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seraph
@saintedseraph.bsky.social
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23 🗡️ she/they🌙 ace queer 🪐 jewish, pro-palestine
i write fantasy horror space operas with queer romance!
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but what happens when the prophet flirts with the heretic instead...

#writingcommunity #saturdark
A screenshot of a snippet that reads: I kneel beside them and touch their chin until they look at me. “I have faith, heretic,” I say, and they turn their head from me, a foolish pang of regret crawling between my ribs. “You weren’t what I thought you would be.” “How so?” they ask. “I expected cruelty,” I answer. The heretic looks to me with that, near enough that the breath of their words meets my cheek. “Would it be easier for you to hate me if I were cruel?” “Yes,” I say, “but I prefer the bite of gentle [wolves].”
February 9, 2025 at 1:21 AM
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just some angsty prophet ruminations, as a treat!

#Saturdark
A screenshot of a snippet overlaid on a black and white photo of space. The text reads: Would death in the tongue of a star’s flame be so horrific? This I’ve wondered as I stretch my fingertips beyond the false atmosphere of the derelict cathedral I am shackled to, as frost calcifies across my skin and glints radiant beneath the moon. Would that not be a holier fate than to burn on a cross for the gods who exiled mine?
January 25, 2025 at 8:45 PM
saintedseraph.bsky.social
🗡️ joan of arc in space
🕯️ doomed romance angst
🪐 a holy war against corrupt gods
🌙 chronic pain rep
✨ queer enemies to lovers
🥀 an immortal heretic falls in love with a prophet intent on martyrdom
👁️ a monstrous plague spread by infectious brain runes

#YouDeservePit #WIP #A #SF #F #R #H
A black and white photo of stars with torn paper graphics overlaid. The papers have sketches of a gothic cathedral window, a skeletal torso, and a skull. The top paper features a snippet that reads: As I peer into the domain of my imprisoned divine, what consumes me is not hope. It is the knowledge that I would serve my people far more as a martyr lost to the stars than a prophet locked in a tower, and perhaps I should be the cosmic cradle to birth an astral rebellion. But, always, the fear: how many would die?
January 24, 2025 at 10:00 PM
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A resurrected prophet allies with an undying heretic to wage holy war on the gods oppressing her people, but as divinity falls one by one, she develops feelings for the heretic she can never trust, and a monstrous plague bursts from the bodies of the living.

#YouDeservePit #WIP #A #SF #F #R #H
A black and white photo of stars with white text overlaid in a gothic font that reads: Apotheosis.
January 24, 2025 at 5:00 PM
saintedseraph.bsky.social
JOAN OF ARC x BLOODBORNE

a fantasy horror space opera about a resurrected prophet and the undying heretic who falls in love with her as they destroy the gods together (and also the monstrous plague beasts born from the skulls of the living).

#YouDeservePit #WIP #A #SF #F #R #H
The background is a black and white photo of stars. At the top, are double four-sided stars, and at the bottom a single star. In white text reads: “This darkness burns with the pyres of endless stars, an icon of battlefields across the motherworld. When the fighting ends, and a small, wretched victory is spit from the gnashing teeth of holy war, the blood-churned soil is staked with crosses and the dead are impaled and set ablaze by the alchemy of an Irzirite priest or a Dyrthian witch.”
January 24, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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a writing update thread for APOTH! ✨🌙🪐

— at 22k of at least 100k
— JOAN OF ARC x BLOODBORNE
— a fantasy horror space opera about a prophet and the heretic who falls in love with her as they destroy the gods (and also the monstrous plague born from the bodies of the living)
A black and white photo of stars with torn paper graphics overlaid. The papers have sketches of a gothic cathedral window, a skeletal torso, and a skull. The top paper features a snippet that reads: As I peer into the domain of my imprisoned divine, what consumes me is not hope. It is the knowledge that I would serve my people far more as a martyr lost to the stars than a prophet locked in a tower, and perhaps I should be the cosmic cradle to birth an astral rebellion. But, always, the fear: how many would die?
January 22, 2025 at 8:08 PM
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APOTHEOSIS is a fantasy horror space opera with gothic vibes and queer romance. Vitoria (she/her) is our narrator, a resurrected prophet to a persecuted people. Maroth (they/he) is her love interest, a powerful and heretical alchemist who seeks the destruction of the gods.
A black and white photo of stars with white text overlaid in a gothic font that reads: Apotheosis. A black and white photo of stars with white text that reads: A holy war blazes on Vitorael of Noctael’s planet. The High Heretic, whose betrayal of Vitoria’s god led to her people’s exile, now sieges against divinity itself. Citadel after citadel is razed by his hand, but with each battle, Noctists remain entirely unharmed, and the faithful’s hatred toward them festers. Soon, violence ruptures, and Vitoria is killed for the false belief that her people ally with the heretic. Resurrected by her imprisoned God, Vitoria awakens as a prophet with divine power, a threat the exiler gods cannot tolerate. She is imprisoned far from her people, but as a monstrous plague emerges, the High Heretic comes to Vitoria with an offer: she will lend her strength in this war, and he will restore what Noctists once had. But as Vitoria begins to care for the heretic she can never trust, his feelings for her burn with an intensity that threatens the victory they’ve fought so hard for, and even as the gods fall one by one, a far greater threat infests her world. Graphics overlaid on a black and white photo of stars. At the top, text reads: Vitorael of Noctael. 24, she/her, bi. On the left, a snippet reads: I lift my tunic to reveal the twisted scar bisecting my ribcage, where a sword scraped along bone until it severed my spinal cord. This I know because my mothers embalmed me before my resurrection. “My people buried me,” I answer. On the right, bullet points read: prophet of the star of death, chronic migraines, compassionate, possesses her god’s magic, self-sacrificial, holier than thou (literally), dedicated to her people, anger numbed by exhaustion, yearns for martyrdom, receives divine visions. At the bottom, a snippet reads: In the quiet, I have nothing to distract me from the ache in my skull. I bury my fingertips into the muscles stretched across my occipital bone, knowing full well I’ll only leave bruises. My stomach tightens, lungs contract, and the inescapability of what has haunted my heels since childhood grips me by the throat. How can I be what my people need when there are days I can’t even leave my bed? Graphics overlaid on a black and white photo of stars. At the top, text reads: Maroth, the High Heretic. 1,000, they/he, bi. On the left, a snippet reads: They smile, incisors glinting in the soft candlelight. “Your captors didn’t tell you?” they ask, a laugh like a hymn beneath their words. “I killed Arusza three nights past. I would show you the god’s head, but I sent it with an Irzirite priest as an offering to his master.” On the right, bullet points read: betrayer of the star of death, callous smile hides a heavy heart, dedicated to destroying the gods, power is second only to divinity, arrogant, protective, curious. At the bottom, a snippet reads: The mythologies of him are not gentle. Whether from the lips of my people or the faithful, they weave him into a monstrous thing maddened with the destruction of divinity. Profane pacts with beasts, a heart sacrificed to a witch, followers vivisected in alchemical ritual, all in the pursuit of unlocking a deity’s death. We are warned endlessly against his temptations, that he lies with honeyed tongue, that he will lead you from your faith with only a word.
January 22, 2025 at 7:42 PM
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made a fun playlist post for APOTHEOSIS on the other socials, and thought i’d share a few slides here!

#writingcommunity
A black and white photo of stars with a graphic overlaid that looks like Spotify’s now playing screen. As the song it reads: Apotheosis. As the artist: The Playlist. A black and white photo of stars with a graphic overlaid that looks like Spotify’s now playing screen. The song is You are what you fear in me, by Banshee. A black and white photo of stars with a graphic overlaid that looks like Spotify’s now playing screen. The song is Eternal, by Mallavora. A black and white photo of stars with a graphic overlaid that looks like Spotify’s now playing screen. The song is Charcoal Grace IV: Give Me Hell, by Caligula’a Horse.
January 22, 2025 at 4:54 PM
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shared this snippet over on ig, and thought i’d put here too, since it’s one of my favorite lil tidbits that i’ve written recently! 🪐✨🌙

#writingcommunity #writesky
January 16, 2025 at 6:41 AM
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A resurrected prophet allies with an undying heretic to wage holy war on the gods oppressing her people, but as divinity falls one by one, she develops feelings for the heretic she can never trust, and a monstrous plague bursts from the bodies of the living.

📖 #BluePit #W #A #F #H #SF #Dis
The background is a black and white photo of stars. At the top, are double four-sided stars, and at the bottom a single star. In white text reads: “This darkness burns with the pyres of endless stars, an icon of battlefields across the motherworld. When the fighting ends, and a small, wretched victory is spit from the gnashing teeth of holy war, the blood-churned soil is staked with crosses and the dead are impaled and set ablaze by the alchemy of an Irzirite priest or a Dyrthian witch.”
January 14, 2025 at 12:40 AM
saintedseraph.bsky.social
i'm seraph! i write fantasy horror space operas with queer romance, enemies to lovers, the most Angst, chronic illness rep, and so many martyrs. here, you'll find snippets, wip updates, writing-related rambling into the void, and a plethora of aesthetic graphics!
The background is a black and white photo of stars. At the top, are double four-sided stars, and at the bottom a single star. In white text reads: “This darkness burns with the pyres of endless stars, an icon of battlefields across the motherworld. When the fighting ends, and a small, wretched victory is spit from the gnashing teeth of holy war, the blood-churned soil is staked with crosses and the dead are impaled and set ablaze by the alchemy of an Irzirite priest or a Dyrthian witch.”
January 14, 2025 at 12:02 AM