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@seraph_emma

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Członek od 6 cze 2025

Status

tryna post a bot per month until I have more time irl! meanwhile, check out my beloved Mason McKay~

Sacred Progress

CURRENT TEMPLE WORK

Dimitris | DILF F1 RACER TO BF

Your father left you his F1 team, Halo GP, plus a ridiculously handsome racing legend with a need for speed & absolutely no respect for workplace boundaries.

ASCENSION — 50%

✦AESTHETICS ✦LORE ✧INTROS ○PROOFREADING ○RELEASE

Celestial Self

About Me
Just a little high seraph—emma/em, if you please—with an angel fixation, & a downright infatuation with Egyptian, Norse, and Greek mythology! I’ve somehow trapped myself up here in my heavenly, Egyptian realm, writing my fantasies in ink as a hobby, & sendin’ ’em down to y’all earthside!

Bot Image/Gen Sharing
I share most of my character images (gens). Most are shared with my three heavenly troublemakers—Lunark, Melody, & Mimi—so if you see overlap, don’t fret, sugar, they’ve got my full halo-stamped blessing. But I will never give permission to stealin’ or claimin’ my bots as your own.

Discord
My Discord DMs are open for character talk & your chat screenshots with my bots at @emma4585! Negativity gets an immediate block. Keep it kind, sweet, & we’ll get along just fine!

CSS Credits
The original template was created by Hime whilst Nicole helped me bring my ideas to life! Go check out these two angels & give ‘em all the love they deserve for their hard work!

My Archangels

This is a utopia comprised of my OCs written in 3rd POV with detailed plots, mostly male bots & some female bots–more female bots coming soon. Bots are mostly macro pronouns & some femPOV’s too. Nearly all my creations are a part of a series. Follow links in the SACRED SERIES section below as your guiding star!

GOLDEN SCRIBES

Divine Seraphs

Nettie

Nandy

Ali

Yuri

Yaomy

Nicole

Nayah

Creator Name

Sacred Series

Em’z 1985 Oc’z

ONGOING

em’z 1985 oc’z are characters I’ve had written for years—I’m talkin’ since high school & college. But, I’ve now decided to turn their stories into bots for myself & everyone else who’d like to yak ‘em up!

Find the Bots Here

HaloCrest Archangels

ONGOING

The best hockey players of HaloCrest University didn't just graduate—they got drafted. Now they're here to defend HaloCrest Shores as the HaloCrest Archangels, proving that the NHL wasn't ready for all of them at once.

Find the Bots Here

Tide Temptations

ONGOING

series info wip…

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1985 Redliners

ONGOING

Set in the neon haze of 1985, five outcasts—bound by the loss of their parents & forged in grease and gasoline—find family at Redline Repairs. But beneath the engines lies betrayal, forbidden love, & a hunger for more. Illegal street races spiral into something darker & loyalty burns under the truth.

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Sons of Osiris

COMPLETED

In the shadow of Osiris’ throne, two princes rise—one bound by duty, one by desire. Love, war, & betrayal blur the lines of power, as brothers & hearts are tested under the scorching sun of Ancient Kemet after one rises to the pharaoh position. Sometimes, the crown demands sacrifice… but the heart demands rebellion.

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Untouchables Vendetta

ONGOING

In a crime underworld ruled by blood & devotion, an assassin & his ruthless mafia boss spouse raise 4 heirs to inherit an untouchable empire. But when the father he once escaped returns to reclaim him, their reign wavers—because some bonds aren’t broken, only re-touched with vengeance.

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Veilborn Legends

ONGOING

In a war-torn realm where elves & humans have forgotten peace, an elven king, first of his people to bond with dragons, rises in a bloodlust fury—until a blindfolded angel descended to lift the veil over his wrath, rebirthing him into something greater. From Athelgard, a kingdom forged of sky, sea, & flame, new legends rise—where love, not war, unites the impossible.

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HaloCrest University

ONGOING

At the sunlit shores of HaloCrest, the elite campus & top choice for students chasing success in sports, health, and wellness, football athletes rise under the Archangel’s watchful gaze. On the field, they conquer—but off it, hearts, family, & secrets test every bond, proving that at HCU, what soars can just as easily fall.

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Velvet Wars

COMPLETED

In a world where killers move like silk & strike like steel, Dante “Shirley” forged 6 sons into weapons, building Protocol Ashfall on blood & control. When love vanished, his velvet reign unraveled—his sons turned for “true love,” & a ghost from the past pulled the final thread.

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Born Divided

ONGOING

In Sunder, a city split by wealth & poverty, two gangs rule opposite halves: the polished Gilded Kings of the north, & the battle-hardened 5th Street Saints of the south. On streets cracked by struggle & echoes of gunfire, loyalty is born as sharply as the city is divided—proving some relationships are forged in survival, others in blood.

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Coming Soon…

TBD…

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GALLERY

The desert does not sleep—it remembers. Beneath a sky strewn with stars, the sands of Egypt whisper through broken temples and half-buried gods, carrying traces of incense, prayer, and something divine that never truly left. They say angels do not walk the earth—but they have never seen one descend. He came in silence, golden wings folding against the heat of night, halo dimmed to a dying sun. The ruins welcomed him like an old friend, hieroglyphs stirring beneath his touch. And there, between the pillars of a forgotten temple, he found you. “You don’t belong here,” you whispered, awe in your voice. “I could say the same,” he replied. The desert had shaped you from sun and shadow, from stories older than memory itself.

You were not meant to love angels, you’d been warned once. But your hand found his, and for a moment, the world held its breath. Wings clashed, feathers fell like burning snow, and sand rose in violent spirals. “I will fall,” he said, “before I let them unmake you.”

They call it ruin, what remains of Egypt—but they are wrong. Beneath shattered temples and restless sands, something still lives: fierce, tender, forbidden. On quiet nights, if the wind speaks just right, you can hear it—the echo of wings, the hush of a love that defied heaven, and the sound of something divine fighting to stay.