a private, selective side rp and writing blog for lute from hazbin hotel. semi canon-divergent and heavily headcanon-based; low-to-medium activity. puppeteered by símone (25, she / they). i will follow you back from @cardedsoul (my multimuse blog).
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this blog contains mature and disturbing themes including but not limited to: whorephobia, misogyny / sexism, heavy gore, vulgar language, suggestive / sexual jokes, cannibalism, violence & murder, abuse in all its forms, and heavy religious & occult exploration / depictions. any triggering / distressing content will be tagged with "(trigger) cw".
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𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑼𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ⸻ so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.
Are we serious today ? This is what people want now ? Leave it to kissing the Queen of Hell one ( or two ) times for it to start attracting other people. Lute rolls her eyes with an exaggerated sigh that heaves her shoulders with the way air is compressed from her lungs.
What do you MEAN the cat bit your ass ? She is just an innocent little bystander to all this. Don't mind the pretty golden feathers caught in her fangs that she's blatantly removing. Just a coincidence.
She'd already talked to Lilith, already confronted the she-devil about Adam's death, and yet she had avoided Sera at all costs. Desperate not to further acknowledge the agony that ripped her gentle chest, she had quickly left when the others made it into Heaven, and she had chosen to recluse to her room to lick her wounds rather than join her sisters-in-arms where they were sharing bandages and condolences among one another. What was the use of a guardian angel with no soul to protect ? Even moreso, what good was she when she failed such a minute task as that ?
The only thing to draw Lute out of hiding ? Well, that had been a summons from Sera herself. Something that Lute was NOTABLY dreading. She is going to be so mad at you, her inner monologue jeers, because you failed and Adam died as a direct result of your incompetence as a lieutenant. Even despite her ever-growing anxiety, Lute knew she'd have to see Sera; avoidance was not an option anymore. She had cleaned herself up to the best of her abilities, made herself look presentable and drew in a deep, unsteady breath. The doors open . . . and shut loudly behind her. Sera's eyes bore holes into her very being despite the older angel's tone of voice; she steels herself in wait for scathing reprimanding— only to be met with a simple inquiry.
❝ Adam is dead, as I'm sure you already know, ❞ Lute begins, forcing her voice to remain steady and her expression steeled, ❝ and we lost a lot of lives. Lucifer and his hellspawn won. They won't win again. I'll see to it that all of them are cut down. Don't worry about this. . . minor oversight. They will face retribution. You have my word. ❞
Short, simple. Apologize for failure, assure it will not be a recurring problem. Start finding solutions.
@d-ecrescendo sent ── That fucked up and silly fallen angel from Cannibal Town that he acquired is coming up to him, quiet as usual. She doesn't say shit to him. There's literally no warning between her simply standing there and sharp, serpent-like fangs suddenly sinking into his arm. Lovebites, am I right ?
zestial's used to the odd ones of pride's ring ( half of them are employed by him after all , he's always had a knack for the strange & macabre. ) so lute's eccentric behavior's nothing new for him. he's rather used to it , even amused by the more violent tendencies. his head merely quirks to the side as she nears , he's fine with the silence !
but then she bites & his four eyes squint into happy crescents of lime green. oh , he likes that , what a pleasant show of appreciation from a resident of cannibal town ! zestial simply chuckles , a haunting noise as his hand comes up to pat her head. silent approval , good job !
First it was a random kiss, today is Chewsday. Surely Lilith knows what the means !! You already kissed the angel silly, today you're getting bitten. It's nothing volatile by any means, no. Actually, this had started with Lute taking the Queen's hand in one of her own gloved ones, hidden talons closing delicately around skin that was soon brought to black-lipstick painted lips in a little kiss. The bite ?
Well, that came in the form of Lute's maw parting in a smile; followed her motions for fangs to catch silken fabric and skin beneath, sliding the glove from the hand it was originally covering. That clawed grip shifts now to open the Queen's bare palm, an affectionate kiss pressed into it.
( @d-ecrescendo )
Oh for FUCK SAKES! As she towered over the small nightingale, she expected to be bitten. Her eyes squinted, simply waiting—
Waiting to see what would happen if she chose to gnaw on facial features.
That is until she relaxed her facial expression and looked down at the unexpected, loving gesture. A kiss, a drag of silk down the arm with the beak, as if attempting to attract the vampiric woman.
Paused for a moment before releasing a delightful little giggle at the final touch of her lip against her hand.
" Why....I feel you can retain the strips of flesh linked to you today, tiny birdie. "
The now smooched palm would linger forward, grabbing the soft as feathers cheek with a caressing stroke. Whether it was true or not, at least it was provided!
you have acquired the Blank Soul. you'd walk backwards into hell with a smile on your face. if only you'd care enough. you're blunt, moody and aloof. you'd say you weren't always like this but you seldom remember a time when it wasn't like this. you'd like to do good and you CAN do good, but... do those around you deserve it ? haven't you gone through enough ? can you save everyone ? it's not about saving everyone it's about doing what you can. and you know this. somewhere in your deeply sanitised heart you know. albeit your misery you prize yourself in your humour and by the gods you'll never let anyone take that from you. reluctantly you admit to being a good mentor. and i know that you are. you can look after others. it doesn't always end bad. just try not to let the cats claws tear you down. because you've learnt to lick love of the silver glint of a blade. and you're not sure if you can ever go back. You share a soul type with Daan.
stolen from: @wiltingwoes
tagging: anyone who wants to do this bcos it's going on my other blogs too
