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Shida Ketzer (follows back all fiction writers) @wisteraverse.bsky.social · 13/07/2025

Nettle & Bone X AddieLaRue 👑When the chosen Empress is assassinated, 🗡️her plucky, disabled ex-GF must defeat a dysfunctional family of gods or submit to the chosen's grim fate of becoming the gods' eternal slave ❤️Forbidden Love, Hot Banter, Dark Humor #BluePit 📖 #Q #F #OV #YA #LGBT #DIS #WF #POC #ND

Pitch: When the chosen Empress is assassinated, her disabled and gutsy ex-girlfriend must triumph over a dysfunctional family of ancient gods or submit to fulfilling the chosen’s grim fate as the gods’ eternal slave and weapon against mortals.
90,000 words YA Crossover Fantasy
Comps: Damsel (2024 film)
Hannah Kaner’s Godkiller
T. Kingfisher’s A Sorceress Comes to Call
Margaret Owen’s Little Thieves

Themes & Tropes:
- Forbidden Love - Hot Banter
- Feminine Rage - Anti-Chosen
- Found Family - Second Chances
- Dark Humor - Identity
- Friends-to-lovers - Faustian Bargain
- Choosing vs. being chosen
- Dual-Timeline

Representation:
- LGBTQIA+ - BIPOC
- Mental Health - Disability
- Neurodivergence - Chronic Illness

Moodboard:
Dark fantasy Victorian vibes with purple color composition.
Top row, left-to-right: a Byronic handsome man in black, a palace, a dark figure burning in hell fire, a masked female assassin of dark complexion holding a dagger, a serpentine forest trail at night marked with red flowers.
At the center, next to a silver plume, is the text: “This world, my dear, is the slaughterhouse of noble ideals.”
Bottom row, left-to-right: a dark gaslit street, a gaslit city blanketed in coal smog at night, a young woman in a Victorian gown, wrought-iron gates opened to a foreboding foggy estate in the dark, a trail of red petals leading to a dark stone temple gate.

Excerpt:
A gaunt mouse nibbled greedily at a stale bread roll left on my lunch tray. I didn’t have the heart to give her a name as I might lose her too.
The lingering scent of mud and mildew hung in the air, a long-forgotten tomb. I clenched my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering. The bed’s cast iron rods dug into my ribs through the thin mattress. The medications I was forced to swallow left a cotton taste in my mouth and a dull ache in my skull. The faded floral pattern of the peeling wallpaper was my only reminder of life beyond these walls.
I pulled the threadbare blanket tighter around my body, hugging my knees to my chest. It did little against the chill creeping into my bones. The raging blizzard had transformed the courtyard into a churning white sea, rattling the broken window shutters hanging askew. At least no screams echoed through the halls today.

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Millie Sun @milliesun.bsky.social · 14/07/2025

When the chosen is assassinated! 🔥🔥

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Ryan (is Querying ✉️) @ry-is-writing.bsky.social · 13/07/2025

That is a BANGER of a quote! I'm down for disaster god fam.

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