AbyssalVoid

He/Him, 24, critic-fan and rewriter of the Hellaverse, as well as many other shows.

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Intro Post 👋

Hello! I’m AbyssalVoid, but you can just call me Void, or ping my username if needed. I use he/him pronouns (cis male), and I’m a male-leaning bisexual.

I do critique and writing centered around a wide range of fandoms. My main focus is on the Hellaverse, but my creative work reimagines and expands it into something I call The Divine Dramedy, a multifandom writing project that blends original ideas, elements from other rewrites, and canon threads into something weird, wild, and (hopefully) meaningful. Other fandoms and media properties do show up, especially when they thematically or narratively mesh with what I’m doing--especially since I DO have rewrite ideas for other fandoms ;)

I haven't decided on what my primary content will be, but for now, it can be excerpts, reblogs, or answering asks.

Disclaimer: I mix canon with reinterpretation and borrowed rewrite material from other creators, always with credit where due (on the top of the fic's first chapter), and a lot of it includes my own lore and spin (later down the line, not always obvious). If you’re the kind of person who gets bent out of shape over non-canonical interpretations or fandom creativity, this space may not be for you. I'm not interested in fighting over headcanons, style, or originality. Either engage or move along.

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Also, asks are always open unless stated otherwise. Send your thoughts or questions anytime; just don’t be weird about it.

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OK SO HOW YOUR REWRITE HELLUVA CHARACTER WHO ARE PARENT, LIKE HOW THEY RAISING THEIR KID?

LIKE STOLAS AND STELLA TO OCTAVIA, IS STOLAS BE KIND PARENT WHO LET HER DO WHAT SHE WANT? AND WILL STELLA BE STRICT? LIKE STOLAS TEACH HER MAGIC AND STELLA TEACH EVERYTHING YOUNG NOBLE NEED LEARN, MADE OCTAVIA SEE STELLA BE MORE STRICT ONE

AND BLITZØ TO LOONA, WILL BLITZØ GIVE EVERYTHING SHE AND HE DIDN'T HAVE BEFORE? LIKE HE TRY BE KIND DAD WHO HE WISH HE HAS BUT HE OVERDOING?

AND HOW DID I.M.P'S PARENTS AND STOLAS AND STELLA'S PARENTS RAISING THEM

Ok, some of these questions are getting a little too spoilery. Also, I realized the fic was still showing up as restricted for some people. I've fixed it now, and guest comments should be enabled, so hopefully you and other people may be able to read them!

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(I NOT YELL, MY HEAD WORK DIFFERENT)

HOW YOU REWRITE STELLA AND OCTAVIA? WILL YOU SHOW CHARACTER'S ISSUES WITH STOLAS?

LIKE TALK ABOUT HOW OCTAVIA HAVE NO FRIEND BUT HER DAD AND SHE NOT CLOSE HER MOM, LIKE HANNAH FROM LONG STORY SHORT, BUT INSTEAD BE BECAUSE IS HOW LIFE GO SOMETIMES, IS BECAUSE BY BE SHELTERED, DO SHE HAS AUTOPHOBIA, FEAR OF BEING ALONE

AND STELLA, WHO WAS TALK DOWN BY HER BROTHER (AND MAYBE PARENTS TOO) AND ARRANGED MARRIAGE SOMEONE WHO DON'T LOVE OR CARE ABOUT HER. WILL SHE DEAL IT BY GO AND HAVE PARTY? WILL SHE HIDE HOW BAD HER MARRIAGE IS GO? AND ONLY TELL HER CLOSE FRIENDS?

WHAT STELLA AND OCTAVIA RELATIONSHIP STOLAS AND EACH OTHER IN YOUR REWRITE?

Ok, so I'm going to make Stella be a more neutral character and she does commit evil acts, but only because of her deep-seated boredom and a pervasive paranoia. Her cruelty comes from her conforming to the norms of being the "perfect demonic bride," convinced that the other royals secretly mock her, but she deeply cares about her daughter and wants to raise her properly because in essence, she'll never have a "normal life" as a Goetia princess, especially coming from a line like Stolas' which is getting EXTRA attention lately.

Octavia is close with her father, but after realizing that he's manipulative and only liked Blitz for "entertainment," she is obsessed with him. (Thanks to Blitz for talking with her in the rewrite of Seeing Stars). She decides to grow closer to her mother and uncle. She does become friends with Loona, and no, she doesn't have autophobia; she's more of an introverted person and generally likes taking time alone.

Andrealphus is also not going to become a villain; his snootiness is just because he wants to tease Stella whenever they meet. Stella does cope with having parties, visiting Andrealphus/relatives, and she generally tells only a few ppl abt how bad her marriage (and by extension Stolas) is.

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Here's my rewrite for the Hellaverse, The Divine Dramedy!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Asks are open!

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Reunion

Blitz stared, frozen in place. Darcy stood over him, calm and unreadable, studying him the way one studies a familiar piece of art seen in a different light. “You still smoke those?” He blinked once, then again, then loosened, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Only when I’m bored.” “Well, I guess Heaven’s been pretty boring also.” “Oh, Hell’s been worse.” A soft laugh escaped her. She extended a hand, palm open, steady. “Want to try again this time?” A flush crept across his face. He cleared his throat, eyes flicking from her hand to her gaze. “Sure.” And they walked off— Together.

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💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive

My name is Abdulmajid.

I got married one month before the war. Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams. I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.

But the war came… Suddenly. Brutally.

My mother was killed. My brother was killed. Children in my family were taken by the bombs. My home was destroyed. And my work stopped completely.

Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born. A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war. She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.

Today, I’m a father with almost nothing… Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.

Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800. There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.

I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.

Abedmajed’s Hope: Rebuilding Our Family’s Life in Gaza

My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.

Even $1 can make a difference. It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace. Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.

📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #537 )✅️

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Unhappy Campers (Ending)

"No. Fuck that. You don’t get to say it’s final. I didn’t search for her all these years just to let her vanish through a portal because of a few harsh words. She’s my sister. For Satan's sake!" Moxie watched him, expression unreadable. "And she chose to go. With the drugs. With the dealer. With the lie she told herself, and probably your shitty ecosystem of a circus. That you weren’t worth reaching out to. That you weren’t worth forgiving." "She’s wrong," Blitz snapped, desperate. "Maybe she is." Moxie shrugged. "But it’s her version of the truth. And she’s drowning in it." Blitz froze. Moxie rose slowly, stepping up beside him. "You’ve got a business. You’ve got us. You've got people who are still here, Blitz. People you can save. So maybe it’s time you ask yourself-" A pause. "—do you want to keep chasing someone who already let go, or do you want to stay and actually build something that’s real? With us?" Blitz said nothing. His jaw worked, but no sound came. He stared at the water like it might hand him the right answer. Like his reflection might blink first. "If she wants to drown," Moxie said softly, "then let her. You can’t keep throwing yourself in after people who want to sink. That’s not loyalty, that’s suicide." Blitz’s breath caught. He looked at Moxie—really looked—and for the first time, the fury wasn’t there. Just ache. Raw and aching. He whispered, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I-I… I just wanted to fix it." Moxie stepped closer, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. "Then fix what’s still in your hands, Blitz. Start with that." Blitz nodded slowly. Not because he was ready. Not because he agreed. But deep down, he knew it was the only path left. Behind them, the dock creaked softly. The birds returned to their branches. The blood on the boards was drying. And the lake kept its silence.

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Mission: Orphan Time (Rewrite Excerpt)

Loona’s voice carried a casual bite as her disguise dropped in a ripple of distorted light. Fur bristled along her arms, her claws flexed, and her burning eyes met Mr. Wrigglers’ directly. Her tail flicked once behind the bench. Mr. Wrigglers blinked. His body gave a tiny jolt, not fear, not revulsion, just a moment of startled wonder, like someone seeing a shooting star for the first time. His hands, still resting gently in his lap, tightened for a moment before relaxing again. “Well,” he said with a quiet chuckle, “I can't say I’m surprised. Hellhounds have quite the reputation, you know. I’d just… never seen one in person.” Loona raised an eyebrow, thrown off her rhythm. “Wait, you knew?” “I had a hunch,” he replied, calm as ever. “You're too grounded to be from around here. Plus, those eyes of yours? Seen them in paintings. Never that close, though.” Loona looked away, scratching the back of her neck. “Huh. Most people freak out or try to baptize me with holy water.” “I think you're magnificent.” She snorted. “You’re definitely weirder than I thought.” Blitz, still leaning on the tree, let the silence hang for a moment before clearing his throat loudly. “Alright, this is sweet and all, but uh, problem.” He waved the now-broken lollipop stick in the air. “Wriggles is still alive. Which means we still haven’t finished the damn job.” Loona stood, stretching lazily. “Yeah, well, maybe we don’t have to. He’s not hurting anyone.” Blitz pulled out his phone, pacing. “Yeah, but our client’s gonna flip. I do not need another rage voicemail from a woman with roses for hair.” He hesitated, eyes darting to the still-sunset sky. “Unless…”

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A friend wanted me to post this...

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Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who's suicidal or depressed.

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no one should scroll past this

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Apology Tour Rewrite Excerpt

“Look, Blitz,” she started, voice softer than usual. “I’m not innocent. I’m not better than you.” She exhaled, brushing hair from her face. “I just thought… if I can’t get over you…” She shrugged. “Might as well turn the pain into something fun.” She gestured vaguely toward an imp throwing knives at a Blitz-shaped cutout, now sobbing into another imp's arms. Blitz let out a breath and raised a hand, stopping whatever came next. “I didn’t come to argue. I just came to talk to you. You’re the only one who deserves a real apology.” His eyes drifted toward the floor. “Don’t twist this into something about Stolas. He’s not what you think he is." He paused, then looked at her, his voice low. “Most of my relationships didn’t last. The ones that did… they hurt. People who saw me as a tool, or a joke, or something worse. But you-” His throat tightened. “You were different. Yeah, I’m an asshole. But at least I’m honest about it. And I want to change. Apologizing to you is part of that.” A long pause passed between them. “What I did... stealing your car, maxing out your card... that was low. One of the worst things I’ve done. You didn’t deserve that. Especially not for just telling me you loved me.” He shut his eyes for a moment, jaw clenched. “You deserve someone who can actually give you that back. But that person’s not me.”