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[musicollage]

Au Pairs — Sense and Sensuality. 1982 : Kamera.

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[melodic-haze]

fem!reader sucking off sub!clorinde pretty please 🙏 I love your works so much

Oh my GOD I am SALIVATING

Imagine just having the Champion Duellist, always a public figure that stands with such an aura of confidence and grace, laying down bashfully with a flushed look on her face as she watches you take her in your mouth. Behind closed doors, she is nothing but a MESS—she might be confident in her skills, but that aura and that grace of hers is completely wiped out the moment your hands are on her

OH MY GODDDDDUGH JUST THINK ABOUT. Ugh fuck seeing Clorinde fight herself from backing off from the stimulation, half bc she's absolutely addicted to the wet heat of your mouth practically engulfing her and half bc she's determined to stay as your good girl and good girls have discipline!! So she could do nothing but lay there and take it as your head bobs up and down, your tongue moving to taste every inch of her as you cup her balls and toy with them languidly

And you can tell when she grows close too—her cock twitches inside your mouth and her legs move up to your shoulders to pull you closer, and you see her hands move up........but you know she'll end up clinging onto the sheets anyway. You told her you wanted your motions undisturbed and she obeys like a good pet. Just think of the desperate whimpers she lets out ☹️ as she begs you to "let me cum please let me cum I've been good--"

And she has been!! So surely she deserves a reward for keeping her patience and discipline!!!! But maybe you want to be meaner, your choice 😜😜 either way, the expression she holds once she does cum? 🤗🤗 Thank god for the Kamera, just saying 🤗🤗🤗🤗 oh, but if only you had a recorder to record the beautiful moans she makes 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

[billsbabydoll]

“𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓇𝒶, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎!”

contains:PURE SMUT<3

warnings:barely any plot just straight into yk what, three-some, hard-dom!bill, hard-dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (doggy-style), oral (m!receiving), light degrading, light praising, light spanking, bill and tom making a sex-tape with reader, basically bill and tom treating reader like a total sex-doll.

note:sorry this story doesn’t have much of a plot, i couldnt really think of one that fit with such heavy fucking lol.

“oh my god, look at her tom!”bill exclaimed chuckling as he proceeded to zoom the camera lens onto my oozing pussy, tom giggling along with him,

“was für eine verdammte schlampe..(what a fucking slut.)”he replied smugly, intently looking down at my weak figure that was currently trying to recover from the 3rd orgasm ive just endured.

“mal sehen, wie viel mehr sie aushält, bill(let’s see how much more she can take it.)”

tom then rapidly flipped me over to my stomach placing me in doggy position, as bill sat himself near my face still camera in hand, while tom squeezed and slapped my ass a few times before inserting his veiny cock inside my aching cunt.

“t’much i-cant mhm!”i cried out looking up at the camera before staring into bills lustful eyes, my hands turning white from how tightly i was gripping the bed sheets, my tears flowing down and ruining more of my already destroyed makeup.

“aw poor baby-”he cooed down at me from above, slightly leaning down to place a comforting kiss on my lips before pulling away.

“es ist alles in ordnung, wir sind fast fertig damit, dass du weiterhin hübsch für die kamera aussiehst, schatz(its okay we’re almost done with you just keep looking pretty for the camera honey.)”he further explained, a devilish smile creeping on the corners of his lips.

“ughh-okay!”

were the only words tom needed to hear before he began to aggressively pound away at my walls, his tip slamming profusely against my bruised cervix.

“fuck fuck fuck!”tom shouted behind me one of his hand keeping me in place, his jaw dropped as loud grunts spewed from his lips.

bill moved back a bit, recording every second of the scene that was happening right infront of his own eyes, zooming out the camera lens to capture the quite pornographic moment.

after a minute or two bill scooted back up to my face, moving the camera down to his cock and my lips curved into a cheeky smile as he rubbed my drool on my red tender lips, before leaning forward and handing the recorder to tom.

“gonna fill that lil whore mouth up, better take fucking all of it, understood?” he demanded as he gestured for me to open my mouth, sliding his full girth into my mouth stopping once his tip hit the back of throat.

they continued to fuck my brains into utter mush and all i could really feel is, tom using my pussy to pure filth chanting the most pathetic words down at me while filming my ass clapping on his length, and bills cock painfully ramming in and out of my throat his precious whimpers filling my ears, both equally fucking me at the most primal pace.

soon the familiar pleasurable knot began to bubble up in my stomach,

“i-im gonna cummhm!”

“hold it dumb bitch, ughh f-fucking hold it!”tom yells at me, harshly slapping my ass as a sign to immediately obey, quickly giving the recorder back to bill.

“smile for the camera baby,

here comes the cum shot!”

bill excitedly exclaimed pulling his length out of my mouth momentarily, zooming into my heaving and fucked-out face, panning out to tom finally letting me cum as he as well finally proceeds to coats my walls completely in white with his hot load.

this takes bill straight to the edge, shifting the cameras focus back again down to my lips as he urgently stuffs his cock inside my mouth, his thick seed deliciously splatting onto my tongue.

they then both pulled their members out of me, letting me fall and collapse onto the sticky drenched sheets, our mixed juices spilling out of my cunt and mouth.

“yeah we definitely gotta’ bring that tape on tour with us bill.”

“nein nein (no no), shes coming with us atleast we know shes down to share.”

THE END

[dottowos]

Omega has a bit of a dirty secret only you and him know about. (GN reader, consensual filming/photo taking, praise, Omega's a lil freak as usual, Minors DNI)

(x) Being the most recent of Dottore’s segments, Omega boasts technology that the others do not - one of which being a Kamera embedded on his wired upper face. Of course, the original intention was for work, research, and experiment purposes, but nowadays he finds himself taking more pictures of you, his lover. Such pictures can vary, from you enjoying a delicious cake to posing in a new outfit for him. Cute stuff. Things that make him chuckle when he brings up them in his mind.

And then there are the photos he takes for not-so-pure reasons. Namely, ones where you are all fucked out, teary eyed, with a cum-filled hole and splattered chest. It truly doesn’t help that his face is the perfect camera angle for capturing any position he wants - there is no part of your body he hasn’t saved.

When Omega first proposed the idea, you were initially flustered (rightfully so) but he was… convincing. (Well, not really, but the idea of having him such pictures of you at his convenience made you a bit hot under the collar.) He can’t always have you to himself, much to his dismay - your attention has always been hogged by his… lesser selves. Which is why it is perfectly reasonable for him to have these lovely and filthy pictures of you to relieve himself whenever you’re not around!

Oh, but his favorites are definitely the few videos he has of you. Mostly on special occasions when you dressed up nicely for him, Omega feels the need to make those moments eternal when he’s fucking you - he may have a tendency to be a bit harsher during these recordings - he just needs to make sure his Kamera picks up on your muffled moans and squelching. But that doesn’t mean he won’t lavish you with praises as well - your expressions are equally important.

When he wants to get you riled up, he’ll explain some of his favorite photos or recordings in great detail, sometimes mocking your needy whines that he can clearly hear in his head, all while stroking himself to them as all you can do is watch.

The best part is that he does not need to share these with anyone, as no one can access these pictures unless he specifically shares them with the other segments, so no one could ever know about his little… pastime. Unless Prime Dottore decided to open up his mechanical face for whatever reason - and to that, Omega wonders, what would Prime think once he saw all the lewd positions of his darling the segment has kept for his personal use?

[genshin-impact-updates]

"Outside the Canvas, Inside the Lens: Dew-Kissed Chapter" Event: A Photographic Journey in Search of Inspiration

〓Event Duration〓

2024/07/29 10:00:00 – 2024/08/08 03:59:59

〓Event Rewards〓

〓Eligibility〓

Adventure Rank 20 or above

And complete Archon Quest Prologue: Act III "Song of the Dragon and Freedom"

〓Event Details〓

● After the event begins, 2 new photo-taking spots will be unlocked every day for the first 7 days. There are a total of 14 photo-taking spots.

● You must equip Asagiri's Dedicated Fontaine Kamera and interact with the photo-taking point(s) to enter Photo-Taking Mode.

● In the Photo-Taking Mode, you can use the Settings button in the upper left corner to activate or deactivate Interval Timer Photography Mode and adjust the interval time.

● If you wish to adjust your Kamera Settings again, you can tap Pause Challenge and return to your preset, thus starting the setting adjustment process over again. Once you have finished taking a photo, if you wish to continue taking pictures using the current settings, you can tap Keep Taking Photos to return to the photo-taking phase.

● During the event, you can claim rewards the first time you complete the corresponding photo-taking objectives at each photo-taking spot.

※ Recorded photos will not be stored in Photo Notes. You can save your favorite photos in your current personal devices by clicking on the larger image to save it.

[the-moons-tears]

Alhaitham x reader (fluff/comfort)

In summary, it’s about how you react to losing a loved one and how Alhaitham would comfort you! Read as you will keeping that in mind, i wrote it pretty sad

Love this man

Song: what are you doing the rest of your life by frank sinatra

She was your light. So cheery, so wonderful, and so full of love for everything. The night you received the news she succumbed to her eleazar, you didn’t know what to do. Gone, in an instant. You hadn’t been there to be with her, hell, she never told you she had eleazar until it was very much too late.

Her favorite song was an old one she had bought from a vendor long ago. The old man had given it to her for free, said she reminded him of his daughter. She played it everyday when you came over to her house, pulling you in by your hands and leading you in a grand dance where she pretended to be a handsome man sweeping you off of your feet while dramatically singing the song.

“I want to see your face in every kind of light.” She wiggled her very drawn in eyebrows at you as she pulled you in. A weird hat adorned her head and a straight coat way too big for her was wrapped around her frame. “In fields of dawn and forests of the night~” You cackled and pretended to swoon over your friend, putting your hand to fan yourself dramatically.

You laughed at her god awful impression, but danced with her nonetheless. Her hair swished and bounced when she spun you around in a circle with her by the ends of your fingertips. You had all the words memorized in a short time, and you would both draw mustaches on yourself to try to one up each other’s impression of a gentleman trying to woo you.

Her parents walked in fuming when they saw the ink staining your faces. Both of you were rolling on the floor after looking in the mirror, and took a photo with a kamera with your faces smudged all over with the ink.

As in her will, she wanted you to have the song. To “play it when you think of me” it said in the written words. Tears were already flowing by the time you closed the door with the disc in your hands. You both had matching record players, and would often go shopping looking for any good songs. Setting the disc on the player was different than any other time you put music on. The air was no longer filled with laughter, and the song seemed sadder than when you had heard it before. Your eyes were blurry with tears ready to pour once more.

The notes from the intro barely registered, and your hands were shaking close to your chest. Slowly, they reached out, and you began slowly dancing by yourself in your living space, except there was no other person to join your hands with, no one to join you in your delight.

The singer’s voice was dull to you, so you closed your eyes and imagined them like they were before. Bright and warm like the hands that you remembered holding your own. You danced there in the slow sways that she had led you through, spinning and switching places when the time came. The knock and voice of your lover coming from your front door couldn’t be heard.

Alhaitham had received the news as well, as he was well acquainted with your friend. She had basically set you two up. Back when you were all students, almost everyday you would come by her and discuss how alhaitham had looked in your direction that day, or how he had said hello to you. She thought he was boring, but she saw how smitten you were over him, so she made it her mission to get you both together.

It ended up working, although Alhaitham revealed later that it was painfully obvious at what you both were doing. He already fancied you, but he went along anyway. the whole set up was funny to him and he wanted to see what you both would do.

The said man walked inside with a key you had given him, and picked up on the melody coming from the main room. Alhaitham knew how close you two were, and he didn’t know how you would take it after receiving the news himself. He came over immediately to check on you as you had no doubt heard before him. Carefully, as he didn’t know what was going on, he walked to that room and jarred the door slightly to peer in. There he saw you, singing the words to the song playing and swaying pathetically by yourself.

The display caused a gut wrenching feeling well up that created a furrow on his brow one could only describe as pity and an attempt at empathy. He took off his headphones and put them on a side table. When he looked back up, your movements had slowed and your voice gave out, giving way to the start of a sob.

Softly, he knocked on the door outside the room a little harder so you could hear it. Your face lifted up in surprise, but quickly it melted into the previous sadness when you saw it was Alhaitham.

“She…never said…anything…” words came out in broken sobs as he walked over to you. The song continued playing in the background, a painful reminder of what was missing. Strong arms took yours and placed them around himself. Gently his hands pushed your head onto his body where you wept your heart out.

He didn’t say any words, he just led you in a gentle sway as the song went on, pressing gentle kisses to your head underneath him. Words of comfort weren’t his forte, as you had seen with Kaveh, but the times that you had come to him for comfort he had noticed how calm you became when you hugged him.

Your hands grasped desperately at his fabric, not daring to loosen it for fear he may disappear. Low lights hanging from the ceiling and the orange colored flames from the candles seemed to sway with you, extending their own version of sympathy. Alhaitham’s hands comforted you with their gentle ministrations through your hair and the gentle up and down motions on your back.

Soon your cries slowed, ending with you sniffling and hiccuping on Alhaitham’s body. “Please…stay with me…” your voice was shaky to say the least. Memories of your friend swam through your mind, occupying anything you tried to think about. Even her voice rang over the man singing the song.

“I’m not leaving.” The steadfast reply grounded you. It was sure and confident, making you squeeze his body tighter. Even the monotone sound of his voice was comforting. It was him.

The song stopped eventually, but Alhaitham did not move from you. he would stay for however long you needed or wanted him, letting you tell him stories about her and how you became life long friends. He listened. he was so good at that. The song played in the background again and again as you spoke, but now, after a long cry and a bit of talking, it seemed to wrap you in sweet reminiscence.

*sobs*

Masterlist!

[vmp3ater]

It's like 2am rn in my country and i have to wake up at 5.50am tmr-

Anyways

Ei in bunny suit being tied up as you eat her out. You're also recording the whole process for backup when you have to go out to work so that when Ei misses you she can watch it🥰

Your local 🐟 anon

sub ei x dom gn reader

eating out ei while she’s all dressed up in a playboy bunnysuit. her fishnet covered thighs are trembling, threatening to close on either sides of your face and suffocate you in such a way that you would die in bliss. her hands are bound to the headboard by some red rope so she couldn’t touch you even if she wanted to.

but you have everything on camera too—the kamera resting beside the both of you as it records you devouring her as she writhes against the restraints, trying her damndest to grind back into your tongue while you hold her thighs open and suckle her clit like it was something you were made for

so when she misses you too much when you’re gone… she can always go and watch it <3

[luochasdoll]

A/N: idk if this is good, should I do a x reader incorrect quotes? Let me know!

Fem!Y/n: *a very skilled fighter in the desert, but moans every time she gets hit*

Yandere!Cyno: *watching from afar* ... I should record this, if I buy a kamera with a voice recorder...

[hulhudhonado]

Petty Crimes

Synopsis: Wriothesley just can't seem to get a certain journalist off his back. But to his surprise this journalist is very thorough with their work and it seems they aren't willing to give up just yet.

CW: -

HC: Reader is gender-neutral and uses They/Them pronouns, Reader does not have a vision. Reader is a journalist working at The Steambird.

Characters: Wriothesley, Sigewenne, Mentions of Neuvillette,Furina, Traveler and Paimon

Note: Ok, I promise I'm writing the Neuvillette one, it just is much longer than I expected so I apologise for that. Instead have this one which is shorter but I am still proud of it. I love Wriothesley's design and attacks and LORE but had to skip the banner because I wanted Furina so badly. So think of this as me coping with that. There are going to be some Fontaine spoilers but honestly, it is so little I don't think most people would notice it. As always please make sure to interact with the post, I love seeing the tags or comments I get in the posts, and I'm glad people like my silly ideas about characters I like. Enjoy!

The first time you ended up in the prison was by accident. You just happened to be with a kamera at the wrong place and time and ended up being accused as a stalker. Since the judgment was decided by the Iudex and the court now, the easiest solution was to throw you in prison until the actual perpetrator had come to light. At the time you were cussing and throwing hands with the guards but the minute the Duke came into your vision you couldn’t help but halt.

You couldn’t believe it, this was every Steambird employee’s dream. To be able to meet the Duke and have a proper interview with him would reach the headlines in an instant. However, to no one’s surprise, he had rejected your proposition. Before you could make any more moves to convince him, the actual culprit was found with the help of the traveller and his flying partner and you were forced to say goodbye to the Fortress of Meropide. Just like you had entered, you were kicking and screaming when they threw you out.

So you had to make a plan to somehow enter back inside. Being an esteemed journalist at The Steambird, it was no surprise they refused to let you in and casually stay in the prison. Most criminals tend to stay there even after their term is over but you didn’t have an actual reason to be there. But if you wanted to get a scoop before Charlotte could beat you to it, you needed to take some desperate measures.

- - -

“So, you were sentenced to 30 days in the Fortress of Meropide for taking a picture of Lady Furina while she was chasing her hat that was blown away by the wind?” Wriothesley could only raise an eyebrow at the statement. It wasn’t a surprise that some people ended up here for ridiculous reasons, but the amount that you had accumulated over one year was just unbelievable.

There was the time you decided to release a bunch of birds inside the Opera Epicles. It wouldn’t have been an issue to get them out, but somehow you managed to train them so they could coordinate their movements to somehow re-enter the Opera Epicles after they were thrown out.

 Then there was the time you filled all the water fountains in the district with Fonta and to this day people still cannot figure out how you got your hands on such a large shipment without any suspicions arising. 

To put it simply, the list was endless and at this point, you had probably been in and out of jail more than any citizen he had met. He honestly would not have cared the slightest about you if it wasn’t the fact HE was the reason you were acting like this.

You beamed at him in glee, notebook and pen ready in your hands. He could also see the kamera peaking out of your satchel, probably filled with a brand new film. He tried not to scowl. He couldn’t help but be a bit annoyed by your persistence.

“You know with a track record like this, everything you have done up to now is going to sound more interesting than whatever comes out of my mouth.” He sighed, dropping the papers onto his desk and to no one’s surprise, you immediately began to write down everything he said.

“Maybe for another journalist, but what point is it for me to write about my own stories? I write scoop about celebrities, not my memoirs. ” You answer, pen on your chin trying to figure out which category his statements could fit.

Wriothesley could only sigh. Every time he did all he could remember was Sigewinne’s words. 

‘ Don’t sigh too much, you’re going to end up sighing away all your happiness!’

It was a shame he couldn’t keep his promise, but honestly, the only one he could blame was the columnist who sat right across him. “ I am no celebrity. My answer remains unchanged. No interview.” He reached over for his cup of tea, which had turned cold at this point. He didn’t realise that time had passed so suddenly. It seemed you were just capable of taking over a person’s life just like that.

He tried to stand up to make a new cup only for you to halt him. “Oh did your tea get cold? Sorry, let me make you one.” Before he could react you already took his cup and made your way to the kettle. He blinked in confusion before settling back into his chair. “Are you even sure you can make it right?” He decided to humour both you and himself. He knew you were just trying to suck up to him so he might change his mind, he wasn’t dumb though. Maybe he could use it to his advantage and kick you out of his office. As he tried to wrack up another reason to kick you back outside, a fresh new cup of tea was placed before him. 

And it was perfect.

The tea was infused almost too well. It was pure black with no random additives that Sigewinne insisted were better for his health. No sugar, creamer or milk. There weren’t even any tea leaves left in the brew.

He took a sip, surprised with how it wasn’t boiling since you had just prepared it. A suitable warmth reached his lips as he took a sip of it. He had to stop himself before he could chug it down. He wasn’t an animal, he knew proper tea etiquette.

“Are you a fan of tea, Journalist?” He asked unconsciously. He wished he had shut his mouth, you already write down everything that comes out of his mouth and he didn’t need to give you any more leverage. To his surprise, you didn’t immediately go and reach for your notebook once again.

Instead for once, you looked away from him, refusing to meet his eyes. “I do partake in tea sometimes but I wouldn’t say it’s my favourite. I prefer sugary drinks usually.” You answer, sheepishly brushing your hands together, continuing to look away. Wriothesley squinted at you, unsure whether you were acting shy due to embarrassment or because you were a bad liar. “This tea is steeped far too well for you to be saying that.”

You almost immediately beamed up, your shy demeanour leaving in an instant. “Oh! That’s because I learnt how you liked to brew your tea!” Your eyes reached his and he wondered if you realized what you had just admitted to.

“Isn’t it a bit suspicious you know that?” He asked, taking another sip, it was certainly good tea. You again turned embarrassed. “Well, you tend to pick up some things when you stay around a certain place often.”

“Oh?” His curiosity getting the better of him, leaned towards the desk to fully take you in. “Please do tell me what you have collected thus far.” 

“Well, a journalist can’t show everything they have gathered, unless it’s properly published.” You mumble, trying to slowly back away from his desk. For once you were trying to get away rather than him trying to get rid of you. It intrigued him a bit, what else were you hiding? “Well, unless you do have permission, I doubt you will be going around publishing articles. That is unless you were a scandalous reporter?”

He was shocked to see how wide your eyes grew, for once your usual reporter nature had gone from your face, now looking like any normal citizen living in Fontaine. “I would never! It is unethical!” You defended yourself, you would never dare to publish articles without people’s permission. “Then you wouldn’t mind me reviewing what you have unless you have something to hide?”

And that was how Wriothesley ended up with all your documents, which were now scattered on the desk alongside your prison testaments. You only handed him the documents relating to him but he was surprised to see that you have accumulated quite a number of them. It made him wonder why even bother with an interview if you already had so much knowledge about him.

“This is everything? You have been working hard it seems.” He said. His teacup was now empty, but he needed a new brew if he had to sit all day just to read through everything that was left. You had already collected his entire existence on these papers. His best and his worst moments.

“You know, now I’m starting to doubt that your first imprisonment was a mistake.” He chuckled to himself, which only made you feel red hot with embarrassment. “This is all public knowledge. Sure some were a bit harder to find but if you know what you’re looking for it gets easier” You mumble, fidgeting with your hands. He wondered why you were so embarrassed.

Everything written here was all about him, but you acted as if you were the one on full display. He continued to flip through what you had written. The words you had articulated were quite intriguing, if you did write a scoop about him he was certain he would have had his nose in the papers as well. All your points had thorough evidence with the times and dates it was recorded. There was even certain information he completely forgot about himself.

“You know, with such extensive research you have done, you can pretty much write a whole article about me. Hell, you could even fake an interview with me and I would honestly think I did an interview with you and forgot about it.” He said, placing down your work on the desk once more so he could fully take you in.

He wasn’t one to pay attention to the little details if he wasn’t interested but when he took another look at you, it felt as if he was seeing a completely new person. Your notebook was tucked into the little front pocket of your shirt, and he could see scratches and marks on the visible part that stuck out. Some corners of the pages were dog-eared while others had little sticky tabs poking out from them. Your pen was now tucked behind your ear, it was blue, the colour that usually was smudged on the palm of your hands which you were currently fiddling with. Lastly, your Kamera, the film may have been brand new but the Kamera was fairly old, a dent was visible on the top and he could see a sticker of a Melusine on its side, the same one he would see stuck on his gauntlets from time to time.

You suddenly didn’t seem like the annoying tenacious reporter on his back. You were a journalist, a writer. You had something you wanted to work on. A passion which seemed to exceed expectations. You were not worried to ask questions over and over until you got an answer but you were embarrassed to showcase your work, afraid of the judgment that others give. 

“You know you don’t need to have an interview with me? You can just write whatever it is here and get it done.” He answered, collecting all your research together to hand it back to you.

You shook your head, sighing. You finally turned to look at him. The prison was not known for its lighting but the way the light reflected onto your eyes made it shine with a passion he couldn’t seem to grasp. It almost distracted him from your words.

“It isn’t the same. I want it to be authentic. All of this-” You pointed at your work, which was a full stack at this point. “ was just from the ‘grapevine’ as some may say. I want to hear about your experiences and thoughts from you.”

He thought about your words. It bounced in the walls of his head, like an unstoppable echo. No one up to this point had ever bothered to go directly to him to ask about certain things. It was always the rumours. 

The Duke bought his title. 

The Duke would snap your neck if you looked at him wrong.

The Duke is under a permanent sentence in the Fortress of Meropide.

And here you were, asking him directly, even though everything written in your documents was fully true with proof, whether he could give some time of his day just to ask the same questions all these papers could answer.

He could only chuckle, one that wasn’t in a joking tone. “You like me quite a lot don’t you, Journalist?”

He watched as your sincere reporter's face morphed into what he could only describe as pure embarrassment. He was only shocked with his words but your expression completely delayed his bashful reaction. Instead, he smirked, a bit satisfied for once you weren’t on your high horse.

You grabbed the documents, stuffing them into your satchel and shutting it so quickly he could hear how crumpled they were getting.

“Well, it seems since you aren’t willing to do an interview today I’ll come again another time.” You almost yell, trying your best to close your bag so none of the papers would slip out.

“You’re right, aren’t you glad you have more than 30 days to ask me again?” He retorted, only to see your eyes grow wider. He was certain if he could touch your face, it would have been burning up with how much blood had rushed to your face.

Before anything else could have been said, you turned around rushing yourself out the door. He watched as you scattered down the stairs, making sure not to fall before finally hearing the door shut loudly, the metal clamps echoing in his office. However not a second later the door hinges squeaked once more, and you peeked your head a bit from the staircase.

“Um, goodbye, for now, Sir.” 

And with that you rushed back down once more, door shutting as loud as it did the first time you left. And Wriothesley could only laugh, he wasn’t sure if he had laughed so much before his entire life. Who would have thought that the pure journalist might have a slight crush on him? It intrigued him a bit.

You were here but the only proof of your essence was in your prison statements and the teacup which you brewed tea for him. You were careful not to leave any of your documents or items around, it prevented Wriothesley from coming after you because technically he had nothing to hold against you.

However, he knew he probably would not be able to see you for some time unless you finally got the courage to come to him again. He fiddled with the empty teacup once more. Well, who knows, maybe he would finally come around to doing that interview with you, perhaps he will answer one question at a time while you brew him another cup or for a change of pace he could brew a cup for you instead. You would like sugar in yours, wouldn't you?

It seemed now he had to do his little research on you and maybe, just like you, be a little petty just to be able to see you every day during your 30-day prison sentence.

[razorblade180]

A compelling argument

Aether:Charlotte? You wanted to see me?

Charlotte:Yes! You’re right on time. You’re the perfect person to run my power point with! Please have a seat.

Aether:Okay? So I’m your audience. I can do that.

Charlotte:I appreciate it. Feel free to actively engage. Now then…

She turns on a projector to light up a backdrop she had prepared. Right off the bat, Aether was floored by the presentation’s title.

Charlotte: “Reasons Why You Should Date Me.” A comprehensive argument by yours truly!

Aether:*red* Whaaaaat?

Charlotte:*flips slide* Number one, we enjoy each other’s company. Not many listen to me the way you do or ask me so many questions! The hours always get away from us.

Aether:I’m still reeling from what this actually is. How long have you planned this!?

Charlotte:Long enough! Number two, I think you have a nice face. I like it a lot. Very charming, that face of yours~

Aether:Th-Thank you. I also think you’re very pretty.

Charlotte:I’m glad you mentioned that, because number three is right here!

The slide flips and it’s a very loving picture of Yanfei smiling while holding a big fish. Charlotte makes the same smile.

Aether:*covers face*

Charlotte:Don’t pretend you don’t see it! Everyone’s noticed. I’m totally your type.

Aether:That’s not factual. Counterpoint, Chevreuse dresses similarly to Amber and is a foodie like Keqing but I’m chill about it.

Charlotte:Denial.

Aether:What!?

Charlotte:Number four! *red* The drunk letter you wrote about wanting to see me after our first adventure. Drunk words speak sober thoughts. Though logically I’m not going to hold this one over you. For the record, I thought it was very sweet.

Aether:Well that it makes it less embarrassing at the very least. Is this the entire presentation.

Charlotte:Hold your horses. *pulls out envelope* Reason number five.

The reporter calmly puts the envelope on the table and slides it his way. Suddenly he felt like this was some sort of underhanded smuggling scheme. The envelope wasn’t actually sealed shut so he opened it easily and pulled out of many polaroids. Instantly he gasped as his face went redder than Diluc’s hair. He flipped the photo face down and swung his head towards Charlotte as she nonchalantly clears her throat.

Charlotte:An entire roll of film is essentially in that envelope from my…personal album and kamera. Anywho, I think this is a perfect place to conclude my reasonings for today. Feel free to keep that envelope in a safe place or return it. Have a fantastic rest of your evening! *scurries off*

Aether:…..

Aether:(Fontainian woman really are aggressive flirts) *seals album up*

……..

Aether:Why does this feel so heavy?

[atalante241]

About Genshin Impact and the technology of Teyvat

We get a kamera at the start of the game from Xu for the “Snapshot” world quest. In it Xu remarks that the kamera is a new invention from Fontaine.

Xu shows surprise at the Traveler knowing what it is, this supports the idea of the kamera being a new invention meaning it’s pricey and rare to have at this point. Later on, on the Traveler’s journey, we get quests to take pictures of things. This could mean that the kamera is becoming more widespread a time goes on, or just the knowledge of it.

During the 4.3 Fontinalia Festival the focus was placed of films. This was an attempt by the Fontaine Film Association to introduce films to the populace, making the main point of the festival the films produced for it.

This would give idea to films still being a new invention, as they aren’t widespread, just like how the kamera was at the start of the game which was about 3 years ago. And based off of Furina’s Character Demo “Furina: All the World’s a Stage” we can assume that the films recorded were black and white in quality. Unless, we assume that the mini-games during the 4.3 “Roses and Muskets” event were canonical in the way they showed the film quality. No noise was shown in either, but one was in color the other not.

This gives us an estimate of where — technological advancement vice — Teyvat is compared to our world. Films started becoming a thing at the end of the 1800s and start of the 1900s. Colored film started showing up around the 1930s, but became more accessible and profitable later on. Films started getting sound added to them around the mid-to-late 1920s. This gives us an estimate of around the start of the 1900s placement vice.

Now I’d like to bring up Khaenri'ah. It was heralded as “the pride of humanity” as said by Dainslief. Khaenri'ah has more than one notable scientific aspect linked to it, one of these being the “Field Tillers” aka Ruin Machines. Ruin Machines vary from “simple” Ruin Guards to a Ruin Serpent(s).

Ruin Machines seem to have been around for a while, since the Archon War even given the Ruin Hunter stored by Guizhong in a domain. This means that the technology may have been around for 1000s of years, likely being used as a defense method during the war and preserved thereafter. The knowledge of this technology didn’t spread much beyond Khaenri'ah, this showing through how the people of Teyvat started calling the Ruin Machines “Ruin Machines” after they spread globally after the Cataclysm.

Around Sumeru there exist three giant Ruin Machines called “Ruin Golems”. These were giant mecha style machines were piloted by a crew of people, and — get this — include a colored screen. By screen I mean the type of screen you’re viewing this through, footage from outside the Ruin Golem being broadcasted to the screen to allow the people piloting to see where they’re going or what they’re doing.

During the “Vimana Agama” world quest that was apart of the Aranyaka quest line we can go into the Ruin Golem in Devantaka Mountain by Port Ormos. There we can use the actual screen and see through it. This being a machine that has sat unused for hundreds of years. And its screen is still in working condition.

So, simply put. Khaenri'ah was very mechanically advanced.

BUT!

I have yet to mention the Terminal Viewfinders in Fontaine. You know, those eye ball machines you use to transfer energy to terminals in puzzles in the Fontaine Research Institute area. You know, the machines with working colored screens. Mind you this isn’t technology you’re able to find all through out Fontaine, only in certain areas usually accompanied by a researcher from the Institute. So it would be more comparable to machines found in laboratories and not accessible to common people.

But still. At the very least Fontaine is near the mechanical advancements of Khaenri'ah either a few hundred to thousands of years ago.

And I have yet to mention everything going on in King Deshret’s places in the Sumeru desert. And I’m not going to go into more than this mention because that is a headache I have yet to even get around to in game.

TL;DR Khaenri'ah was very technologically advanced to the point of hundreds of years later working colored screen technology. Fontaine is around that point with the Research Institute while normal day to day people are around silent movies in advancement, while I have no idea what’s going on with the Sumeru Desert.

[fatuismooches]

Angst idea for fragile reader who is losing memory: they start recording with a Kamera to document their memories

A recording of reader giving a basic run-down of everything, their relationships, hobbies, past, etc. A summarisation of who they were for their future amnesiac self

Zandik finds the Kamera, and the first recording is reader bidding their future self to *please* not be scared of Dottore and his segments. They are trying their best, and showing fear to them will sadden them, especially tiny Zandy

(x, x, x) Despite your failing memory, you still remember the day Dottore introduced the Kamera to you. You were so fascinated by it, enthralled with the idea that memories could be recorded and eternally preserved. So you always made it a habit to take pictures of everything and anything. However, you could have never expected you to use the Kamera in such a way. A message to your future self, because you could only imagine how lost and confused you'd be, waking up in a place like this with people like Dottore. You speak about anything and everything, nothing is too small, not when you're going to forget about it. You recount exactly how you fell in love with him in the Akademiya, your relationship, the segments, dynamics, a bunch of info on each of them, yourself, what you like, how future you will probably be extremely distressed and confused about everything.

But all you say is that they truly do love you, they want to help you, and despite the kind of people they are and what they do, you love them too. They'll probably scare you sometimes, and freak you out, but they love you. And you hope that future you can see that.

You plead to your future self, at the very least, leave Zandy out of it. He is but a child, who has nothing but warmth and love for you. At least try to return the feeling to him, and don't shun him when he seeks you out...

[immovablewill]

Interaction call! Please like this post for Sara to infiltrate your inbox with a Lantern Rite prompt! As for what the bird is doing during the event, please see below... (she's very normal btw)

That she would be allowed to remain in Liyue to experience the festivities far longer than expected was a boon Sara did not intend to waste. Thus, she had devised the following plans:

One. In the morning, she would explore the lively streets, visiting every stall and trying them, from games, small and large (particularly those massive blocks she’d spotted at the port), to snacks. This would serve as valuable research, and perhaps she could later share her findings with the Yashiro Commission.

Two. Whenever she encountered popular activities, she would join in. Sara had noticed the locals' love for the Kamera Booths, so despite being told repeatedly that her expressions were stiff or that she seemed unhappy in the photos, the Tenryou General had now accumulated at least five images of herself. They seem to have misunderstood her, anyway. Looking at the images, Sara would even insist she was rather quite pleased while taking them.

Three. Souvenirs were a must. Price mattered little as long as the items held true value and reflected the spirit of the Lantern Rite. Fortunately, she had stumbled upon a bargain: buy ten, get ten more! tea.

Four. While she longed to try every activity, the General had made it clear that gambling and chance games were off-limits. Still, she spent a few hours observing those who tried their luck with the Jade Stone guessing game.

And last, but not least,

Five. The fireworks and lanterns. Though she lacked a cherished one to share the moment with, as suggested by the festival pamphlets, Sara would still make sure to participate. It would, after all, make for a memorable experience to record, or so she hoped.

[secondsovereign]

[KAMERA BOOTH]

Liyue's streets are bustling with life and energy, crowded with visitors from all over Teyvat and perhaps even further afield, and Kokomi has taken to simply drifting with the crowds, following the flow of festivalgoers through the streets. It's a fine afternoon for a walk, and it costs her relatively little energy to simply wander unnoticed like this - today will be a good day.

Especially as the crowds have now brought her into proximity with a friend.

"Oh, Mr Yang! Happy Lantern Rite!"

With some difficulty, Kokomi extricates herself from the throng and walks over to join him by the docks. "There's kamera booths set up all along here...shall we take a photo to remember this day by?"

SO OFTEN HAS HE AVOIDED THE SEA OF CROWDS, and yet here now he walks ever calmly. Kokomi has taught him more about her world than any record amidst the sea of quanta would ever manage to do so, and yet it also provided a valuable insight into the young woman that has earned her a spot where she most deserves. There are nuances to the way she moves amidst people, calculations that run through her mind in an effort to conserve energy that seems to come to her almost effortlessly.

The Sovereign does not condemn her for this, oh no, the opposite infact, always encouraging the path of least resistance when it came to traversal, one which allowed a level of comfort for those who found themselves at odds with the endless nature of crowds and bustle. In fact, seeing the hint of a smile on her face as she revelled in the midst of what those of his home would refer to as somethin else is almost heartwarming for the elder Herrscher, moving towards the woman clad in seafoam dyed fabrics. "Happy Lantern Rite to you too, miss Kokomi." A soft and fond smile as he walks towards the photobooth with a serene air around him, taking in the taste of sea salt on the breeze and allowing his senses to drift to and from. "You've been enjoying yourself, I hope, after all, it's not everyday one finds themselves amidst such a serene atmosphere."