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Fanfiction Idea...

Would some people be interested in a Those about to die Fanfiction if its taking out Cala but instead giving Tenax the daughter of a pompeji consul, who is dead, to his side? Just a hypothetical question...

I have way too many FF ideas for this fandom... <3

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“Hey, let me just make small notepad for my new OC”

Continues to write a whole character sheet.

“But you didnt add to much drama,right?”

“Right?”

I hate being an author with too much drama and too many hyper fixations…..

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Rules:

✨ Be 18+ to submit due to the heavy topics of the show! There shouldn’t be any minors on this page!

✨NSWF is allowed and has to be clearly labeled

✨Please add the shipping your looking for in your submit!

Canon Characters = CC

Original Characters = OC

F = Female

M= Male

For example: FCCxMCC , FOCxFCC and so on!

✨ Add a short description about your writing Stil and what you expect from your partner also an age range!

✨Be respectful and nice!

✨Just like a post if you’re actually interested

✨Add an emoji at the bottom so I know you’ve read the rules

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TW: SA for the Backstory! Mention of war & death

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Template by: @youngmrclaus

(strangely there was no credit on the copied version, lmk if i should change the post somehow!)

This show has me in a chokehold, so why not use my mind useful and create a big character sheet?

If you’d like to RP with her or ask her a question, just hit me up :)! Only requirement: be 18+, due to the heavy topics of the show and possibly an RP! If you’re interested in an RP but doesn’t want to write first, just hit the comment button <3

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Hi! Just saw your blog and I think your writing is wonderful, along with your works for Merante and odette!! Tbh they're so under-rated so I couldn't find any first on them, so it made me really happy to see your work!! Also, since it wasn't mentioned, do you take requests??

Hey, im sorry I never knew this window existed 😂 Sure! I’m gladly taking requests and write some OS for them! 🫶🏻 just hit me up :)

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Spoiler for the final of S 1 Hazbin Hotel:

My personal opinion about Alastors Deal:

So firstly with who is the deal: I personally stay with the whole „It’s Lilith“- Fans.

But I also believe that this deal was made way earlier than most people expect, cause I believe it was pretty shortly after Alastors arriving in hell.

He made a deal with Lilith, where he received power from her.Power to overthrow the other overlords and widen out his power. Without her, he’d have never been able to do any of this. But in return he had to pay with:

A) his soul

B) the ever present job to keep Charlie safe. No matter the cost.

C) he can receive his full power just in a fight against other overlords or when Charlie is actively endangered.

I honestly have no idea what happened to Alastor during their 7 years disappearing but I personally liked the thought that Lilith basically „banned“ Alastor from the pride ring in hell, before she went to heaven, cause she was scared of the influence he had received in hell. When Charlie started to build the hotel though, Lilith send him back, knowing the disaster that was most likely to follow the whole „redemption“ plan. (This part is obviously grabbed from far away is full of holes so this part is simply an AU)

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A deal with a demon

This is an absolute sleep deprived OS I wrote. I needed someone who looked after Alstor, after fighting against Adam. So why not someone from his past? (Note: I’m not an expert of the Fandom nor its rules)

Darcy was none of them. She did own as many souls as the Vees together, but her interest lay somewhere else. She made deals with demons and sinners who had no other way out. While she gave them a save place to live, they promised their loyalty to her and a favor, if ever needed. She and her “customers” lived at the border of the Pentagram, far away off enough to be unbothered by other overlords and she kept to herself, not bothering them. It was a loophole that made her quite unpopular among the others but no one dared a fight at her border of the city.

It was quite in her huge studio, there were no other demons and she sat on her couch, a big bottle of booze in her hand. Her black dress was draped over the soft cushions. Her window offered a view which was wide enough to see up to the “Hazbin Hotel” This huge building outside the city that was build up there a few months ago by the little spawn of the devil herself. Darcy had… followed this little project for quite some time now and one question was especially interesting to her:

Why the fuck Alastor let this shit happen?

Darcy and Alastor went back as long as he was down here in hell. When he came to hell, a poor sinners soul with no way to go, she picked his sad being up from the street and propped him up. The two formed a deep bond that kept them together, until Alastor made… a questionable decision. He sold his soul to the queen of hell. Lilith herself.

It took Darcy weeks to figure out, what he had to do in return and what he got out of it. He told her one evening, when they sat together in front of a sweet little fireplace with some cheap booze bottles. Back then, Alastor was different. He was more open with her and she could see easily behind his smile. That was all before Lilith.

He told her about his plan. Using the power that Lilith gave him, to defeat the other Overlords and getting himself the position in hell, he deserved. According to him. She tried to stop him, to come back to his mind and realize that this was not the price he should be paying for it.

He didn’t listen.

Alastor was not a sinner that listened.

He would never listen.

When Alastor took down the first overlord their bond start to break. He started to isolate himself from her and suddenly, there was no bond at all.

In the sky over the hotel, the first exorcist appeared and they started their attack. Silently she opened the bottle and poured her first Glas full of alcohol. Her black lips nipped from the cold liquid, while she leaned further back. “Good luck” she sighed under her breath and took another big gulp.

Before he left her home for the final time, she gave him one last present:

The cane, that made him to who he was. The Radio demon.

She gave him a tool, that gave him the power to concentrate his power and use it far more controlled. She gave him the power to be who he wanted to be and to broadcast his voice out to hell.

It was her last will for him. She never agreed with his plans but she knew better than to try and stop him. It was far more in her will to give him a tool to made sure he’d survive.

She watched as the black sphere, clearly Alastors Magic, built up around the hotel, killing a bunch of exorcists at this magic border. “You’re fighting back…” her voice said in a low tone while she got up to walk up to her window, so she’d fell closer to the scene. It was strange, seeing angels dying on hells ground but it was very well true and real.

Before Alastor disappeared seven years ago, he came to her place one last time. This time, he was totally different. Proudly he stood in front of her, his wide grin seemed genuinely this time, his fingers tapping on the canes head. He told her, he’d be gone for some time but he was thankful for her help in the past. “I never meant to harm you.” He had told her honestly. “But I had to do something that was bigger than you” This time, he gave her a charm, shaped like a moon. Something to keep her safe. Till this day, she didn’t know if it had any effect or if it was something nice to look at. “This broadcast will end now”, then he disappeared for a good seven years.

Years went by and his influence in the city was diminished. The Vees took over the mainstream medias with their TVs and Alastors name became nothing more than just a name on a list. Till he returned. For Lilith daughter. That’s when Darcy made the connection herself. That was Lilith part of the deal. Her little spawn would be kept safe, by Alastor.

Her long, slim fingers gripped the glass harder as she watched Adam, the first man, destroying Alastors Shield with just a few moments. For the next few minutes, Darcy was doomed to watch the beams of light and shadow fly from the hotel through the red sky. She knew that Alastor had no chance. He was still a sinner. And Adam he was… different.

Darcy never saw Alastors full power and if she was honest, she was sure Lilith had a plan for this as well. Maybe she limited his power, as long as her spawn wasn’t endangered? Maybe he simply didn’t knew how to use it? Darcy never had the chance to ask. Her white iris followed every single of the beams piercing the sky.

She had turned around to pour herself another glass, the bottle already in hand, when it suddenly happened. A sharp, piercing pain shooting through her body. Making her cry out in pain, while her grey skin became even paler. Her knees gave in and hit the floor hard, her black dress laying around her like a puddle of pure darkness. Her body was hunched forward, while she gasped for air. She heard the bottle break next to her on the ground and she felt the cool liquid running through her fingers.

It took her some minutes to get back to her senses. This kind of pain… it could only mean. “Alastor…”, without thinking any further she knew he had lost this battle, without his cane… she fought herself back on her feet, the pain slowly disappearing again. With a simple snap of her fingers, her slim figure became the shadows themselves and allowed her to travel way faster through the city.

Just a few seconds and she appeared in her full persona again, behind the huge hotel. The bodies of angel lay on the floor, while others were still flying around, screaming commands to each other. But Darcy didn’t care. “Alastor!”, she yelled out before she started to run around. There were huge holes in the grounds, clearly a fight was happening around her. Every other moment there was the sound of cracking wood and stone, the foundation of the hotel was shaking.

She followed her gut. She was connected to the cane, it was a part of her. Minutes went by. Minutes in which she was running around, sometimes disappearing in the shadows to flee from some fucked up exorcist demon. The hotel, by now quite some distance away from her, collapsed in itself. The dream hotel of hells spawn was not more than ruins. Darcy watched the scene from her stand on a hill made of dead bodies and destroyed parts of the hotel. The pressure reached even her and the dust took her sight for a second, forcing her to shield her eyes with her hand. Parts of the former hotel flew through the air and past behind her position. They landed with a loud crash and between it all, the rests of an „on air“ sign flickered between the wood and stones.

“Shit… Alastor!”, she finally saw him. He was walking away from the hotel and up to the ruins of his radio tower. She saw the blood dripping from his body, forming a trail behind his steps. „Al!“ Darcy climbed from the hill down to him, finally being close enough to him, to speak in a normal voice, without screaming.

Alastor finally heard his name being called and he stopped in his motion. His head turned to her, his body still facing away. A silence set between the two, while the noises of a final fight were audible in the distance.

„What are you doing here?“, Alastors voice had lost his radio tune, instead she heard his real voice. He pronounced the „you“ unusually hard, nearly with a tone of disgust. „What are you doing, Al? Fighting Adam? Are you trying to die? You knew you had no chance with the deal you made. You… heavens you’re hurt“, Darcy didn’t wait for an answer, instead she stepped closer to see his wounds better. Alastor let out a choked chuckle and his smile seemed even more forced than normally, while his body turned towards her. For a second he closed his eyes „I don’t need your aid, darling“, he finally brought out these couple words, while looking at her face.

She shook her head softly „you don’t need it but I’m offering to help you Alastor.“, she said more stern and looked into his eyes, she seemed genuinely worried. „your deal… this was no part of it. Fighting Adam is not in your power as long as the spawn of hell is not actively endangered and you know that. You have to step back from them Alastor. Step back from the deal as much as you can.“, another chuckle from the hurt demon followed her words. It was a low chuckle, one that announced a dangerous decision.

„Step back? Darcy I’m so close! They think I sacrificed myself, for them! Can you imagine? I can control this Darcy!“, Alastors lay his hands on her shoulders and just kept on talking, while blood was pouring from in between his grinning teeth. His eyes turning to the dark red color that never meant something good. “I can control everything! I just… I need to find a back door! I need to get out of this contract and take control! I can take control!”, the sentence we’re interrupted by his maniac laughter and his sharp fingers basically buried into her skin.

Darcy looked into his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “Alastor. This thinking got you into this mess in the first place!”, she tried to reason with him, even though it was useless and she knew it already and yet she felt the need to try. “Then help me, Darcy! Stay with me this time! We can do it! The two of us, we can control it all.”, she saw the horns on his head growing, his eyes nearly blood red and he leaned over her. She bit her lip hard. The demon of night and the Radio demon? They were capable of more than she’d like to admit.

“Alastor. If I help you. We do this together, do you understand?”, it was her only reason for agreeing. She was scared for Alastor, her former friend. It was her only motivation: keep him safe just like she did years ago. His grin widened even further. “Oh this will be so much fun! So we have a deal?”, he leaned in further into her.

“We have a deal.”, she simply answered. And they shook hands.

She was blinded by him. Just like the last time. She had no idea, what this deal meant. And his cane, just like nothing ever happened, was back in one piece. His voice thick again with the tune of the radio voice, she had given him. The next word were full of promises for Darcy. And it scared her.

“Hell will be ours.”

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Some Stills of My Newest Merdette Edit and the Headcanons to each:

I hope That tomorrow you act with a little more dignity:

When Odette and Merante were younger they often went to the Pub. It was a time of freedom for them. Odette went earlier than Louis and it was her time to dance as her mind made her. She danced careless and wild, far away from any kind of judgement.

It was a late evening when Louis discovered her. He went to the Pub out of interest and out of boredom but something pulled him her. He watched her and was even more amazed by her dancing in the pub, than he was at her dancing in the Opera. It felt more real. More personal. Like he had just seen the most vulnerable version of Odette. It wasn’t her fault when someone drunk let his bottle fall and Odette stepped on hit. It was a simple reaction to catch her and yet she stared at him, his hand wrapped around her waist. He smiled shyly at her and said one simpel sentence: “I hope that tomorrow you act with a little more dignity”

2. You have the lightness of a depressed elephant!

It was the thing these two heard the most in their time as younger students. It was the same thing their teacher would say, whenever Odette missed a step, Merantes hands were on the wrong spot of their dance didn’t vibe the right way. It was a habit when these two used this sentence.

3. You dance with right here…

Merante had often watched Odette fail. Not in a bad way, it didn’t made her a bad ballerina but in a way that was human. A way that after a long of studying her lessons the next morning weren’t perfect. It happened, that Odette forgot why she was dancing or even how to dance. Not because she couldn’t more in a way of her body couldn’t remember. He sighed lightly and always went to her after a few miserable tries. He kneeled in front of the young woman, tears in her eyes. “You know why you dance and how.”

“I can’t remember”

“You can. You dance with right here”

4. After ten years of cleaning you pick stuff up

It was the standard sentence when employees asked the cleaner how she knows so much about dancing. About choreographies, the music even the costumes. She never told them, never wanted to see pity in their eyes. Odette tried to calm them down with this sentence. She knever knew anything out of her past, she had always picked it up over the years.

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The best thing of all:

A small Odette X Merante One-Shot

Authors Note; Also Posted on Ao3 Under the same title, now have fun while reading!

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The opera went silent hours ago. Odette didn’t react, when Madame Le Haut told her, that she lost her job and with it her home. She just watched as the carriage slowly disappeared in the dust of the Parisian morning. The wind picked up and a few dark leaves made a small noise while flying over the pavement. Odette couldn’t tell how long she stood there, staring into emptiness, with the hope of Fèlicie returning to her. But nothing happened, the street stayed silent and Odette was left alone. It was an odd feeling as if her dream was taken with Fèlicies, the last straw of her future as a dancer. She has seen herself as the young girl. Seen herself train for weeks alone in the opera, every night she got better. The women really did hope, that the girl could live her dream. No one came by and a time went by, that Odette couldn’t specify, it felt like her world stopped turning.

The jacket that someone laid on her shoulder felt heavy like it was suffocating her. She already had lifted her hand to remove the jacket, when a firm voice stopped her. “You're ice cold. It's okay, come on we will warm you up.”, Merantes Voice didn't allow any resistance. He took her hand and let it slip around his arm, so he could lead her inside. The former dancer just let it happen. The heavy jacket, his warm hand on hers, and his calm voice told her to sit down on a soft sofa inside the opera. She realized all of that and yet she just stared into the flames that Merante had sparked. Odette watched the flames dance in the fireplace, while Merante sat down next to her. They stayed silent for quite some time and even when she was warm, she kept on his jacket. It smelled like Merante and deep inside her, she knew how calming this affects her.

“She will be fine.”, his voice sounded like he really believed it. Like he believed that she would be happy outside of the Opera. “She's like me...”, the man looked up at her but didn't say anything for quite some time. Odette saw his small nod and how his gaze went back to the flames. “That's why I know. That she will be fine.”, he said quietly but didn't add anything else to his words. Merante brought her back inside, it was a former fitting room with two huge windows watching over the houses of Paris. An old rug filled the floor and the couch was tangible older with a feeling of dust whatever one would touch.

“You can stay with me.”, it was the first time that Odette truly looked at Merante. He hasn't moved his gaze away from the fire while saying these words. She noticed once again how much older he looked, since the last time they danced. He didn't age badly, instead, he seemed to have kept his graze and his pride. Their teacher once said that they were the perfect contrast for each other. Now was the first time she really agreed. “I don't want to stay at your house.”, she replied with a small voice. Odette still felt weak but yet she didn't look away from his profile. “Why? I have a huge house, with enough rooms to fit you in there five times.”, he replied seriously and that was when they looked into each other's eyes for the first time since he watched her dance on the stage. “We already talked about this, I don't want to...”, she responded once again, her voice still gentle and warm even though she felt completely different. His eyes were soft and filled with worry while hers looked tired and alone like she has lost her last affection. Merante sighed and leaned back against the soft cushions. It was clear that had didn't want to fight her today. They both looked defeated after this day. Both of them grew feelings for Felicie and she seemed to become the closest the two ever had to a daughter.

“Then stay here. I know you like it here and I will take care of it. The attic has a lot of room, the old training room isn't used anymore.”, she knew why he suggested exactly this room. It was their room. In the room, the two would meet up and train for hours, laugh, listen to music, and sometimes she would play the piano for him. All of these memories were kept locked up in the room. It was their safe place.

The woman sighed silently but then she slowly nodded. It was the best offer she could get. “Good, I will take care of it immediately.”, the man got up and smoothed his shirt stores. He looked at her from his standing position, his jacket still over her shoulders. Instead of taking his jacket, he stepped up to her and leaned down to her. He looked into her eyes and found the small glance of something unspoken in them. He closed his eyes and placed a kiss on her forehead. It was light and filled with affection. “Keep the jacket as long as you want. You know where to find me.”, that's when he straightened his back and nodded one last time. He stepped to the door and looked one last time at Odette. “I will stay here. I promise.”, with that he opened the door and as fast as he had appeared for Odette, he was gone.

It took over a week for his jacket to return to his fitting room, it was needles folded and ironed. The small hole on the sleeve was sewed and in the breast pocket was a small Paper.

“I'm not going to leave either, I have no reason to. So you have to stay as well. You know where to find me for a cup of tea Louis.”, Merante smiled at the note. She barely used his first name and even in writing it sounded nice to him. “I haven't seen you smile like this for quite some time.”, Rosita noticed, she was there to pick up something for her costume.

“Sometimes good things happen to everyone, Rosita. Even to me.”, he replied and folded the paper again, to put it back in its place over his heart. “What could be so good?”, she asked confused. “The best thing of all.”, he didn't explain more. That was it. That's what Odette was to him.

The best thing of all....