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[ruddyhotelau]

Okay, now that I know I can write songs, can I get to know what songs are in this, and also when they take place and who sings them

Hmmmmmmmmm, lemme think

Oh and this is like follow the flow of time

- Season 1:

+ Stayed gone (Alastor, Vox) (Vox lead robot bug into Alastor's territory and start hologram tv to start the song, Alastor be able to trigger Vox so Vox shut down the hotel, but then Vox laugh and be like "Don't be so full of yourself", he then use his power to recharge the hotel and transfer that power to Alastor's territory and break the electric there instead, Vox sing the last line and laugh while Alastor in the end kinda feel amusing by Vox's sudden gaining power "Very interesting")

- Season 2:

- Loser, baby (Valentino, Baxter)

- Hell's greatest dad (Vox, Michael)

- More than anything (Emily, Michael)

- Welcome to Heaven (Charlie, Lilith, Saint Peter)

- You didn't know (Emily, Charlie, Lilith, Eve, Vaggie) (Charlie didn't get to be in the trial that day, she kinda overheard stuff and bust in)

- Out for love (Lute, Camilla) (Lute have a cold war with Emily when the truth come out and now she conflict about her reason to fight so Camilla tell her to fight for love is stronger than fight for revenge)

- Ready for this (Emily, Zeezi, Vox, Giant reptiles) (Vox lead Emily to Zeezi to ask for help from her Giant reptiles army, Zeezi said if she wants to borrow her army Emily gotta convince them herself, she be able to by show them her strength and confident and able the fact they got to harm angels fr, Zeezi was damn suprised that in the beginning her army was laughing at Emily and even mocking when she started to sing but now they even sing along cause at first Zeezi thought Emily gonna fail but this just- damn)

- Finale (The hotel, Michael)

[ruddyhotelau]

I asked because I am writing a Lackadaisy's story together with @stupendouspizzacomputer, @hfdugd53574----9647755 and @hopefulsweetssoul.

The story I'm making it's One of the prequels of @stupendouspizzacomputer's story.

I wanted to ask you guys if I could use some of your Characters to make them play the part of the villains (for example Alastor, Husk and Niffty could be the real Leaders of the Marigold Gang) or the part of the supportive characters (for example Charlie and/or Lilith could be the Guardian Angels that help and protect the Main Character of my story).

That's the reason why asked you of i could use some of your Characters for my story.

Like I said in my latest questioni, you guys are free to decide if to accept my request or if you guys dont want to.

After all', these are your Characters, you are the ones to decide if I can use them or not.

I Just wanted to tell you This.

Ohhhhhh I see. Then please give us credit then yea you guy good to go✨✨✨

Oh and have fun with your writing too🔥🔥🔥

[ruddyhotelau]

Can I make song lyrics form this AU? Like ones from original but change them to fit this AU

Sureeeeeeeeeeee!! We really want to see the end result! Ofc if ya let us only >=333

[ruddyhotelau]

can you tell us more about Cain and Abel like that ship you had planned for one of them or is that recycled

Ohhhhh... About the ship, yea... I would love to tell but ughhhh the way they interact can be trigger as a major spoiler for our project so not for now... But I think it not gonna be that- that harm. We ship Abel and Alastor aka RadioSheep - which kinda not like anything you have in your mind. It's kinda like manipulate x manipulate but one is old, tired and chill while the other just being a creep and feel the other intriguing, make him very curious.

Let just say their relationship is like a tango, which both parties try their best to step on each other's foot but somehow the tango didn't feel messy but kinda works amazingly together. They both manipulated, powerful and mysterious, two mastermind that love to play with each other's brain because they're bored.

This is a Hanahaki plot I wrote for them longgggggg time ago. (I figured this'll help you guy to understand the dynamic between these assholes better) Hanahaki's like when you have a crush on someone, the love become so big and you start to have flower grow in your lungs which kinda results in you die in the end. There are only two way to get rid of it, your crush return your love or you have a surgery, get rid of the flowers but this also means lost all the feelings you have toward the other.

So this is when Abel is having Hanahaki and Alastor find out.

It was a warm, sunny noon in Alastor’s secret garden. They had just finished discussing the clues they had gathered about Adam and were preparing lunch. At least, that would have been the case if Abel hadn’t refused the invitation.

“So cruelly rejecting my invitation? That’s quite unlike you, Abel.”

Alastor smiled cheerfully, tilting his head slightly, his eyes filled with pure curiosity. Tch, that damn deer was being nosy again. Abel sighed, lazily leaning back in his chair as he slowly lifted a cup of fragrant rose tea to his lips, taking a small sip. Still as refined as ever, just the right temperature he liked. The familiar taste helped ease the knot of tension in his chest.

At least until the sharp pain in his lungs twisted again, reminding Abel of the existence of that damned illness. He wished he could discard this body, so he could forget that accursed love. Or rather, so he wouldn’t have to truly forget it…

How laughable. The first murderer in human history had fallen in love with a brat who hadn’t even wiped his nose clean yet - his current partner, Alastor.

And the nosy deer sitting right across from him.

“Whatever the case, it’s not something you need to meddle in, dear Alastor.”

Abel replied emotionlessly. He truly didn’t have the time to play a game of cat and mouse with the deer in front of him. Last time they had dinner together, Abel had nearly lost control and vomited out the parasites insides his lungs. Roses - Alastor's favorite flowers, and also the cursed flowers that symbolized passion and fierce love. Those damned flowers were nesting inside him, leeching his nutrients and making his head spin. After this, Abel might just end up sick of roses forever.

“Oh my, but of course, I must care. After all, you are my beloved partner, aren’t you?”

Abel hated the way the bastard emphasized the word “beloved.” He hated the way his heart reacted so violently to such a sappy phrase. He hated the way his body trembled slightly at the honeyed words of that cunning bambi.

Alastor wasn’t stupid—Abel wouldn’t have worked with him if he were stupid. He knew. And Abel knew that he knew.

“How long has you known?”

Abel asked curtly, though it sounded more like a command than a question. He had no intention of becoming a joke for the deer’s amusement. If possible, he wasn’t opposed to laying all his cards on the table.

“Not too long. Perhaps at last Friday’s dinner party? As far as I recall, you were never a fan of roses. They’re far too… intense for your tastes.”

Abel frowned slightly. He was sure he had never let even half a petal slip out of place. Seeing his contemplative expression, Alastor smoothly continued.

“The alluring, passionate scent of roses never quite suited you, dear Abel. If I may suggest, I think Southern daisies or rosemary would be much more comforting for you.”

Sometimes Abel forgot that his partner had a keener sense of smell than a wolf—a hunter’s nose, attuned to blood and prey. That only made Abel even more frustrated with his body. Pure prey instincts, guess it does come from the fact he had the demon form of a sheep. It had taken him quite a long time to regulate his emotions and train his body to stop stiffening at the smell of blood or trembling in the presence of predators.

“I assume this has nothing to do with the fact that my current form is that of a small sheep, does it?”

Abel asked, exhausted. He had long since accepted that the “clothes” he wears is not really his type. He just never expected that his body would end up burdened with such a wretched affliction. Perhaps it was because this sheep's heart was too soft, too rich with emotion. Or perhaps it was because this love was far more intense than he had imagined. Abel didn’t know, and truthfully, he had no desire to find out.

Alastor wasn’t wrong. Roses truly didn’t suit him.

“Oh, not at all, dear Abel,” Alastor chuckled. “Perhaps I was simply thinking of something more fitting for you… say, an endless field stretching across the Middle East?”

Great. Now they were discussing his origins? This conversation was getting more and more pointless. And yet, Alastor’s words still sent his mind drifting to that long-gone era.

A time when he was alive, wild, and free.

A time when existence itself was a boundless joy.

A time when his mother was still there, sitting quietly and watching him tend to the sheep, her hands gently ruffling his tangled hair.

For a fleeting moment, peace.

Abel could no longer recall his own face or form, nor the sound of his voice or the smile his mother loved so dearly. How many millennia had passed? He knew what he had become. Even without a lingering curse binding him, he was no longer as sharp or cunning as he once was.

And yet, the lullaby his mother once sang still echoed in his mind—like a sacred hymn from the almighty God above.

What a pity. Abel had never been a faithful follower.

For alongside that cherished melody, deep within his soul, another emotion pulsed—one that burned brighter than any prayer.

Hatred.

Rage.

That overwhelming, intoxicating feeling that seized his body, that made his hands lift a heavy stone—that moment when warm, dark blood spilled onto his fingers under the pale moonlight…

That was when Abel had truly felt alive. More than any drunken revelry. More than any absolute devotion to God’s word.

And thus, God lost one of His precious follower.

Abel—the fallen son of the first perfect man.

The scent of tea stirred him from his thoughts. And when he finally came back to the present, his teacup was once again full and steaming hot. Someone must have changed the pot while he was lost in his memories.

“The tea is delight.” he murmured absently.

“I know.”

Alastor’s response was brief.

Before Abel could steer the conversation back to its original course, he realized the other had already moved closer—so quietly, so seamlessly, like a shadow haunting his every step, slipping from the darkness into his nightmares.

And now, this man had the audacity to plant roses deep within Abel’s chest.

“May I?”

Alastor asked, a question without context or prelude.

Yet, somehow, Abel understood exactly what the deer was asking.

Slowly, whether led by demons or by the sickness gnawing at him, Abel placed his teacup down and lifted his hand.

And ever so gently, as if afraid Abel’s fingers might dissolve into mist, Alastor took it.

Bloodstained hands entwined.

And upon the back of Abel’s hand, Alastor pressed a lingering kiss.

In his eyes burned desire—fierce, undeniable.

But beyond that fire, buried deep within his irises, Abel saw something else.

Ambition.

He wanted to see Abel beg.

Abel exhaled tiredly.

Of course, this damn bambi never knew his place and limit.

A spike shot up from the ground, aiming straight for Alastor’s chest to impale him. But as if expecting it, the man melted into shadow and reappeared at a safe distance, still holding his teacup, as if taunting Abel.

“Seems like even a blooming rose can’t dull your sharpness, my dear Abel.”

Abel gritted his teeth. What an insufferable bastard. If his own mother wouldn’t discipline her damn bambi, then as a much older and wiser person, Abel would gladly do it for her.

And before they realized it, they had already descended into battle—a duel of bloodlust and tension.

Yet it was obvious to both of them—this was no mere fight.

This was their own frenzied waltz.

Their private, feverish reality.

It burned them.

It consumed them.

And it exhilarated them beyond words.

Not until Niffty’s knocking returned them to the present did they pause, panting from exertion.

Both of them knew.

This wasn’t enough.

This wasn’t satisfying.

But the moment the door opened, they returned to their seats as if nothing had happened, sipping tea in quiet composure.

As Niffty eagerly called Alastor to lunch, Abel stood, silently bidding farewell and leaving.

And just before the garden doors shut, he caught Alastor’s gaze lingering on his back—filled with unhidden, searing possessiveness.

Yet for the first time, Abel noticed something.

He no longer felt the urge to cough up blood and roses.

His lungs were light.

Free.

And as he stepped beyond the gates, a rare, genuine smile forms on his lips.

[ruddyhotelau]

Everything about Eve and her exorcists (including Lute) you can spoil

Eve is actually turned into our OC, the same with her lore and whatever happen with her and Adam so sadly we can't spoil anything about her. Lute on other hand...

We think we could be able to spoil plenty of our plans for her. From her past, why she fallen and how her and Emily's relationship develop in this AU. But it gonna be a short fanfic cause there a lot of stuff to tell lmao

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Can I still make art and stuff for this AU?

Of course!!!! We still love to see more works from you guys >=33333

This make us extremely happy and proud cause we be able to make something that you all love!!!😭😭😭

[ruddyhotelau]

Does Emily, unlike Charlie in the original story, know how to use her powers to fight?

Yes and no. She knows how to use her power and magic, has wide knowledge about it. Actually Emily in our AU like to play chess too and she's really good at it. But she is known with many rumors, Emily is usually described as the weakest royalty, the sheltered child, the bad omen, the ghost princess. Emily only knows basic magic, she can't perform the higher form of magic and she can run out of magic which can lead to her faint, nose bleed, dizzy head, numb body, ect. Basically, her magic is around a 9-11 years old royal kid. To be fair, Stolas can perform more than her when he was 9. So yea, she was looked down behind her back, and add to the fact girl is a fallen Seraphim, it's just way more disappointing and damn ironic. (I mean who dared to insult her in her damn face when behind her back is literally the king and queen of Hell)

So Emily learned how to throw a fist instead. She can break a damn huge wall or super heavy rock with her bare hand only lmao but other royalty can easily archive it with their magic so yea... Not a big deal to them.

Emily can fight and will fight when needed, she is just not the sharpest tool in the box. She just stopped... thinking too much about it and ignored what she could ignore.

[ruddyhotelau]

Sorry to disturb you guys, but i wanted ti ask a questione.

Can i use some of the Characters of your AU (like Alastor, Husky, Niffty and Charlie) for my story.

Obviusly i Will leave the link of your Channel and the Characters Will have the same characteristics you created for them.

I Just wanted tò ask you This.

You are free to refuse my request, by the way.

I'm a bit curious, like you use their build? Their personality? How does their team work? I want to know more specifics before we can actually can give you to use them. Is that like a Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss related stories or something you come up your own? We just wonder some details, just to be sure.

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So, how was IT supposed to look like? and Its story?

This is the recycle idea so we can't really let you guys know. Just IT is a very dangerous creature that can cause permanence damage to both angels and demons due to its background. The closest to IT is kinda like the Infection AU.

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I’m new to your au but I saw when trying to figure this au out that you’re not a fan of hazbin hotel? I’m not the biggest fan either but love the character interpretations from others so I was interested in this au but unlike other au’s or headcannons I’ve see I saw on Twitter that you didn’t like hazbin hotel and was wondering if you gave an explanation and if so could you link it to me if you don’t feel like reiterating yourself

There were two of us there, so we would have different opinions on the series. But in the end, we just didn't feel inspired by it as much as we used to. We were attracted to Hazbin Hotel at first thanks to the pilot, but the series, however, didn't have the same charm as it did in the pilot. In the end, we just lost our interest. And I feel it isn't good to continue it either because it's weird when we keep drawing stuff that is related to something that we are both not too comfortable with. The plot just becomes too much and the designs don't suit our taste. So even though we get really attached to the characters and the plot but at the end of the day, we still decided to put an ending dot to this project before it becomes harder for us to leave it. Thank you guys so much for always supporting us in our short journal. Because we decided not to continue the AU, now we can freely spoil more things for you guys. (Not everything cause ughhhhh major of the plot got recycled for our new project) You guys can still freely ask more questions and I'll talk with Nate about which arts we can finish to show you guys. One again, thank you everyone for all your amazing support!!!!

[ruddyhotelau]

Did Eve ever meet Cain in your AU?

Yes she did, she met all of Adam's children and got along with them quite well, not to mention she and Adam's wife became good friends too. But there is still a bit of awkwardness between Eve and Adam's kids, especially Cain.

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Question do your ocs Willert and Wilhelm transfer over to this au too or since this au is still somewhat hazbin it is still Lucifer and Michael?

More like we love Ruddy Hotel's plot so much to the point of we want to make a separate world rather than let the plot be a Hazbin Hotel AU. Our world will have a lot of different from the Bible so we decided it's best that we don't directly involved some name in the Bible like Lucifer or Michael cause we figure the plot already different then just come up everything from scratch.

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Have you ever considered making merch or taking donations for this AU?

We have but there are quite plenty of rules we must consider if we do this. In the end, most of the characters in Ruddy still belong to Viz so we can't earn money from it and we don't have much freedom with the characters since they ain't ours. Sure we could do the AU for fun but if we want to expand it then there will be some issues. We still consider a lot about this problems...

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Them being little kids 😭😭😭🔥🔥🔥

Ughhhh I wanna hug them so baddddddddd✨✨✨✨

Just a quick doodle of the little ones!

plus the little plushies that mirror each other!

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Omggggggggggg, Lute's beautiful museeeeee😭😭😭😭✨✨✨

I love this drawing so muchhhh

”Why can’t I stop thinking about you?”

(I don’t know what Lute looks like from the back but I tried ✨). @ruddyhotelau

[ruddyhotelau]

It's quite an old drawing but I was able to register here just recently. I hope it's not too cringy (⁠≧ Д ≦⁠) I'm sorry

It looks amazingggggg😭😭😭

WE BOTH LOVE IT SO MUCHHHHHH

I love how you colouring the art✨✨✨

Thank you so much for the fanart, we really appreciate it😭😭😭

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Hello! I wanted to ask if Characters from your AU meet their past self, what would their message to their past self be?

Hmmmmmmmm if we talk about the characters version that already went through everything vs they on the first day they came to the hotel. They wouldn't say it exactly like this but ughhhh the content is kinda like this.

Emily would hug herself and say: It would be a long journey but please never lose hope in yourself and your desires. I'm proud of us... Lute: Blinding yourself to wrath is never a solution. Open your eyes, and you will find many more important things to fight for. Vox: Don't go too close to the fire. Play with it and you could turn into dust. Cherri: Brutal truth, Heaven is boring as fuck compared to Hell but hey, at least they are happy to see you again. No one blames you for what happened so try to stay sober more, ok? Valentino: You are smart enough to understand that the things you are desperate to hold aren't as important as you want it to be right? You already know how it felt, is that really worth it? Velvette: Our mother is already long gone bitch. Can't use your past as a fucking excuse for what you did to her. We will never live this down and to be fair, we deserve it. Baxter: He is living pretty well up there. And you know what is funny? After knowing about where have we been and our "little" stunt there. Somehow the old man can still be able to say he was proud of us. Hilarious right? Anthony: Never think that we have to fight alone. Soon, we will be able to end our most horrid nightmare. Yes both us and her.