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genshin gripped me and wont let me go send help (🌱🏛️🔄⭕ & ⏳☂️🔄⭕& ⚖️🌱🔄⭕) | 🔞dni pls

i write sometimes!!! i swear!!!!

im going to try to use #camyaps + #camocs + #camwips + #camfics for anything i say/do + everything else will be tagged appropriately
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dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
ah 🌌

🔗: uquiz.com/quiz/ufSouE/what-type-of-light-are-you-psychoanalysis
an image of star light with trees in shadow at the bottom of the image cam's result: Starlight - You're rare, inspiring and eternal. Even in the darkest moments, you offer glimmers of hope to people in need, people may not always notice you at first, but when they do your presence is unforgettable. But this can lead to you being lonely deep inside. People always rely on you, you're their light in the darkest of times, but who are you relying on? You connect deeply to dreams and destiny. Deep down you suffer with loneliness, pressure to be "special" and the feeling of drifting.
May 30, 2025 at 5:33 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
i dont want to talk about it #camocs
Screenshot of Microsoft Edge tabs that say: "Hye Eunhu: HSR Bio" "Divination Commission" "Nous | Honkai: Star Rail Wiki"
March 26, 2025 at 10:15 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
i so desperately want to finish this smut mostly bc the title for it has been making me lose my shit every time i open it up please please please #camwips #camocs
Screenshot of a text excerpt. The text reads: "Hey Fi," Blaise calls out, and both Eunhu and Fiacre glance over to where she leans against a bunch of the pillows they shoved aside. Blaise looks amused when she sing-songs, "How good do you want to be for Eunhu?" "I want—" Fiacre pauses for a moment, staring at Blaise—this, Eunhu realizes, is familiar because she can also hear the questioning in the look Fiacre gives Blaise; and whatever reply Blaise gives back must be funny because they snort in amusement. "I want to be good for both of you," Fiacre says, and Blaise giggles. "Then try not to come okay? I'm going to show lumibell exactly how good you can be."
March 14, 2025 at 3:11 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
anyway . i ate a handful of chocolate and i feel like i can fight god so have a wip #camwips
Screenshot of a text excerpt. The text reads: Chizuru laughs in delight, and soon Eunhu feels herself being tugged into a tight hug. She only has a quick moment to prepare herself again, before she's tugged back from Chizuru and into Akari's arms. Strangely enough, Eunhu feels her eyes burn with tears. "Oh none of that now!" Chizuru says, shaking her head. "It's been so long, you can let loose a little bit dear!" Her smile does not waver, not when she's already turning around and tugging at Eunhu to get her to move.
March 12, 2025 at 6:18 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
fiacre and blase are disgusting i hate them so much (affectionate) #camwips #camocs
Screenshot of a google doc with text that reads: “Thank you,” Blaise says, “You’ve been working hard on these latest patents and designs they want to push through, I know you haven’t been sleeping much.” Fiacre blinks, glancing over at her with a curious expression. She noticed that huh. They didn’t mean to get caught up in their work, but if they worked hard enough through the annoying bits they could have this with Blaise: Her, looking up at them with a soft smile, dimples visible even though her usual smiles are sharper and vivid. Her, so close to Fiacre’s side that her dress brushes against them. Her, looking so happy. “It is nothing. I would rather get them done sooner rather than later. Sleep is negligible when I can spend time with you.”
February 10, 2025 at 11:45 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
this is going to rattle in my head like marbles for the next 3-5 business days . #camocs #camwips
screenshot of google doc text that reads: “Please,” She gasps quietly, when Fiacre pauses to pull back. Eunhu is faced with the glazed over look in Fiacre’s eyes, and she rolls her hips to try and coax Fiacre to touch. “I’ll let you know if I need to slow down, okay? Please.” Fiacre nods, pupils blown wide as they shift their gaze from Eunhu’s face to the waistband of her shorts. They tug them down slowly, and Eunhu lifts her hips easily enough for them to pull them down fully, and then Fiacre’s shifting a bit to settle between her legs. Eunhu props herself up on her elbows as she watches Fiacre with half lidded eyes. It doesn’t surprise her now, not anymore when Fiacre gets it in their head to be careful with Eunhu; she gets it. Being intimate is intimidating, she’s read the novels—shitty bodice rippers and all—and while they’re fun to read this is better. This: Fiacre looking up at Eunhu through their bangs, wide eyed and wholly focused on her. This: her hand running carefully through their hair as they lower their head to the softness of her belly. This: Fiacre’s voice low and heavy with want when they speak, “Can I please touch?”
December 26, 2024 at 12:10 AM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
im tweating hew like the pwincess she is #camocs #camwips
Screenshot of a google text doc: “...Blaise got you into trouble, did she not?” Fiacre sighs, though it doesn’t sound upset at all. It sounds more resigned as they look to the side. Eunhu blinks a few times and wonders if the red on Fiacre’s cheeks is a blush or perhaps it’s simply a trick of the light and their makeup. “Hey! It was an accident, Fi!” Blaise protests, letting go of Eunhu’s hands to rocket herself up from the couch the two of them were on. “Swear and honest true!” Fiacre laughs and nods, “I know. You are making amends now? Would you like to stay for dinner then, Eunhu?” Eunhu feels her heart stutter in her chest as she debates her answer. Blaise’s gaze is piercing almost when she whips her head to look at Eunhu pleadingly. Ah. She didn’t quite have her dinner plans thought out, and maybe it wouldn’t hurt too much to stay… “If it isn’t any trouble? I would love to stay for dinner.” Blaise cheers loudly, flinging her arms around Eunhu’s neck as she presses a couple of kisses to the top of her head. “Perfect, perfect! I’ll check on the wash and Fiacre can slip into something more comfortable!” “Blaise…”
December 24, 2024 at 11:56 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
im so in love with my own ocs AUGHSFHGUHHH H #camocs #camwips
Screenshot of a google docs page: Eunhu blinks, freezing as she glances down at the star chart and back to Fiacre. It’s… their own copy. From their personal library. Oh no. “Oh… wow,” Eunhu breathes, looking back down at the charts in her hands. She carefully slides them back into the envelope as she smiles. “Are you sure? This is one of your private collections, I—” Fiacre shakes their head and stands up, holding their hand out, “I promise you that it is quite alright with me. You would use them more frequently than I ever would end up doing, so please, think nothing of it.” Eunhu carefully closes the envelope and reaches to take their outstretched hand. Standing slowly, Eunhu can’t wipe the smile off her face. If Fiacre insists on her keeping them, then she will. Archons I’m in so much danger. // Senior Sixian & Malik, Fiacre gave me a star chart of Fontaine’s skies as a souvenir, and it’s in such pristine condition! It was so nice of them. Yours, Eunhu A second sheet of paper, stuck to the first with scribbled out writing. I like them so much Senior. I don’t know what to do.
December 24, 2024 at 8:04 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
ive been in genshin oc hell so have words i really like #camocs #camwips
screenshot of text that reads: Eunhu thinks maybe she did the best she could while in Fontaine, which to say is she didn’t pull the antics she pulled with Senior Sixian and instead she managed to talk to the two of them without dying, and she thinks maybe it worked out. Curious how Malik’s advice of talking really does seem to help more than hinder. The two of them were surprised, flattered even, and while those words did strike a sense of fear into her bones, the two of them did do something surprising. They said they felt something too. Something pulled them towards Eunhu that made her wonder if she was dreaming, too focused on the fact they accepted her feelings to really grasp the way Fiacre seemed too tongue tied to talk, normally the one who had done most of the talking, and Blaise was the one to really sit down and chew on Eunhu’s confession for the both of them. She told Eunhu, “Wait for us okay? There’s something we have to see first, if this really is happening.” And Eunhu would. She would, even after the three of them went and got into their finest attire—Eunhu was awed that Blaise decided for her she’d get something custom from Chioriya boutique despite the fact she would be leaving the next night—and spent the whole night talking like nothing life-changing was taking place. And even if Eunhu was a little miserable during the aquabus ride, and even with Aeval’s delightful commentary, it was worth it. If she repeats it enough times, it should be real, right? screenshot of a google doc text: “Is there some strife happening in your family, Enmei?” Eunhu’s voice is gentle when she asks the question, and the way Enmei’s eyes widen and start to water makes Eunhu nod slowly. Enmei sniffles, tightening her grip on Eunhu’s hands. Eunhu and Enmei sit at a small table, where a trio of candles sit flickering. Eunhu waits quietly as Enmei gathers her thoughts. She then sighs gustily. “They’re thinking about the marriage proposal my eldest sister got, they don’t want to send her away but it would be a great boon for us,” She explains and Eunhu hums thoughtfully. “The suitor seems so… severe, and my eldest sister is ready to do her duty, but, um… I’m scared for her.” It’s definitely a dilemma, marriage proposals in Inazuma never really are for love—it is a twisting, winding, intricate dance that Eunhu knows pretty well. The fresh sting of knowing her mother wants nothing to do with her rises up, and Eunhu pushes it down. Her Vision feels heavy, where it sits tied beneath her skirts (for now). Eunhu does not linger on the thought that rises to the forefront of her mind. Enmei needs her advice, and she is going to do her best for her. screenshot of text: “I apologize for the mess,” Fiacre says quietly, and Eunhu shakes her head, “I did not anticipate having to come back here for a bit, but Blaise is insisting on me grabbing one of her contraptions she left here. It will not take long for me to get it for her.” Fiacre gives her an apologetic smile, and then gestures to a comfortable looking couch. It’s free of mostly papers, and Eunhu carefully sits down on the couch as she takes in the room before her. “Do you spend a lot of time here anyway?” Eunhu asks, curious about the shelves across from her filled to the brim with books and other parts of machinery. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wonders what all they entail. Fiacre is quiet for a bit, the only noise between them the sound of them digging through the mess on their desk. “I try not to. It gets too stuffy in here, but it is secure enough that Blaise likes to stuff her secret projects in. I believe at this point you could call this her office instead of mine, really,” Fiacre says, chuckling. Eunhu feels her face flush at the low laugh Fiacre has. It’s nice to hear. She leans back against the cushions on the couch and hums.
December 24, 2024 at 12:46 AM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
✶ stockings hung
✶ #haikaveh, e, 1,791w
✶ the weather outside is frightful, but inside kaveh's dick is delightful. (It's the Quick Set Christmas-Slash-Holiday Episode)
🔗: ao3.org/works/61409212

#camfics
screen shot of an ao3 summary for a fic: Stockings Hung formerloverboy Summary: The weather outside is frightful, but inside Kaveh's dick is delightful. (It's the Quick Set Christmas-Slash-Holiday Episode)
December 19, 2024 at 4:41 AM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
the worms got loud #camocs #camwips
screen shot of a google doc writing wip that says: Eunhu did not anticipate her tiny miscalculation to have such… absolutely terrible consequences. She knew the signs, knew how to avoid most people she came across while she made her surface trips to Sumeru City proper, and yet what made her slip up was the desire to have a new book to read. Somehow, even if she were to still be in contact with her mother, this would end with a three hour lecture on her incompetence, and Eunhu shifts uncomfortably in her shackles. The box that holds her is cramped, and somewhere along the line they’ve gone from the inner rivers of Sumeru City up towards the cooler waters of… Fontaine perhaps? She doesn’t have her coat—a small darkly colored navy blue thing that liked to take on the form of a jeogori—with her, and with it it would be easier to feel out the water’s currents, and she shivers.
December 12, 2024 at 7:30 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
????? ?h elp??????
Screenshot of a "What AO3 Tag Are You" Quiz Results: Your Result: consensual but not safe or sane you're a little bit feral, but that's okay—you weren't socialised as a puppy. it's not your fault. you mean well!
December 8, 2024 at 4:57 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
wipuesday bc im inching closer to finishing #haikaveh magic au rraghjgvhvggggv #camwips
Kaveh's hand is warm. He shifts his head to the right and opens his eyes. Alhaitham is hunched over his bed, asleep. Their hands are tightly interlocked, and Kaveh can feel the gentle pulse of magic between the two of them. Alhaitham does not stir at all. Kaveh feels his heart drop to his stomach as his eyes flicker all over and around Alhaitham's form in search of any hint to his condition. Kaveh can't see anything wrong, but that doesn't mean that Alhaitham is completely fine. Despite there being a shortage of research on tethers and their reactions to an overly drained magic user, that doesn't necessarily mean nothing was written about them. In fact, Kaveh thinks maybe the only thing he's read is that the strain on tethering magic users back to Teyvat is what tethers have to watch out for; and for Alhaitham to look like— This, unguarded and unprepared in an unfamiliar place. This, clutching desperately to Kaveh's hand and still expending magic for his healing. This: here. With Kaveh.
October 23, 2024 at 12:58 AM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
i am delirious thinking about . this section specifically esp wrt whats happening in ch 3 ahaha [twirls hair cutely] #camyaps
have faith, friend, we've come this far yes, but how much longer 'til your luck runs out? how much longer 'til the show goes south? how much longer 'til we all fall down? you rely on wit, and people die on it, whoa
October 21, 2024 at 9:45 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
sometimes i have to remind myself i can be funny #camwips
"Argh!" Kaveh groans loudly. The small knock at his door makes him whip his head to the side to lock eyes with Alhaitham. Kaveh stares. Alhaitham raises his eyebrow curiously and also in judgment. "Nothing is working! I can't draw! I'm finished as an artist and architect!" Kaveh bemoans, flopping forward to press his face into his folded arms on his work desk, which leaves him enough silence after to brace himself for Alhaitham's rebuttal, "You have been cooped up in here for six days straight-" Kaveh makes a noise, strangled and muffled into his arms. "It's an honest miracle you haven't expired yet. Perhaps do what Tighnari's been suggesting by DuskBird text multiple times and touch grass," Alhaitham says, and Kaveh can hear the smug tone Alhaitham has at using the term; but he will not be deterred. Or rather, he's not going to let Alhaitham be correct in saying he should probably get some sun. And something green in him. Maybe a lot of sun and green things into him. Kaveh knows Alhaitham means well, and he should, in theory move a bit more than from his work desk to bed, but well- he's stuck. Mentally and creatively. "Kaveh." Kaveh does not budge. He does not make a noise either-if he stays quiet, then Alhaitham will stop seeing him and meander off to bury his nose in another one of his Fontainian bodice ripper books-hoping that Alhaitham will leave.
October 21, 2024 at 6:37 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
good morning i am so tired of where i am in this and im sure ill scrap like a shitton of this #haikaveh magic au in this chapter im working on but wahoo. progress and an oh moment!!! #camwips
Kaveh exhales shakily. The facts are there and he’s looking at an answer that somehow is more terrifying than the possibilities. Kaveh presses his hands against his eyes and pushes. The pressure is nice enough at least, and the phosphenes that pop behind his eyelids are just another method to calm the racing in his heart. It now comes down to Kaveh actually allowing this to continue—he has been fearful of the what if’s he quietly entertained in the sanctity of his bedroom and to Mehrak in a thrice password puzzle locked voice recording—and reach the same conclusion that he thinks maybe Alhaitham has been waiting on for the past… ten years? Oh.
October 21, 2024 at 11:23 AM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
uhhhhhhhhh hi . there are bits in this #haikaveh magic au im not fond of but there are also bangers in here so its allowed to stay i GUESS #camwips
“Rest. Mehrak showed up at the exact same time I was leaving the Akademyia to find you. You were… barely there Kaveh. Just—” Alhaitham pauses and Kaveh can hear the audible shake to his voice when he continues, “I would prefer it if you came back home, Kaveh.” Ah. Kaveh blinks, eyes wide. He does not manage to react in time before Alhaitham’s magic fades out and the mirage before him leaves him alone in the void. It leaves him bereft all over again. Now that Alhaitham has left him alone with his thoughts, Kaveh is already running through the things that have left him reeling. The thoughts crowd around his brain and he rubs at his face. When Kaveh pulls his hands from his face, he realizes that it comes away wet. He rubs at his face again and then it really clicks into place. He messed up something so badly when it was a simple matter of… letting Alhaitham care. His chest heaves with a sob. He lets the tears come now that he’s the only one in this sanctuary to recover his magic stores. Kaveh crying feels like it is echoing in the void he’s in, and all he wants to do is stop seeing Alhaitham’s hurt face behind his eyelids. Thought: Alhaitham cares about Kaveh, and wants him to come home. Not come back. It is a distinct turn of his phrasing and to Kaveh, he knows he’s missed things.
October 19, 2024 at 11:56 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
✶ aqua regia, saturate me (i can't get enough) 🔞
✶ #haikaveh, e, ongoing
✶ they're horny horny. and in love. (kinktober prompts from the haikaveh server's kinktober list)
🔗: ao3.org/works/59374603/
aqua regia, saturate me (i can't get enough) formerloverboy Summary: They're horny horny. And in love. (Kinktober prompts from the Haikaveh server's kinktober list.)
October 19, 2024 at 11:00 AM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
✶ quick set to match point 🔞
✶ #haikaveh, e, 5,954w
✶ kaveh might have alhaitham's jersey, but he's pretty sure alhaitham has much more than that. (his heart.)
🔗: ao3.org/works/59472394

#camfics
Quick Set to Match Point formerloverboy Summary: Kaveh might have Alhaitham's jersey, but he's pretty sure Alhaitham has much more than that. (his heart.)
October 19, 2024 at 10:21 AM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
✶ should be given thrice 🔞
✶ #haikaveh, e, 2,015w
✶ kaveh thinks the jersey trick is an incredibly effective tool, and like that saying goes: good things usually come in threes. (he's on success number two, how many more times can he get away with the same trick?)
🔗: ao3.org/works/59400286

#camfics
Should Be Given Thrice formerloverboy Summary: Kaveh thinks the jersey trick is an incredibly effective tool, and like that saying goes: Good things usually come in threes. (He's on success number two, how many more times can he get away with the same trick?)
October 19, 2024 at 10:17 AM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
✶ earnest please 🔞
✶ #haikaveh, e, 3,844w
✶ something about a man in uniform can really get guys going. so obviously kaveh has to try this out with alhaitham's jersey. (it's a resounding success. three orgasms out of five would let alhaitham fuck him again.)
🔗: ao3.org/works/59278885

#camfics
Earnest Please formerloverboy Summary: Something about a man in uniform can really get guys going. So obviously Kaveh has to try this out with Alhaitham's jersey. (It's a resounding success. Three orgasms out of five would let Alhaitham fuck him again.)
October 19, 2024 at 3:19 AM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
✶ leave the light on
✶ #haikaveh, g, 2,593w
✶ collei knows that alhaitham and kaveh's door is always open to her after a long day. she takes advantage of that. (and learns that they'll do anything for her.)
🔗: ao3.org/works/58784260

#camfics
Leave The Light On formerloverboy Summary: Collei knows that Alhaitham and Kaveh's door is always open to her after a long day. She takes advantage of that. (And learns that they'll do anything for her.)
October 19, 2024 at 2:14 AM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
ok sick now that i have things. semi organized wahoo have a NEW #haikaveh wip from a DIFFERENT fic idea that im not sure will ever see the light of day #camwips
Alhaitham observes Kaveh’s hands in a way that makes Kaveh wonder if this is a normal occurrence for him. Alhaitham’s gaze is intense, focused on the way Kaveh holds his pencils, his tools, even Mehrak and his claymore sword; and it makes for an interesting study. Is it just a quirk of Alhaitham’s that at any given moment his eyes must be focused on Kaveh’s hands or is there something else that catches Alhaitham’s notice when Kaveh’s hands are involved? Either way, Kaveh can feel Alhaitham’s gaze on his hands again as he plucks idly at the dutar he’s pulled into his lap.
October 18, 2024 at 6:48 PM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
its wipriday (wip friday) or whatever have this #haikaveh snippet for my magic au so i can say im actually using this account for writing archival purposes LOL #camwips
“I was handling it.” Alhaitham does not look impressed at the statement. Kaveh feels his jaw clench at the impassive look Alhaitham has, and he wonders if he’ll make it through this argument without losing his temper further. He doubts it, but—Kaveh thinks of the quiet mornings, the days they spent together simply existing, the look Alhaitham gives him when Kaveh is sneaky about observing him and—there’s something holding him back. He doesn’t want this to end in flames, not like their thesis project Kaveh still clings to, and not like the almost argument they had earlier with Kaveh’s shortened temper. “Oh, my apologies, senior, for interrupting you when you clearly had it under control,” Alhaitham continues on, and Kaveh clenches his fists by his sides and tries to breathe. This is Alhaitham caring, Kaveh tries to remind himself, this is an Alhaitham who is overwhelmed and had to help Kaveh out of his mess (again. again, again, and again!) and bring him back from Irminsul; Kaveh can’t blame him for the fury, right? Kaveh does not understand the vitriol, not in the slightest because isn’t it Alhaitham’s job anyway to make sure Kaveh doesn’t do anything dumb that would lead to a mess and perhaps the loss of his magic user? Isn’t that… what they are? They are simply magic user and tether. Nothing more, right…? “I did,” Kaveh insists, though his fists remain clenched and at his sides. “I managed to stop whatever overflow there was and make the area a lot safer, so, I don’t get why this is a big deal. I’m only your magic user, right?” There is silence. It stretches for what feels like forever.
October 18, 2024 at 1:54 AM
dirtycrimeboy.bsky.social
↳ cam (she/they, 25+)
↳ writing archive acc (hopefully)
↳ 🔗: drtycrmby.carrd.co
A very blurry image of a black soot-sprite looking object with googly eyes
October 18, 2024 at 12:34 AM