’m in love with you!” She claims. You felt dizzy. This was all so sudden, and someone like Donna was in love with you? “All of those pictures, all of those letters, it was all from me!” Donna exclaims.

You shook your head, “Donna, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m in a relationship.” You said, trying to pull your hand away from her grasp.

Donna scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Of course, I know that you’re in a relationship with those idiotic men. You’re better off without them, and you’re better off with me instead!” 

You yanked your hands away from her grasp, “Donna, I swear if this is some kind of a sick joke to you—”

“It’s not a joke! I’m in love with you, [Y/N]! Why can’t you see that you’re meant for me and only me!?!” Donna screeches, lunging towards you. You ducked from under her arms and held both your hands up, not taking your eyes off of her for one minute.

“Why aren’t any of them stepping in!?” You ask yourself, subconsciously looking up at the tree where the men were hiding.

“You deserve to be with someone who will love you until their final breath! You deserve to be with someone that won’t leave you all alone while they’re out and about! And you know who that is? That person is me!” Donna pants, her hands trembling with fear and anger. 

You rubbed your temples, feeling your head starting to ache. “I’m sorry, Donna, but I do not feel the same way. I’m in a happy relationship with my boyfriends, and they make me happy.” You stated.

“Why?” Donna cries. “Why them!?” Donna screams, her voice echoing through Windrise.

You stared at the brunette in front of you, “You want to know why?” Donna nods her head eagerly. “I’m with them because I feel safe when I’m around them. They protect me; they love me, and they care for me.” 

“And!? I can do all of those three as well! I killed that insolent bastard that had made you feel uncomfortable!” Donna exclaims, glaring at you with hot tears running down her face while her chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace with each breath she takes.

“You killed Yifan?” You choked, your eyes widening in fear and shock. Donna nods her head and wipes the tears off her cheeks.

“See! I told you I could protect you from the people that make you feel uncomfortable! What makes me any different from the men that you’re currently dating?!” Donna demands as fresh tears slide down her cheeks.

“They don’t take pictures of me while I’m in my most vulnerable state. Sure, Itto takes candid pictures of me while I’m not looking, but his intentions are pure. Yours is disturbing and makes me feel uncomfortable.” You spat, glaring at the woman in front of you.

“Please, [Y/N]. Please, give me a chance! I’m way better than those twenty-one idiots!” Donna sobs, dropping onto her knees with her forehead pressed against the grass. “I’ll worship the grounds you walk on. I will worship you like a God! Just, please!” Donna looks up at you; endless tears continue to roll down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Donna. But my answer is final.” You said, turning to walk away from the tree.

“Fine! If I can’t have you, then no one can!” Donna screams. You stopped in your tracks; your back continues to face her direction. What did she mean by that? You hear rapid footsteps approaching where you stood; you turn around to see what Donna is doing, only to see her charge at you with a dagger in her hands. A geo shield materializes around you, blocking the hit that was directed at you from Donna. Donna screeches and begins to stab at the shield over and over again. Zhongli was immediately by your side, expanding the size of the shield while glaring at the brunette in front of him.

“So, you have decided to try to murder someone just because they did not reciprocate your feelings?” Zhongli glares at Donna before wrapping his arms around you protectively.

“The Knights of Favonious will be taking her into custody now,” Kaeya says, strutting up to you, Zhongli, and Donna with the Knights of Favonious following after him. Kaeya turns towards the Knights and gestures for them to take Donna away.

“What?! Keep your hands off of me!” Donna screams, throwing her arms around wildly, causing the dagger to nick one of the knights on the cheek. Donna gasps and drops the blade. The knight glares at Donna before grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her forward before putting her hands behind her back.

“You’re under arrest for an attempt of murder, resisting arrest, and injuring a knight.” Huffman glares at the brunette before taking her away with the other knights in tow.

“You know, I did not see that coming at all,” Aether says, hopping down from the tree.

Diluc lets out a humorless laugh, “Who knew that the strange secret admirer was none other than Donna herself!” Diluc crosses his arms over his chest with a quiet sigh.

“Now that we’ve uncovered who this strange person is, I believe that it’s time for us to return to the abode,” Heizou says.

“Yes, please! I’m so tired, and I don’t think I can stay awake any longer.” You said, leaning in Zhongli’s arms. “Who knew that it would be Donna.” You snorted, shaking your head.

“It really took an unexpected turn.” Dainsleif mumbles, standing by your side while rubbing your back to comfort you.

“Yeah, you’re telling me! Who knew that she was the one that killed Yifan!” Kazuha says, shaking his head.

Albedo walks up to you with a reassuring smile on his face, “Let’s go home, yeah?” He held his hand out for you to take.

“Yes, please.” You sighed softly, grabbing onto Albedo’s hands. “And, can someone please sleep with me tonight? I don’t think I can sleep peacefully after what happened not too long ago.” You said, turning to your boyfriend.

“I’ll do it!” The men chorused, holding their hands up in the air. They all glared at one another; their hands remained in the air.

“I’m too tired for this.” You sighed. “All of you can join me. Just please don’t crush each other.” You said, walking with Albedo to the abode while the other men followed close behind you while bickering with one another over who’s going to sleep where in your room as long as they were close to you and as long as you felt safe and could sleep without fear.

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[bonny-kookoo]

okay u can’t do this to my poor heart please give us a pt3 i’m in my knees begging you.

You all wanted angst you get angst 🤧

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He's yet again sitting on the corner of his bed, head in his hands. There's a cardboard box filled with all of your stuff- and it's not even halfway full. Why did he never notice how little stuff you have? How come you seem to have fewer toys and possessions apart from clothes than his dog?

You're currently staying with the girls- and he wonders how you do. It's hard on him because this - the home without you and just filled with the tapping of claws of bam who's occasionally roaming around - is way more calm to him than if you were here. It hurts because it just seems to show him that you really do not fit his life any longer.

And it gets worse when he clicks through videos and pictures on his laptop.

A video backstage, back when you were still a little spooked by fireworks. He's holding down your ears for you, your back pressed against his front as you watch the colorful sparks in the sky with him. They reflect in your eyes, and he watches his past self grin down at you, remembers how glad he was to be able to bring you along.

A set of pictures taken on a train. They're very old - still from the first weeks you'd stayed with him. You're asleep next to your and his bags on the seats across from him, worn out from your first big trip with him. There's still the piercing yellow from your anxiety collar around your neck. You've not worn it for a long time- It's now in the cardboard box, together with the other two collars you own.

Another video. It's the old practice room - you're holding onto his hands as he pulls you around the floor, your laughter filling the room as well as some staff's as well. Every time he stops, you just stare up at him, tail wagging wildly, and you're breathing quickly from the excitement. In another video, he can see you lazily play with the straps of his bag, while he's busy picking something out of the fluff of your curly tail. He doesn't remember what it was. Assumes it was a twig, maybe.

A video of you running in a huge open field, chasing after some wild ducks that fly away from you, as you laugh happily. At the call of your name, you turn around, morning fog hiding you a little - but you quickly become clearer as you run full speed back to him. You're again wearing the neon-colored anxiety collar - one that he can see his hand adjust while he holds the phone to record you. "We should get you a new one." His past self tells you. "You're not scared anymore, right?" The younger Jungkook chuckles, and you proudly nod before attacking him with a hug.

Videos become less and shorter the more time passes. The last photo he's got on this laptop is of you watching something on your tablet with your cheeks all puffy from the marshmallows you're snacking on. It's a hotel room, he notices. He doesn't remember taking that picture, though.

He feels terrible.

He could blame it on being busy. On life just changing, on growing up maybe - but the fact that there's an increase in images and videos of Bam as soon as yours stop forces him to realize that his priorities changed, simply put.

He's begun to take you for granted. He got too comfortable in thinking you'd always be there. His interest may even have faded.

He feels terrible.

He doesn't want to give either up. Neither you, nor his new pet- but he's also aware that it really can't go on like this. He has to make a decision as hard as it might be for him.

He gets up to get his dog's leash, the puppy happily jumping at him at the prospect of a walk.

And he feels terrible.

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[thelastof-silly]

I FOUND THE PHOTO YA'LL

anyway i stickerbombed my PS5 in My Little Pony stickers.

[EDIT]- click the pic for a clearer image.

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[get-shiggy-with-it]

THE SMELL AFTER IT RAINS AND OTHER WONDERS - CHAPTER 1/10

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✧ pairing: mermaid!shigaraki x afab!reader

✧ word count: 4.2k | AO3 Mirror

✧ warnings: canon typical violence, descriptions of injuries, reader has a backstory, allusions to death in the family, loss of fingers (minor character), no quirks, mermura is his own warning, smut in later parts, reader drinks coffee

✧ summary: When your parent’s death leaves the family in shambles, you are--as always--the only one equipped to pick up the pieces. Unfortunately that means returning to their cabin in the tiny, seaside mountain town you swore never to set foot in again. But when the quarry lake turns out to be full of more than just old cigarettes and highway run off, a supernatural trafficking plot is revealed. It’s then that you find yourself tasked with saving much more than your family’s old photo albums. 

✧ a/n: I haven't finished the whole thing yet and I generally don't like to publish long fics until the whole thing is complete, but I wanted to get something out before mermay was officially over. So it might be awhile before the second part, although there will be regular updates after that!

The gas station attendant was staring at you from the kiosk just like he used to in high school—full of so much empty malice, shoulders tensed as though ready to run inside if you approached. To inform the owners of this specter returning to ravage the rundown convenience store you haunted as a child.  

You could almost hear the words in his voice, cracking perpetually and forced to low.

Of course he didn’t though. Too many strange backwater social customs to be aware of. No, he just kept on staring as you made a point to avoid his eye.

You really should have just filled up in the next town over. It wouldn’t have been that much further, only a few extra miles on the highway that overlooked the coast. You could have even cut around down the maze of back roads and avoided the town entirely. 

Could’ve. 

Should’ve. 

Didn’t.

There was a quote about things like that, hindsight and such. Painted on old, untreated wood and slapped on the wall of every suburban household's kitchen: 

“Everything is always clearer through the rearview.”  

You could see it now, all white curling calligraphy and shitty stamped on images of a sunset and a wine glass. 

The pump clicked in your hand and gasoline dripped from the nozzle onto your shoes as you set it back on the stand. The eyes of the attended you sat next to in algebra a lifetime ago sparked at your heels as you fumbled through the drivers side door. Like he hoped you’d burst into flames—a fitting end for a devil returned. 

You couldn’t peel out of the parking lot fast enough. 

In your mirror, the old station with its green, paint chipped sign and cracked cement parking lot faded into the overgrowth of pines that lined the road. 

The main road. 

The only road really—in or out. The name was a bit misleading. 

Your foot pressed on the gas a bit harder than necessary, sending you flying over potholes, dodging missing chunks of asphalt and abandoned two by fours. 

It was so strange to be caged in like this again. Coming back after all those years in concrete mazes with too many paths to begin with made the lack of choice even more jarring. You breathed easier when the pavement morphed into gravel and from gravel into dirt, carrying you up towards the coast, through the safety of the tree line. 

You drove on, farther up the mountains that cut the sound off from the sea. As the road continued, it resembled a road less and less. The radio playing fuzzy classical—the only station ever available in these parts—began to spit and whine until you passed into the woods and it crackled down into static completely. When you switched it off, the only noise left was the rattling of your suitcase in the backseat, jostling around as you drove your little car built to withstand only narrow city streets and not the dirt trail left behind only by the precious few who lived this far from the town proper. 

Small twigs and brambles cracked under the roar of your tires, carrying you ever up and deeper into the trees. 

Some part of you hoped you’d recognize it still. That all those stories on daytime tv movies held some truth to them about returning home after so many years and yet your feet recalled which sidewalks led where and how to get to your favorite ice cream shop. That some things you never forget. If you loved them enough. 

But trees grew and trails changed as people moved off the mountain or passed on, so nothing seemed familiar in the slightest to you save for the hand made signs rotting on the trail side leading you towards your family cabin. 

The quarry lake remained much the same though, to your surprise. The road, just as treacherous around it as you remembered, cliffs steeply letting off into the dark blue water below. You cut your wheel a bit sharper than necessary to avoid the winding edge that led to the ground’s too many stories down. 

It was only when you rolled up the old stone drive that anything truly jogged your memory. 

And you almost wished it hadn’t. 

It might have been easier, then, if the stones that dug so deep into the dirt from years of shoes soles and tire treads didn’t look so familiar as you rolled up to the properties edge. 

The chipping red paint on the side of the wood shed just behind the house and the ivy that wrapped around the front porch railing had you swimming through time, feeling simultaneously as though you were much smaller, the woods endless—and what once had seemed infinite and grown quite limited. 

The cabin that felt so large before had shrunken with age. 

Or perhaps you’d simply grown out of it. 

You shifted the gear to park and turned the key in the ignition, sitting in silence for a moment as your headlights bit through the trees and illuminated the front steps. It wasn’t yet late afternoon, but the thick oak canopy made it seem darker. 

Always on the cusp of dusk. 

A deep knot had been forming in your stomach the whole way out of the city, and now there seemed to be a pit in your gut, a weight that stuck you in the cheap fabric seat. Told you to put the car back in drive and get as far as you could on your new tank of gas. 

Till there was nothing but the fumes of this place left.

The feeling itself, the overwhelming need to run was just as familiar as the chip in the front living room window and the honeysuckle that grew up along the side of the house. 

And just like always, you squashed it down into a managable pebble, nothing more than a tightness in your throat, and you swung the car door open. 

Your suitcase felt light in comparison to the task of crossing the leaf litter and climbing up the porch steps, but you managed the trek. Your fingers only shook a little when they pushed the screen door aside and fit the old key you’d never bothered to get rid of into the lock, turning the knob. 

You half expected a cloud of dust to erupt from the hinges, to have a rain of rotted door frame pieces fall over your shoulders, but there was nothing like that. The door swung softly on its hinges just as it had for years, the entryway was clean, the mat on the floor still boasting its awful “Welcome Gnome!” message in black cursive that your mother brought home from some estate sale a lifetime ago. 

You took your shoes off and set them on the rack by the others, suitcase abandoned in the entrance as you clicked the door shut and padded along the worn hardwood floors in just your socks. 

It was worse, you thought, that place hadn’t succumbed, hadn’t fallen into dilapidated disrepair. Because it made you reckon with the knowledge of how little time had actually passed. How the house had not sat empty for as long as it seemed. That it had been here, tucked away in the trees that you didn’t remember, this whole time. 

That things kept going in your absence. 

And you, much like the cabin, had not really changed over the years as much as you’d thought or hoped. 

The living room still sported the ancient couch and armchair from your childhood which you skimmed your hand over, straightening the quilts that covered the backs of each. Your throat grew tighter still as your eyes glanced over the photos on the wall and propped on the mantel. You felt the chill of the marble tiles around the fireplace on your feet as you approached and trailed a finger over the glass. So many smiling faces staring back, though your own was only in a handful of the dozens. 

It burned in your chest as you stared and fought the urge to crunch the frames in your grip until they splintered.

So much of your life was tied up here, and so little of you remained behind. 

What a blessing it must have been, for you to be so easily forgotten by this place, what an injustice that you did not enjoy the same weakening memory, what curse that you were the one chosen to return at the end. 

When you drew back your hand, dust followed, the particles glowing in the soft light that filtered through the windows. With a sigh you clicked the lamps to life and made your way back through the kitchen, digging under the sink for a cloth. 

It didn’t take too long to give the first floor a perfunctory cleaning. Your mother liked a clean house, so there was never usually much mess. Even now, it only boasted a fine coating of dust from disuse and the floors only required a quick mopping. 

Your phone played music softly to fill the unnatural silence of the place as you finished scrubbing and stood to survey your work. It would do for now, and the ache in your knees agreed, a rumbling in your gut calling you back towards the kitchen to throw something together for dinner. 

In your haste to get as far away as possible from the town filled with your old classmates staffing every store within a twenty mile radius, you hadn’t bothered to stop for groceries. Fortunately there was still a pantry full of shelf stables and your meal came together quickly if not a bit haphazardly. 

You resigned yourself to lots of cans for a while. At least until you gained the courage to venture back into town. 

The old couch hugged you like it knew you needed the comfort as you plopped down and the old tv set crackled to life with a click of the remote. The cable was horrible, so few channels could make it out here in the mountains so you let whatever old tape had been left in the player role and checked to see if you could get any bars on your phone to send a few texts. 

You were having only middling success letting your friends know that you’d not been carjacked by mountain hillbillies when you heard a scratching sound over the soft western music drifting from the old speakers. 

It filled you with a strange panic you’d not felt in so long—having no opportunities for this kind of wild isolation in the bustling city—but upon further inspection, it was just a cat. 

He was small and black, and clawing at the front door, looking quite insulted when you finally opened it that he’d been made to wait. 

“Can I help you?” you asked, a bit taken aback. 

Without a word, the creature slipped past you, his glossy coat glowing with warm brown tones in the lamp light. 

The little cat sat in front of the couch, turning to blink at you with yellow eyes slowly before he lept to settle into your abandoned seat and yowl expectantly in the direction of the bowl still in your hand. 

“I didn’t know we had a cat,” you said by way of explanation, hoping he’d understand you hadn’t meant to lock him out. 

The cat seemed unimpressed with your answer, only flashing you his white teeth as he yawned and meowed again insistently. You glanced down at the bowl in your hand, a few bites still left and sighed as you sat it down on the couch cushion and shifted to the opposite end.   

“Guess I’ll have to get something for you too then,” you murmured, ignoring the fact that the cat had seemed to make himself more at home than you were. 

Those yellow eyes fixed on you over the rim of the bowl as he ate as if to say, yes and none of that canned shit.

“You’re pretty particular for a stray,” you said, reaching out your hand for him to sniff when he’d finished, happy to find his wet nose pressed up against your palm. 

You scratched behind his ears and smiled as the little thing purred much to his own chagrin. He made a soft sound when you scooped him up from his middle and settled him on your lap. The cat was warm against you and his fur was soft as though someone had brushed him not too long ago. 

You wondered who it had been. Was it the same hands that had done your hair as a child, that patted your head and held your hand when you walked down the little dirt road to the quarry lake in the summer. 

Did they hold him too, just like this? Pet along the length of his back and turn their face away as his tail brushed their cheeks. 

Did they find him along the road and take him home, just as you had done so many times when you were younger. Did they think of you as they bathed him of fleas in the sink?

Your eyes stung as you held the poor thing closer to your chest and buried your face in his fur. In the morning, you thought, it would be better. You closed your eyes to the comforting sound of another living thing and the light rain that had begun to fall against the old roof. 

Everything was shaking. 

Sand and grit swirled around him, catching on his tongue as the rattling glass walls that kept him contained seemed to close in. 

The human contraption that roared and protested the steep climb away from the sea spat black air that made it impossible to see past the walls of his cage. The path they climbed was littered with dips and hills that had his body careerning in every direction. 

There was wild hair in his eyes and mouth. His hands shook, claws scrambling for purchase in the barren tank. 

When there was a pause in the onslaught, Tomura could hear voices in that guttural human speak, shouting to each other over the growing patter of rain. 

He’d never known rain to be so loud, no meters of sea above to dampen the pounding drops. 

But the slap of the storm on the shallow water that kept him contained was nothing compared to the crack and flash as thunder ripped through the thin air and finally illuminated a bit of Tomura’s surroundings. 

Trees, he knew they were called, tall things like the kelp that grew up from the sandy bottom of the ocean, except these did not waver in the gusts, but stood straight through the gail. There was another figure in the flat end of the machine that was shuddering and coming to a jerking halt. 

When lightning flashed again, there was a shadow painted against the glass and two hands plunged into the water, nails digging into the sensitive scales on his arms. 

Tomura shrieked at the terrible burn of his skin being torn, but the air was too scarce and his voice was nothing more than a rasp, his heart pounding in his chest like a fish on the line. 

Curses in every language he could muster spewed from his mouth in gasps as he was wrenched from the tank, another set of hands gripping the meat of his tail, shredding the fragile membrane of his fins. 

“Fucking grab it, Rappa!,” one of the men shouted and Tomura thrashed against another squealing in frustration, a massive set of hands was crushing his middle and hauling him with a wet slap from the tank. 

“It’s too fucking heavy,” another voice joined in, screaming above the roar of the wind. 

His chest was tight, lungs not used to the unmitigated oxygen. The air felt thin here, wispy and impossible to catch a full breath. At once, Tomura felt hot and chilled, tail thrashing in a futile attempt to escape. And what would he do if he got free? He was alone and so far from the water he could no longer smell the salt of it. 

Adrenaline coursed through his veins and blurred any rational thought. He felt more animal than he ever had in his life. 

His head pounded, a mantra echoing as he flailed:

EscapeEscapeEscapeEscAPE— 

“We’ve gotta ditch the whole tank or this piece of shit won’t make it up,” the one called Rappa replied to his cohorts, though Tomura couldn’t truly comprehend. 

The heat, he’d realized spreading through his chest was blood leaking from the gashes on his arms and more warmth was leaking down his back as the rough ground bit into him.

He would scream if he could, but he couldn’t catch his breath and his insides burned and his skin was on fire— 

“Fuck it, just toss the thing in the cab. The boss didn’t say the thing had to be alive—”

The man above him, suddenly leaned down and made to grab for the mop of muddy hair on his head, but he wasn’t fast enough. In a flash of panic and rage, Tomura lunged and sank his teeth through the flesh and bone of two fingers, ripping like a shark at a whale carcass.  

There was a scream and another flash where Tomura had enough clarity to glimpse the face of the man whose fingers he spat in disgust to the ground. 

“ Fuck you, ” he managed to hiss in the little words of human speak he knew, spraying crimson and spit in the man’s face. 

The moments that followed flew by in a rush. Tomura’s blurry vision caught only the snapshots illuminated by flashes of light from the storm. Rappa’s hands were crushing his ribs as he was rolled and a hard sole pressed into his back, cracking bone beneath it. 

There was more pain, sharp and hot like the boiling water of the undersea vents.

And suddenly there was no ground at all under his head. 

There was more shouting, something that sounded like:

“Ditch the little bastard, who gives a shit about the boss—”

The foot at his back dug harder into his spine, crushing the cartilage in the small fin that ran the length of his back entirely. Pain like the burn of sand against raw skin erupted along the fragile nerve ending there and he bit back a squeal, growling instead and thrashing to sink his teeth into the offending ankle. 

But the foot at his back shoved roughly one more time and then his stomach was dropping along with the rest of him. 

Air whistled past as his claws caught on the ledge of earth, ripping them bloody as he plummeted down. 

Tomura let out a garbled, raspy scream that stuck in his throat, as a crack of thunder drowned out any sound of his body hitting the water below and the world went dark. 

Above him, as his limp body sank below the lake’s surface, the humans—four of them, all men—gathered around the cliff side and looked down at the creature fading under dark water. Blood pooled on the ground, both the monster’s and the men’s, mixing with the earth and washed away by the storm. 

The one called Rappa nursed his hand and spit a curse down at the dead thing sinking to the bottom. Saying it was a fitting place for it to rot. 

The others laughed in agreement and piled back into the cab of the truck. The tank was kicked off the bed, salt water and glass shattering along the mountain trail, the only evidence of their presence not washed away by the rain. 

Miles away, down the winding trails of the woods on the mountain, an ear splitting crack reverberated through the trees, traveling in waves until it rattled in the panes of a small cabin tucked away in the hills. 

You woke suddenly, eyes flying open and sitting up with a gasp that startled the tom cat dozing on your chest. He lept into the air and landed gracefully if not a bit affronted on the floor. Your breath came in your pants, your brain prepared to order your legs to carry you away from whatever the hell had made the whole house shake. 

From the floor, your new roommate yawned, unimpressed by your panicking and jumped up on the quilt again, kneading the worn pattern and making himself comfortable while you listened to the storm outside. 

If you didn’t know better, you’d have sworn somewhere in the distance, you heard a splash like the time the kids from the base of the mountain had tossed a boulder from the quarry into the lake. You turned to the cat for input, but he had already drifted off again, purring quietly and unbothered by the storm. 

You’d forgotten this as well apparently—how loud thunderstorms could get in the mountains. They didn’t happen often where you’d lived before. Rain storms mostly just meant flooding in with the terribly managed sewer systems in the city. 

But there was nothing up here to stop the storms that raged until all that was left when they reached the valley was a light sprinkle. 

You contemplated laying back down for a moment, but knew that you were still wound up from your rude awakening. The cat let out a “ mrrph ” in protest as you tugged the quilt around your shoulders and stood, making your way across the living room and swinging open the front door, staring out the screen. 

For a brief moment you half expected there to be a figure in the porch rocking chair. Patting their knee with a beer in hand, calling you silently to join them. 

“You know,” you said, to the cat perhaps or yourself or whatever presence of memory that loomed over your shoulder, “thunderstorms just are pirates ships in the sky, and the thunder is their cannon balls rolling around on the deck.” 

There was a soft pat pat and then a sleek little body was curling between your feet, watching the rain behind the safety of the screen door. The cat purred as if to say, “ yes of course I knew, you ass.” 

“Who pissed in your cereal?” you replied and received an indignant nip to the ankle for your trouble.  

It did a bit to lighten the admittedly foul mood though, and you scooped up the little cat into your arms. 

He took it in stride, curling into a ball and resting his eyes as you rocked on your heels and watched the rain patter through the leaf litter. You stood for a couple more minutes, until a few rays of light began to break through the trees and the rain slowed to a soft drizzle. 

With the cat in your arms, you set the old percolator on the stove, brewing more from what was left of the pantry coffee grounds. The cabinets still overflowed with too many novelty mugs collected from too many second hand stores. You fixed your drink quietly as you had done so many mornings so many years before. 

And maybe it was the cat slowly making your arm go numb under his weight, or the scent of the cheap grocery store coffee, or the familiar cracked ceramic of the mug in your hand, but as you walked back over to the screen door and breathed in the smell of moss and wet earth, you felt as though you were standing at the beginning of something. 

Whether it was something great or terrible, you couldn’t really tell. Starting off in your family’s cabin in the woods certainly did not bode well as far as Hollywood was concerned, but something was better than nothing at all. 

Hopefully. 

A dripping sound broke you from your revere. The cat had shifted in your arms, sniffing excitedly at the cup in your hand before stealing a mouthful of coffee from the rim. 

“Hey!” you moved the mug away and glared down at the little thing. “Pretty sure this stuff will fuckin kill you.” 

The cat remained unimpressed. 

“I can’t tell if you hate me or you just look like that,” you griped, only receiving an errant paw in your coffee cup as a response. 

The cat twisted, as if turning to liquid ink in your arms, dropping to the ground and striding back to the couch where he made himself comfortable once again in the center cushion. 

You huffed and plopped down next to him, sipping at your tainted coffee and avoiding the thought of venturing out of your hole here in the hills for groceries and other offensive necessities. 

“So, do you prefer chicken or tuna?” 

The cat gave you a yellow, half lidded glare. 

“ Coffee, ” he said with his eyes with a flick of that lithe little tail. 

You sighed and sunk deeper into the cushions, listening to the mourning doves begin to coo and feeling as though you’d woken up years ago. Soon the rest of the house would be full and noisy and brighter and you would fade into the background again, picking up the pieces from behind the glass. 

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I follow perioddramapolls on here as well and one way we could maybe have some polls with extant photos and avoid some of the issues with them that you raised would be to include links to posts showing more photos of a garment: the back, details, etc.. Of course there are still a few issues there but it fixes some of the main ones. It's a whole lot of work to put together though so I'd maybe just suggest any followers particularly keen on seeing a specific poll do the work of finding (or making) posts to link with the main photos for the poll. And for now it seems you certainly have enough on your plate without this. Honestly I'm not even sure how many people voting in perioddramapolls click on the links but I find them super helpful to get a clearer idea of what the entire outfit looks like and how it moves, though of course that's not relevant here. But yeah, an idea, if you like it.

hi dearest anon!

thank you so much for this recommendation! ☺️☺️

I would definitely say that anyone who would like to do this is more than welcome to pull those sources together and submit it as a post! 💕💕

as you mention, at the moment I simply don't have the time and resources to undertake that kind of research and put everything together, unfortunately 😔😔

but if anyone feels so moved to create a poll with multiple images/links like that, I would be thrilled to put it into the queue! 🥰🥰

thank you again for the idea and I hope you have a lovely day! 💖💖

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Hello! Not sure if this is the right place to ask but figured I’d try. When I upload photos to tumblr for a post, I noticed it suppresses their quality. If someone clicks on the photo itself, they can see the high resolution version of it though. Is there a way to keep the resolution quality high without someone having to click the photo? Hopefully that makes sense! I’ve been researching for an answer but came up short.

makes perfect sense lol. i use this as my guide

so pictures at 540px wide, 1080px wide, 2160px wide will all show up clearer and not stretched out vs pictures at numbers that aren't hitting that number.

tumblr is going to nuke image quality no matter what BUT i do recommend turning off the beta poster (in the top right corner when you hit new post). that prevents tumblr from auto resizing your images and killing quality.

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HitPaw Photo Enhancer Review: Is It Worth?

When you are finding a photo enhancer to improve image resolution to make the blurry pictures look much clearer, HitPaw Photo Enhancer can come into your eyes while seeking one on the Internet. However, according to many online reviews, this program contains both pros and cons that users appreciate or don’t feel satisfied.  Therefore, this ultimate HitPaw Photo Enhancer review, with introduction from all aspects of the program, will help you better evaluate it before getting started. If you still feel aimless at whether to select HitPaw Photo Enhancer or not, scroll down and keep on reading now!

Overall HitPaw Photo Enhancer Introduction

Designed with handy but professional image editing and resolving functions, HitPaw Photo Enhancer offers an efficient way to help you effortlessly sharpen image, clarity, and vibrancy with one click. It has adopted advanced AI techniques to resolve image upscaling in lossless quality, making the task no longer a difficult job at all! Unlike some other professional editors deliver a complicated interface and hard-to-grasp tools, HitPaw Photo Enhancer offers an intuitive interface to simplify the image resolving process. Therefore, for both pro users and even beginners, you will find HitPaw Photo Enhancer easy to cooperate with, helping to speed up the process of increasing image resolution to let you generate more high-quality pictures in a much simpler and more efficient way!

HitPaw Photo Enhancer Highlight Features

Now, also dive down into all the highlight features of HitPaw Photo Enhancer and see how it brings benefits to ensure you a more efficient and high-quality image upscaling service: #1. Upscale Images to 4K/8K Seamlessly With the advanced image upscaling ability equipped, HitPaw Photo Enhancer supports enlarging image resolutions to the highest 4K/8K quality with its smart refining ability, in order to keep image outputs saved in the best condition with the least compression. #2. AI-powered Image Upscaling Ability With the integration of the AI-powered algorithms, HitPaw Photo Enhancer improves the accuracy in dealing with image upscaling with a remarkable ability in maintaining full details, letting image resolving to be more precisely and effectively reducing digital noise and grain. In this way, your images can still retain sharpness and clarity even after they are enlarged to a higher resolution. #3. Intelligent Image Refining Adjustment Despite the fundamental photo upscaling feature, HitPaw Photo Enhancer is also equipped with a helpful toolkit, with some advanced color correction and adjustment features provided to further customize the exposure, contrast, saturation, and temperature of the images before outputting them after enlarging the sizes. As they are also empowered by HitPaw's advanced AI algorithms, you will enjoy the same efficient and good-quality outputs to resolve images in ways you like.

#4. Capable with Images of Complexity The accurate recognition ability delivered by HitPaw Photo Enhancer can work to deal with images of complexity. Even for old photos with more details to handle, it can smartly scan through them and precisely retain them while adding pixels to increase the resolution. For old image repair and blurry picture upscaling, HitPaw Photo Enhancer can bring you the best help.

How to Enhance Photos with HitPaw Photo Enhancer

The intuitive functionality also makes HitPaw Photo Enhancer a friendly tool to help upscale images. You can follow the step-by-step guide below and learn how to enhance your images using HitPaw Photo Enhancer in just 3 simple steps: Step 1. Import An Image Launch HitPaw Photo Enhancer after installing it, then click on the Import button to select the image you want to enhance. Alternatively, you can simply drag and drop the file directly to the interface in order to import it to the program.

Step 2. Customize Enhancement Settings Once your image is loaded, HitPaw Photo Enhancer will provide a comprehensive enhancement toolkit for you to upscale and customize the image in your preferences. Simply adjust the upscaling resolution and further edit its color, sharpening, or more image details with other equipped editing tools flexibly.

Step 3. Enhance Image and Export It After completing the image enhancement, you only need to click on the Export button to save all changes and get ready to output it. HitPaw Photo Enhancer offers more formats to output it, such as the most widely-used ones like JPEG and PNG, simply choose the one you need and confirm exporting the enhanced image in no time!

Limitations of HitPaw Photo Enhancer

However, although HitPaw Photo Enhancer has delivered a variety of good features to guarantee you efficiency, high quality, and also friendly process in upscaling images, it still has two downsides that you can pay attention to. Firstly, the stability of HitPaw Photo Enhancer can be a little weaker, especially on old devices with outdated systems. While processing image enhancement on such devices via the program, the upscaling speed will be greatly dragged down, and it is much easier to run into resolving failures. Many users have gotten annoyed by this problem from time to time. In addition, HitPaw Photo Enhancer only provides a Windows desktop version. Although it is also equipped with an online platform to process image enhancement across devices conveniently with a web browser, the online service can still be unstable compared with the applications. Therefore, for mobile users, HitPaw Photo Enhancer may not be the best option.

HitPaw Photo Enhancer Alternative - iFoto Photo Enhancer

Accordingly, if you wish an alternative to HitPaw Photo Enhancer in order to have a stable image upscaling experience, iFoto Photo Enhancer can be the one you should consider. Although iFoto Photo Enhancer is also a web-based service, which rely on browsers to process image enhancement for you, it has applied multi-core hardware acceleration techniques and AI-powered algorithms to guarantee efficiency as well as precision in managing high-quality resolution upscaling. The stability of iFoto can be maintained at the best status with merely no errors occurring, ensuring you even higher efficiency while enlarging images online.

In addition, iFoto Photo Enhancer also released both an iOS and Android application, allowing mobile users to enjoy professional image editing services and upscale image resolutions to create high-quality outputs at any time they want. Compared with HitPaw Photo Enhancer, iFoto is definitely a better option for mobile device users! Final Verdict To sum up, HitPaw Photo Enhancer offers quality-guaranteed service to help you upscale image resolution to generate high-quality pictures easily. However, considering its efficiency and stability, iFoto Photo Enhancer can still be a better backup for you to consider. Especially if you are a mobile user, HitPaw Photo Enhancer may fail your expectations because of its lack of mobile versions available to help (iFoto will offer oriented applications for both iOS and Android devices). Read the full article

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What are the advantages of electronic LED display rental?

Electronic LED display rental has become more and more popular in recent years. It has many advantages that traditional displays cannot match. Let’s analyze it in detail below:

High flexibility and wide application scenarios

LED display rental can flexibly select screen size, resolution, brightness and other parameters according to different usage needs, and can be quickly installed and disassembled for easy transportation. It is suitable for various temporary or long-term activities, such as concerts, sports events, and exhibitions. Exhibitions, business promotions, conference celebrations, etc. What is the difference between indoor and outdoor LED rental?

Low cost and economical

Compared with purchasing LED displays, leasing can save a lot of initial investment costs, and the leasing fees can be included in operating costs, which has more advantages in terms of taxation. In addition, rental companies usually provide professional maintenance and repair services to relieve users of worries. How much does it cost to rent an LED stage screen?

Leading technology and stunning images

LED display rental can obtain the latest display technology and products, enjoy clearer, brighter and more realistic picture effects, and bring a more shocking visual experience to the audience. Here are commercial LED screen technologies, benefits and selection guide.

Rich content and eye-catching

LED display screen rental can play a variety of videos, pictures, text and other content, and the playback plan can be customized according to different needs to attract the attention of the target audience and improve the publicity effect.

Environmental protection, energy saving, green development

LED display rental adopts energy-saving and environmentally friendly LED technology, which has low power consumption and good heat dissipation, reducing the impact on the environment and conforming to the concept of green development.

Summarize:

Electronic LED display rental has the advantages of high flexibility, low cost, leading technology, rich content, environmental protection and energy saving, etc. It is an ideal choice for various activities and occasions.

The following are some specific application cases:

Large concerts: Rental LED displays can be used for stage background display, playing singer photos and videos, real-time subtitles, etc. to create a stunning stage effect.

Sports events: Rental LED displays can be used to broadcast live game footage, replay highlights, display game data, etc. Stadium LED displays: enhance event experience and excitement.

Commercial promotion: Rental LED display screens can be used to play advertisements, product introductions, corporate image videos, etc. to attract customers' attention and enhance brand awareness. Here are the commercial LED display price ranges.

Conference celebrations: Rental LED display screens can be used to play conference content, guest speeches, event photos, etc., to create a grand and warm atmosphere.

With the development and application of LED display technology, electronic LED display rental will become more popular, bringing more convenience and excitement to people's lives.

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Do you want to Download Remini APK for iOS?

Introduction:

Remini is a popular photo editing app that uses artificial intelligence to enhance the quality of old, blurry, or low-resolution photos. While it is primarily available for Android users through the Google Play Store, many iOS users may be interested in accessing this app as well. In this article, we will explore the possibility of downloading Remini APK for iOS devices.

Understanding Remini:

Before we delve into the process of downloading Remini APK for iOS, let's understand what the app offers. Remini employs advanced AI technology to analyze and improve the quality of photos. It can sharpen blurry images, reduce noise, and enhance details, making old or low-quality photos appear clearer and more vibrant. With its intuitive interface, users can easily upload photos and apply various enhancement filters to achieve desired results.

Is Remini Available on the App Store?

Unfortunately, Remini is not officially available for iOS devices through the Apple App Store. The app may not meet Apple's strict guidelines or requirements for inclusion in the App Store. However, this does not mean that iOS users are entirely out of luck when it comes to accessing Remini.

Downloading Remini APK for iOS:

While Remini may not be directly available on the App Store, there are alternative methods for iOS users to download and install the app on their devices. One such method involves using third-party app installers like AltStore or Cydia Impactor. These platforms allow users to sideload apps onto their iOS devices, including those not available on the App Store.

Here's a step-by-step guide to downloading Remini APK for iOS using AltStore:

Download and install AltStore on your computer from the official website.

Connect your iOS device to your computer via USB cable.

Open AltStore and navigate to the "My Apps" tab.

Click on the "+" icon and select the Remini APK file you wish to install.

AltStore will begin the installation process, and once completed, you will find Remini on your iOS device's home screen.

It's important to note that sideloading apps using third-party installers may void your device's warranty and could pose security risks. Users should exercise caution and ensure they download apps from reputable sources.

Conclusion:

While Remini may not be readily available on the Apple App Store for iOS users, there are alternative methods for downloading the app onto their devices. By utilizing third-party app installers like AltStore, iOS users can access Remini APK and enjoy its photo enhancement features. However, it's essential to proceed with caution and be aware of the potential risks associated with sideloading apps onto iOS devices.

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When Disaster Strikes: Navigating the Best Data Recovery Services for Your Precious Bits - Technology Org

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When Disaster Strikes: Navigating the Best Data Recovery Services for Your Precious Bits - Technology Org

Data loss, the bane of our digital age. A misplaced click, a corrupted drive, a natural disaster – in an instant, precious photos, crucial documents, and cherished memories can vanish like wisps of smoke. The panic sets in, followed by the desperate scramble for solutions. Fear not, fellow data warrior, for salvation lies not in magic spells, but in the skilled hands of data recovery services. But with a constellation of options vying for your trust, the question remains: how do you navigate the murky waters and find the best data recovery service for your specific needs?

Working with a laptop – illustrative photo. Image credit: Christina wocintechchat.com via Unsplash, free license

Understanding the Data Recovery Landscape:

Before embarking on your data retrieval odyssey, it’s essential to understand the terrain. Data recovery services broadly fall into two categories:

Software-based Recovery: These user-friendly programs scan your storage devices for deleted or corrupted files and attempt to resurrect them. They’re affordable, easy to use, and ideal for simple data loss scenarios. Think deleted vacation photos or accidentally formatted documents.

Lab-based Recovery: When software throws up its hands in defeat, enter the lab technicians. These specialized facilities wield advanced hardware and forensic techniques to tackle complex data loss situations. Physical disk damage, RAID failures, and natural disasters are their stomping grounds. However, prepare for steeper costs and potentially longer turnaround times.

Charting Your Course: Choosing the Right Data Recovery Service:

With the two camps established, charting your recovery course becomes clearer. Here are some key factors to consider:

The Extent of Data Loss: Assess the severity of your predicament. Did you accidentally delete a file? Is your hard drive clicking ominously? Has your external drive gone swimming with Nemo? The nature and severity of the data loss will determine whether software or lab-based recovery is your best bet.

The Importance of Recovered Data: Not all data is created equal. Lost wedding photos deserve a different level of effort than a misplaced work document. Prioritize your data based on its sentimental value, financial implications, and professional repercussions. This will help you determine the appropriate budget and service tier.

Transparency and Pricing: Steer clear of data recovery services shrouded in secrecy. Reputable companies will provide upfront pricing estimates, clearly outlining their fees and potential additional charges. Be wary of flat-rate fees, as complex recoveries often require specialized techniques and incur higher costs.

Success Rates and Testimonials: Research, research, research! Read past customer reviews and testimonials to gauge the company’s success rate in tackling similar data loss scenarios. Look for independent third-party reviews and industry accolades to bolster your confidence.

Data Security and Privacy: Your data is your digital lifeblood. Ensure the chosen service provider adheres to strict data security protocols and offers guarantees regarding confidentiality. Understand their data handling procedures and inquire about potential risks before handing over your storage device.

Beyond the Recovery: Protecting Your Digital Future:

Data loss, while terrifying, can be a valuable learning experience. Once your precious bits are retrieved, take preventative measures to safeguard your digital future:

Regular backups: This age-old adage is worth repeating. Back up your data regularly to external drives or cloud storage. The 3-2-1 backup rule – three copies, two different media, one offsite – is your data security mantra.

Invest in reliable hardware: Opt for robust storage devices from reputable brands and consider RAID configurations for added redundancy.

Practice safe computing: Protect your devices with antivirus software, avoid risky downloads, and update your software regularly.

Remember, data recovery, while effective, should be a last resort. By prioritizing prevention and building a robust data hygiene routine, you can minimize the risk of future data disasters and sleep soundly knowing your digital memories are safe and secure.

So, fellow data warriors, should the digital winds of misfortune blow your way, fear not. Armed with knowledge, prudence, and the right data recovery service, you can rise from the ashes of data loss and reclaim your precious digital treasures. Let your data sing its triumphant song once more!

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