~Sira°•☆

halloween’s child (yes, born on october 31st. I’m literally spooky-coded and also a scorpio) .𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖

🧷 05-liner • she/her • istp

🎸 future guitar legend (still figuring out power chords tho lol)

cat lover to the grave 🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮

🍓 strawberry enthusiast (smell, taste, vibe)

🍊 The smell of oranges gives me headaches (don’t ask why, it just does)

🩶 certified atiny since 2021

I have alot of interests..

💿 i stan too many groups, but i’m mostly a boygroup stan

main: ateez, genshin impact others i’ll write for: enha, skz, twisted wonderland, visual novels, obey me etc

currently working on:

Genshin ffs

Twisted wonderland ffs

Etc.

smut (not my thing + not my strength; the thoughts/drabbles will just be mildly suggestive mostly just my freaky thoughts but no outright explicit content)

anything involving rape/non-con, somnophilia, necrophilia, minors, or animals, incest

character x character ships only (char x char with reader-insert only)

Do NOT interact with my works or me if you support: Zion*sts (Isr*el), The ugly orange man, The organization that rhymes with lice, Queerphobes, Racism (Censorship only due to safety reasons)

I’m not in any networks rn — just vibing solo for now but I would like to join some in the future

I call my readers/fans Siraberries 🍓 bc I wanted a sweet name that brings us together and bc you guys are my favs

feel free to drop in my inbox anytime! i love screaming about ideas, recs, or kpop delulu convos 🖤

Also please check out my bffs blogs @callmeyeri and @itzzhana05 and my moot @potatomountain who has some really good ffs <3

soft & spooky vibes with a mix of rockstar gf syndrome

messy group dynamics (in the best way)

reader-insert fics with (hopefully) good plot

boygroup content with heart & chaos

boundary-respecting spaces

Random girl-talk at 3am <3

A masterlist with ffs will follow after I finally commit to writing an actual ff without leaving it randomly. So stay tuned <3 (It has now been posted and is found up directly after my introduction)

pairing: Lohen x Favonius Knight!Reader

genre/warnings: suggestive language, violence, implied gore, explosive weapons, poison mentioned, unhealthy relationship dynamics if you squint, crack

contains: lohen being insane, knights of favonius reader, dead hilichurls used as decoration, anniversary gifts in the form of weapon upgrades, varka fearing for his life, aggressive flirting, “touch-starved attack dog” lohen, reader enabling him, menace x menace relationship dynamic, lohen trying to get reader off work just to spend time together, probably several violations of knight regulations

Written pre-release btw :P

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎡

notes: Whew first work for the genshin fandom posted! (I'm gonna start writing a LOT more casually in my notes now, bc it just feels to tiring to make sure my grammar is right ALL the time) N y ways I saw Lohen's trailer and WOW that man has got me on my KNEES. ooof so yup I had to write smth. Bc I wasn't ready to post a full written work, I just decided to do a smau, since those are really fun! Also banner made by me (don't mind the messy line work on Lohen I tried to line him on my tiny phone). Also sry for the ass quality of the banner for SOME reason my laptop just makes it 294208th time worse when I download it from canva. Lohen art by hoooooon1099, dagger banner from pinterest!

taglist open: @itzzhana05, @callmeyeri

City of Order

Aurora District. 07:00 Hours

The morning sun, filtered through the perpetual haze of industrial ambition, casts long, geometric shadows across the plaza. On the surface, Paradigm is a utopia built from the ashes of a war nobody remembers. Run by a benevolent government known only as The Order of Light—or TOL. An ironic name, for a place that casts such long shadows.  

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As Morianne, your life was a study in beige. You were a ghost long before Morventa learned to walk in shadows. Your official title was Junior Data Archivist for OmniCorp Solutions, a low-level firm in the Aurora District, a job so mind-numbingly dull it was the perfect camouflage. You wore sensible shoes that made no sound on the polished floors, drank nutrient-paste coffee that tasted faintly of cardboard and despair, and offered polite, forgettable smiles to coworkers whose names you never bothered to learn.

Morianne was a masterpiece of non-existence. Her posture was slightly stooped, her gaze perpetually downcast. She wore oversized, drab sweaters that hid any hint of a figure and thick-rimmed glasses that were, in fact, non-prescription. They were a prop, another layer to the costume. Morianne was the person you stood next to in an elevator and forgot before the doors opened. She was invisible, and in Paradigm, invisibility was a superpower all its own.

This morning, like every morning, the city awoke to the faces of its gods: The Eight Archs of Paradigm—ATEEZ. Their chiseled jaws and heroic glares stared out from every holoscreen, selling everything from ‘Titan-Tough’ construction materials to ‘Luminarch-Light’ breakfast cereal. At the market, a cacophony of state-sanctioned worship, their presence was suffocating.

Children in plastic replicas of the Archs’ masks chased each other, mimicking powers they couldn’t possibly comprehend. A little boy with a silver-painted ‘8’ on his cheek pretended to stop a runaway cargo drone, puffing out his chest just like he’d seen Titanarch do on the newsreels.

“Did you see Luminarch last night?” a woman gushed to her friend, clutching a shopping bag adorned with his glowing, geometric symbol. “The way he contained that plasma leak at the fusion plant? So elegant! Not a single scorch mark on the surrounding structures.”

Her friend, scrolling through a fan feed on her datapad, nodded enthusiastically. “And Cronarch’s strategy! They said he calculated the containment matrix in under four seconds. Four seconds! He’s just… a genius.”

A few feet away, an old man with a face like a roadmap of dissent, his clothes patched and worn, muttered into his collar, “Elegant way to ignore the fire that gutted three residential blocks in the Dreamers District last week. No cameras there, I suppose.”

A hush fell over the immediate area. The gushing woman’s smile turned to ice. Her eyes, moments before sparkling with adoration, narrowed into slits of suspicion. “What did you say, citizen?” Her voice was dangerously sweet. “Are you questioning the Archs? Are you one of those… Morventa sympathizers?”

The old man paled, his defiance evaporating into sheer terror. He began stammering apologies, his hands shaking as he clutched his meager bag of synth-vegetables. “No, no, of course not! A slip of the tongue. I’m just old, tired. The Archs are our protectors. Our saviors.”

The woman watched him for a moment longer, a queen passing judgment, before turning back to her friend with a dismissive sniff. The crowd, which had tensed in unison, relaxed. The incident was over. A potential thought-crime had been identified and suppressed, not by a TOL enforcer, but by a loyal consumer.

You, as Morianne, simply adjusted your glasses, your face a mask of mild, bovine disinterest, and walked on by. You were just another anonymous face in a crowd that policed itself. This was the chilling genius of TOL—the "Time of Love," they called it, a name so saccharine it was poisonous. They had turned hero-worship into a weapon, and every citizen was its willing, unpaid soldier. The city was a prison where the inmates built the walls, guarded the gates, and praised the wardens.

As you rounded the corner, the grand vista of the city opened up. In the distance, the Fevers District clawed at the sky with crystalline towers of corporate power. Below, shrouded in smog and neglect, lay the Dreamers District, a cruel irony for a place where dreaming was a luxury no one could afford.

And rising above it all, a sterile, white spire at the city's heart: the Leaders District, home to the government, the wealthy elite, and the Archs themselves. From this vantage point, the city’s rigid caste system was laid bare.

A brief, cold flicker of rage—Morventa’s rage—passed through you before Morianne’s placid mask settled back into place. A news broadcast flickered to life on a massive holoscreen on the side of a building, the triumphant fanfare announcing the Archs’ latest public appearance.

Time to go to work.

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Notes: Hey guys, just a quick note—sorry for not posting much lately. I know I’ve apologized a lot and haven’t always stuck to my promises, so I won’t make any empty ones this time. I post and write when I feel like it, just for fun, and I don’t really have a schedule—if that’s annoying, that’s totally fine.

Arc 1 ended up being only 12k words (super short for me, lol). I basically wrote it in a couple of days and split it into chapters at the end, so they’re pretty short. Arc 2 might be longer, but since I’m aiming for 4–5 arcs total, I’m not sure if the others will be long either. Arc 1 was mostly world-building, so the next arcs will focus more on relationships and character development.

taglist open: @callmeyeri, @itzzhana05, @yunhopelessromhantic