danger-tits-lute

[danger-tits-lute]

@themosthatedbeingg

fucked up hurt/comfort. the person who stabbed you tends to your wound. the person who killed your loved one helps you grieve.

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She looked around, realizing that it looked similar to the home Adam had shown her in Iceland; it had the same feel to it. She wished she was there with him instead of yet another place that didn't feel like home, another unrecognizable holding cell with an unknown person. She looked at all the decorations and items lining the walls, scrunching her nose in confusion at the exorcist mask.

She looked at him when he talked, eyeing him in speculative wariness; he was correct in that she definitely didn't expect to come back(?) to this. Her sisters were here too, it seems, and that certainly sounded like any number of them. It just didn't make sense to her that this is what would be in Adam's soul. She suspected who this man was, but it was too hard to believe. She pushed it from her mind every time the thought bubbled up, trying to remain in denial. But when he called her by name, she knew she couldn't keep it away from her brain much longer.

"Well, I just came from a weird cosmic group of restaurants so I guess I'm not a stranger to the unexpected." She turned her head away from the wall of trinkets. "Again?"

"I've never seen you before. It's a little hard to believe this is where I'm supposed to be." She raises an eyebrow at the old man, staring to find the similarities—maybe a small twinkle in his eyes or the chuckle when he shrugged. She recognized hints but she felt on guard, not wanting it to be him, a completely different version of him. A stranger.

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When Lute opens her eyes next, she’s treated to a strange sight. A large area of grass nestled comfortable against a shoreline of soft sand the lead into a nice little lake that traveled down the distance into a forest that surrounded them completely. The sky was a grayish blue, licked with the red of a sunset however what was strange, there was no sun to be seen.

There is only one structure and it’s that of a small house, just a nice cozy hovel that would make anyone feel welcomed with just the sight of it. Grey brick lining the walls, a dull red accompanying the roof and on one side of the home laid some overgrowth that took its place as apart of the home cohesively as if given permission to reside there.

“Looks nice, doesn’t it?” A voice comes from beside her, a man holding a basket full of fish, older, much older than Lute is. His presence is warm and radiates safety regardless of the fact Lute had never seen the man. But he’s seen her, many times in fact. His smile is wide as if seeing her was like seeing family again. He begins to walk.

“Come on, I’ll prepare lunch. You must be tired, come in and rest.”

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It had been a few years since Adam and her had escaped Heaven; reliving her days as his guardian on Earth was a happy time for her despite the fear of being found ever living in her soul. She put the same barriers over their home that she had used to hide for the hundreds of thousands of years she was gone. But two was harder than one, especially at his angelic power level.

She immediately sensed a power exceeding her barriers nearby and stopped, looking in the direction of an oncoming angel and most likely attack. She wasn't sure if they were here for her or him, but that hardly mattered.

"Adam. Stay behind Lute." She placed a more powerful but smaller barrier over him before arrows were launched in their direction. They had sent a seraphim this time. This wasn't typical. As they hunted Lute in her absence, they had always sent warrior angels, but they hadn't counted on the power Lute had gained over time. She was no longer a lesser angel created to be a battery of life. She was a warrior too now. Protecting not just herself but humans, Adam's children, from the punishment of Heaven. They must have sensed either she was more of a threat or that the First Man had power of his own and together they were too much for a simple angelic soldier.

A melody sounded as she sang to create a long staff to defend herself with; though a staff against arrows might now have looked like the best choice, the large white glowing crystal at the end suggested she could concentrate a more ranged power through it. She flipped it in her hands several times as her white and black wings expanded fully in a display of protection for the one behind her and her own show of intimidation.

"Show yourself, highness."

On command, a seraphim floating in front of them appeared, smirking as if this were nothing more than an entertaining game.

"You've caused a lot of trouble, lesser angel. The council has had to bother me now that the First Man went missing along with you. Now that I've found you, you will be escorted back to Heaven for your repurposing or you will die here."

The seraphim's eyes turned from amused to angry and disdainful as he looked toward Adam.

"You, I'm not allowed to kill. But you will come back to Heaven with me so the council can decide what to do with you."

Lute didn't answer for a moment; she would rather die here protecting her love than be returned to Heaven for them to remove her soul. When the other angel spoke to Adam that's when Lute opened her golden eyes, beginning to glow, turning to fire with her passion and wrath to give a response in Enochian for the first time in front of her charge.

₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹ You may call me lesser but my name is Lute and I am the guardian of the first man. You will not touch him. I suggest you leave and tell Heaven they are not to seek us out again or you will be the one to die here. I can assure you of that. ~♪

She sounded different in her native language; the quality of her voice lower and more powerful. It maintained the musical quality he heard with his human ears, the piano music strong, distinct, and fast, accompanied by cracking thunder from around them that would have struck fear into any mortal's heart if they were in the surrounding area. He had never seen her more serious or steadfast. She had changed a lot in their 299,000-year separation.

@dick-meister

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"Lute." Vox said snapping his finger. "Sit down." Where? She knows.

"My pleasure." She saunters over and places herself on his lap, one arm thrown over his shoulders and a hand resting on his chest. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"

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"Why by subservient to a demon when you could lead. And you could but that would just be a waste of your guards times. I'm leaving anyhow."

What a simple-minded view of these situations. It wasn't just about being subservient or not (though she couldn't imagine an overlord that didn't require it); it was about who you were being subservient to. There were far too many factors contributing to a good or bad deal to only look at that one. She'd rather be at the top and compliant than at the bottom and fend for herself in Hell of all places.

"Good luck today."

If she knew Vox, he was already aware of what was happening here, and this poor sap didn't have much of a "today" left.

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"To simply see if you know others see you got a bad deal and are worth more. in your eyes i'm a worm, but everyone becomes food for them eventually, just food for thought."

She couldn't help herself. She began to laugh, hysterically so. A bad deal? Any deal was a bad deal in the eyes of an angel but it most certainly was one of the best.

"Oh you MUST be joking! I have anything I could want (save for her freedom), I'm treated like a princess (if she was obedient), and Vox is the most powerful overlord in Hell so I'm certainly safe from harm. I could snap my fingers right now and security would snap you in half like a pretzel."

She just might.

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"Just was making a statement, besides ain't an overlord so can't offer a trade for your soul. Other than working for the highest bidder in this land of sinners." The best she gets is a chuckle for the him getting ripped to shreds comment. "The Tv don't scare me, nore the threat of death from him."

"Then what was the point of speaking to me at all?" How annoying. She should just call security and be done with it, a massive waste of her time. "I see a million little worms like you say the same thing only to plead and scream when he actually does it. It's boring."

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"You look like you...are in need of a new deal" Chained Lute.

Send "You look like you...", complete the sentence, and see how my muse reacts to being told that! II Accepting

"I wouldn't say that too loudly if I were you. He has cameras everywhere. Then again, I think I'd love to see you get torn to shreds." That wasn't really how deals worked; she didn't just get to pick and choose. He'd have to take Vox down or trade something for her. And she highly doubted the odds of either of those things happening. Still, she was a little curious.

"What do you have to offer me that he can't? I'm practically dying to know."

Muse mention: @screentimeoverlord

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She looked around, confused but not scared or worried. In her memory, her wish had been granted so she must be where she had asked to be... but she wasn't expecting this. When she heard a voice next to her, she looked up, an older man smiling down at her in an oddly familiar way, though he felt sort of familiar to her too. Her eyes needed a moment to adjust to the strangeness of it all before she looked at him properly.

"Yeah.." She began, hesitantly. It was nice; she just didn't know where the fuck it was. When imagining Adam's soul, she pictured... not this. Maybe Eden, or maybe not a place at all and just a comfortable consciousness; she even imagined a place where she could talk to all her fallen sisters, but not this with a strange man she'd never seen before and strange, beautiful scenery accompanying a humble home that was drastically different than his in Heaven.

"Okay." There was something about the man that was familiar—certainly not the way he looked or the way he acted but maybe about the way he felt. She just couldn't put her finger on it. Despite the peaceful nature of this area and him, she was a little annoyed under the surface at the amount of random liminal spaces Father was putting her soul without any explanation, but she assumed she would figure it out with a few questions for him.

@danger-tits-lute

When Lute opens her eyes next, she’s treated to a strange sight. A large area of grass nestled comfortable against a shoreline of soft sand the lead into a nice little lake that traveled down the distance into a forest that surrounded them completely. The sky was a grayish blue, licked with the red of a sunset however what was strange, there was no sun to be seen.

There is only one structure and it’s that of a small house, just a nice cozy hovel that would make anyone feel welcomed with just the sight of it. Grey brick lining the walls, a dull red accompanying the roof and on one side of the home laid some overgrowth that took its place as apart of the home cohesively as if given permission to reside there.

“Looks nice, doesn’t it?” A voice comes from beside her, a man holding a basket full of fish, older, much older than Lute is. His presence is warm and radiates safety regardless of the fact Lute had never seen the man. But he’s seen her, many times in fact. His smile is wide as if seeing her was like seeing family again. He begins to walk.

“Come on, I’ll prepare lunch. You must be tired, come in and rest.”

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~Verse List~

Please remember than anyone can send asks or plot in my verses, even ones that originated from specific muses ♥

Main Verse:

Main verse Lute varies in canon depending on situation and character interacting with and doesn't have a set storyline other than some dash interactions that get adopted and referred back to occassionally including god sending Adam and Lute to purgatory, the Italy trip, Emily missing, and family life (which is a mini verse within the main verse).

Lute:

Family Verse: This mini verse is where Lute was unexpectedly pregnant with @dick-meister and had a daughter Piper. It also includes @darkseraphscorner's daughter Caroline. Piper is an interactive guest muse.

Baby Piper:

Teen Piper:

Unholy Crusade:

This verse is a large scale event where Big G came back to "test" the characters in a task of creating unity between heaven and hell through battle and tribulation as he had done trillions of times before. Each time he tests them it is called a cycle and in order to save this cycle all the members must fight and support each other against his creatures, harbingers of failed cycles, and the first iteration of Sera called "Mother". In this verse Lute dies, sacrificing her life for Adam, as she has done in every cycle. Her soul is then sent to the plane of existence the harbingers live between cycles for safe keeping until this cycle either dies or proves itself worthy.

UC Lute:

Chained Angel:

This verse was an offshoot of the purgatory arc wherein Lute gets pulled out of purgatory into hell and separated from Adam. In order to get Adam back home safely, she sells her soul to Vox (@screentimeoverlord) in exchange for his help.

Chained Lute:

Lost Verse:

This verse stems from a fanfic @dick-meister and I wrote where Adam leaves Heaven after Lute has enough of his games and confesses her feelings to him in fear that he was actively making her life worse and would continue to do so. A year later he returns to find her completely different and seemingly moved on from him as a musician in her own right. You can read book 1 of the fic here.

Lost Lute:

Lost Lute on stage:

Pride and Rec Verse:

This verse is also an offshoot of the purgatory arc. Lucifer (@themosthatedbeingg pulls Lute from purgatory and she is forced to live in hell until Adam (who was pulled back to heaven by Sera) can come and get her. She works as Lucifer's secretary in a style dynamic of Ron and April from "Parks and Rec". Eventually she becomes the official liaison between Heaven and Hell, mostly living in Hell but going between the two on official business.

Pride and Rec Lute:

Hogwarts AU Verse:

This verse is the newest and is basically just an AU version of Lute within that world. You can find a list of her info here.

Hogwarts Lute:

[danger-tits-lute]

"You look like you...need a vacation and or a break from the chaos your put through." To the normal Lute that has been interacted with, (aka i don't know the tag for which verse, not guardian verse)

Send "You look like you...", complete the sentence, and see how my muse reacts to being told that! II Accepting

All she hears is "Wah wah wah WAH Wah wah WAH" out of a muffled megaphone. Is it because she needs more coffee? Or because she's already had 4 cups of coffee?

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Send me "I'd totally fuck you" to see my character's reaction

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Send "You look like you...", complete the sentence, and see how my muse reacts to being told that!

( Ex: "You look like you bite people." or "You look like you get mad when someone doesn't say "bless you" when you sneeze." )

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Reblog If You're OK With IN-CHARACTER Anon Hate!

//Note this is SPECIFICALLY IN CHARACTER. Attacks against the muse(s) are fine and all in good fun. Attacks against the mun are harassment and are NOT okay.

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"But you call Lute this. Does Adam and Lute in relationship? Or is Adam be making Lute angry?" Those were very different things. Lute didn't know which thing to feel.

"Sir? What is this word "babe" you say? That is not Lute's name."

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“It’s a term used typically from someone who is involved in a relationship with someone else to their partner. But I use it to piss people off sometimes.” So… Which one was he using for her? Maybe that’s for her to decide.

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Adam’s home was Earth and Lute’s home was Adam… She watched as he looked at her and smiled, the light feeling in her chest taking hold for the first time in hundreds of thousands of years. Adam was asking her to go home? With him? Yes! Yes she would go! She smiled back.

“Lute would be so happy. Yes. Lute wants to go home with Adam.” She desperately wanted to go back to the wooden house with the lake with her as his guardian. If that’s what would make him happy too? That would be the best thing that has ever happened to her.

"Why Adam so angry? Lute is not do a good job? Be a long time since Earth, maybe Lute not protect enough."

There weren't any physical dangers in Heaven after all, but she tried her best to protect him from emotional ones. He was different than she remembered him the last time she saw him. He looked different too. But she was able to see his soul and through the many walls and facades that he's put up to keep people away. This must be a failure on her part for him to be acting like this.

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It had been a very long time since he’s seen that face, damn. If his hands weren’t still broken almost fully he’d have pulled on his mask… Shit, right that was also broken to pieces too. His breathing stops for a bit of time when eyes locked on one another and even without words he could feel her checking out his soul. It was…. A lot more invasive than he thought and he briefly wonders if that’s how others felt when he did it to them.

His face settles and he tires so hard to play it cool, like he did back on Earth, that wise old man that he despised so much now. “Hey, Lute. Been awhile.” He sat on his couch, looking her way, his limbs heavy with guilt, yea he’s changed quite a bit since Earth… “You… Wanna take a seat?” He patted the side of the couch with his broken hand and winced, damn…. Maybe he did need protecting still.

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She stroked his hair before planting another kiss on the top of his head to soothe him, though she wasn’t sure how much it would work with her own despair running through her.

“Seraphim tell truth, but not tell truth. They hunt Lute. Lute in much danger to come…” She was going to say home but since she’d left the little house Adam and her had shared in his living years, she didn’t really understand what home was anymore. “Adam? What is home?”

She remembered asking that before with her blueberry stained lips and his thoughtful answer. But maybe it has changed since then.

“Lute not understand anymore. Heaven not Lute’s home. Eden not Lute’s home. Earth not Lute’s home. Only home with Adam. Where is Adam home?”

She was scared to be back here. But she thought maybe it would be long enough. Maybe they would forget to take her soul or maybe they didn’t do that anymore.

"Why Adam so angry? Lute is not do a good job? Be a long time since Earth, maybe Lute not protect enough."

There weren't any physical dangers in Heaven after all, but she tried her best to protect him from emotional ones. He was different than she remembered him the last time she saw him. He looked different too. But she was able to see his soul and through the many walls and facades that he's put up to keep people away. This must be a failure on her part for him to be acting like this.

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It had been a very long time since he’s seen that face, damn. If his hands weren’t still broken almost fully he’d have pulled on his mask… Shit, right that was also broken to pieces too. His breathing stops for a bit of time when eyes locked on one another and even without words he could feel her checking out his soul. It was…. A lot more invasive than he thought and he briefly wonders if that’s how others felt when he did it to them.

His face settles and he tires so hard to play it cool, like he did back on Earth, that wise old man that he despised so much now. “Hey, Lute. Been awhile.” He sat on his couch, looking her way, his limbs heavy with guilt, yea he’s changed quite a bit since Earth… “You… Wanna take a seat?” He patted the side of the couch with his broken hand and winced, damn…. Maybe he did need protecting still.