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Indie, Semi-Selective RP Blog for Adam from Hazbin Hotel. Written by Toast. Rules under cut!
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Anonymous asked:
Lute’s eyes follow his features in the darkness, she isn’t sleeping like usual but he likes when she lays beside him and she’s more than happy to soak in his closeness. Sometimes she wished for sleep though, because when all she could do was look at his rugged, handsome features worn by their years together on Earth (even without his knowledge) as she could think about was how badly she wanted to kiss him.
Her soul thrummed so fast in her chest and her breathing softly rose in intensity. She couldn’t, nor would he want her to. This was her life as his guardian, painfully in love with the first man and unable to do anything about it.
@danger-tits-lute gLute to Old Adam
How long had it been since he had felt romantic love? Four hundred years? Five hundred? Those days he felt were long gone, however, some nights when he slept heavy enough, it was almost like he could feel it all again.
His arms wrapped tight around his guardian almost as if she were a safety blanket for him. Maybe she was, he would never tell her. Adam cannot put that kind of stress on top of her already heavy shoulders. But in his sleep? It came through at times.
A breath leaves him for a moment, arms tightening around her to bring her just an inch closer, his lips slowly twitching upwards into a content smile as he lets out one little word.
“Lute…”
He chuckles a little, glad that she’s so excited! The First Father simply nods “You will not hear a complaint out of me.” He said, continuing with her braid. “I’m not used to my hair braided so you will have to be patient with me. It’s been many years.”
Reblogged danger-tits-lute
Anonymous asked:
Lute’s eyes follow his features in the darkness, she isn’t sleeping like usual but he likes when she lays beside him and she’s more than happy to soak in his closeness. Sometimes she wished for sleep though, because when all she could do was look at his rugged, handsome features worn by their years together on Earth (even without his knowledge) as she could think about was how badly she wanted to kiss him.
Her soul thrummed so fast in her chest and her breathing softly rose in intensity. She couldn’t, nor would he want her to. This was her life as his guardian, painfully in love with the first man and unable to do anything about it.
@danger-tits-lute gLute to Old Adam
How long had it been since he had felt romantic love? Four hundred years? Five hundred? Those days he felt were long gone, however, some nights when he slept heavy enough, it was almost like he could feel it all again.
His arms wrapped tight around his guardian almost as if she were a safety blanket for him. Maybe she was, he would never tell her. Adam cannot put that kind of stress on top of her already heavy shoulders. But in his sleep? It came through at times.
A breath leaves him for a moment, arms tightening around her to bring her just an inch closer, his lips slowly twitching upwards into a content smile as he lets out one little word.
“Lute…”
He chuckled at that, nodding in agreement as the brush runs through her hair easily now after a couple of strokes. “Aclima had a rather fun habit of doing as she liked, regardless of who told her otherwise. Truly a free spirit.”
Hearing of their being other styles gave Adam a moment of pause and thought about that. He wondered how many styles there could be, if the creativity of Angels was instant and they had perfect knowledge of all things or not. Magnificent creatures they are. Especially the woman in front of him.
“Well, if you wouldn’t mind…” He smiled, beginning to braid her very long and silk like hair. “I would love to see how you would braid my hair.”
Reblogged danger-tits-lute
Anonymous asked:
Lute’s eyes follow his features in the darkness, she isn’t sleeping like usual but he likes when she lays beside him and she’s more than happy to soak in his closeness. Sometimes she wished for sleep though, because when all she could do was look at his rugged, handsome features worn by their years together on Earth (even without his knowledge) as she could think about was how badly she wanted to kiss him.
Her soul thrummed so fast in her chest and her breathing softly rose in intensity. She couldn’t, nor would he want her to. This was her life as his guardian, painfully in love with the first man and unable to do anything about it.
@danger-tits-lute gLute to Old Adam
How long had it been since he had felt romantic love? Four hundred years? Five hundred? Those days he felt were long gone, however, some nights when he slept heavy enough, it was almost like he could feel it all again.
His arms wrapped tight around his guardian almost as if she were a safety blanket for him. Maybe she was, he would never tell her. Adam cannot put that kind of stress on top of her already heavy shoulders. But in his sleep? It came through at times.
A breath leaves him for a moment, arms tightening around her to bring her just an inch closer, his lips slowly twitching upwards into a content smile as he lets out one little word.
“Lute…”
“It’s not a problem, dear.” He grinned. “It’s the least I can offer to you after everything you’ve done. I’d be honored to do so.”
Regardless of the time it would take he would urge her to turn around in bed so he could start. He knew what it was like to miss the touch that only family could produce.
He started slow, brushing out her hair as he took strands in his hands. “Abel had very long hair. He got it from his mother. Poor boy didn’t know what to do with it. We would regularly braid the children’s hair, it was so easy for them to get it caught in bushes or trees. So this, in a way, is a treat for me too.”
He talked about his family as if she weren’t there for all of that. It was nice to reminisce.
Anonymous asked:
“Hey ASSFACE. Where are you???? You haven’t answered anyone’s calls and not even Sera knows where you are. I swear to Father you better call me or pick up this phone or the next time I see you you’ll have an extra hole in your face and it won’t be a really cool piercing unless you count my sword in your skull.”
- a very angry and worried lieutenant
“Sup. This is Adam. You know what to do.” Heavy Metal guitar rifts can be heard in the background.
Beep
Reblogged danger-tits-lute
Anonymous asked:
Lute’s eyes follow his features in the darkness, she isn’t sleeping like usual but he likes when she lays beside him and she’s more than happy to soak in his closeness. Sometimes she wished for sleep though, because when all she could do was look at his rugged, handsome features worn by their years together on Earth (even without his knowledge) as she could think about was how badly she wanted to kiss him.
Her soul thrummed so fast in her chest and her breathing softly rose in intensity. She couldn’t, nor would he want her to. This was her life as his guardian, painfully in love with the first man and unable to do anything about it.
@danger-tits-lute gLute to Old Adam
How long had it been since he had felt romantic love? Four hundred years? Five hundred? Those days he felt were long gone, however, some nights when he slept heavy enough, it was almost like he could feel it all again.
His arms wrapped tight around his guardian almost as if she were a safety blanket for him. Maybe she was, he would never tell her. Adam cannot put that kind of stress on top of her already heavy shoulders. But in his sleep? It came through at times.
A breath leaves him for a moment, arms tightening around her to bring her just an inch closer, his lips slowly twitching upwards into a content smile as he lets out one little word.
“Lute…”
He could see the hurt in her eyes, it was the same when he would talk about Eve or Cain, any of his children who have long since passed. Those days he cherished of all of them together made his heart warm but his eyes well with tears when he thought of those days and listening to Lute, he knew exactly what she felt.
But this was good, hearing her speak about her sisters and having her talk about them in this way hopefully was cathartic. Their different sizes, habits, things they created for him and his kind.
Adam kept his smile and nodded, she too knew how it was to be the last of her kind just as Adam does.
“You are a great elder sister. I’m sure you made them all very happy.” He didn’t want to think about how all of them met their end. It would be too much to bear on the soul let alone allow Lute to recall those memories. “Would you like me to braid your hair?”
Reblogged danger-tits-lute
Anonymous asked:
Lute’s eyes follow his features in the darkness, she isn’t sleeping like usual but he likes when she lays beside him and she’s more than happy to soak in his closeness. Sometimes she wished for sleep though, because when all she could do was look at his rugged, handsome features worn by their years together on Earth (even without his knowledge) as she could think about was how badly she wanted to kiss him.
Her soul thrummed so fast in her chest and her breathing softly rose in intensity. She couldn’t, nor would he want her to. This was her life as his guardian, painfully in love with the first man and unable to do anything about it.
@danger-tits-lute gLute to Old Adam
How long had it been since he had felt romantic love? Four hundred years? Five hundred? Those days he felt were long gone, however, some nights when he slept heavy enough, it was almost like he could feel it all again.
His arms wrapped tight around his guardian almost as if she were a safety blanket for him. Maybe she was, he would never tell her. Adam cannot put that kind of stress on top of her already heavy shoulders. But in his sleep? It came through at times.
A breath leaves him for a moment, arms tightening around her to bring her just an inch closer, his lips slowly twitching upwards into a content smile as he lets out one little word.
“Lute…”
There is such a content grin on his cheeks, a light blush runs across his scar as her fingers run through a stray strand of hair and tells him how much she means to him. He was her Eden.
His hand runs up her arm and takes the hand that was in the strand and simply holds it. “And you are mine. Thank you Lute.” He stares at her for a moment before asking. “Tell me more about your sisters. What they liked, what you all would do.”
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Channel anger into strength. That was nailed into her during training.
Anger is strength.
The unit is strength.
Vaggie backed off from the training dummy, spear clutched tight in her hands as a memory flashed in her mind-
Lute's proud smirk as she reached out to Vaggie after a sparring match, her words seared into her brain, "Not bad. Keep up that ferocity and you'll be a killer in no time."
Her lips curled back in a snarl and Vaggie lashed out at the dummy, screeching, "SHUT UP!"
“Whoa, pre-firing before I even say anything? That’s a new one.” Adam enters the training room wearing those big ass stuffy clothes of his that made him look as if to be floating… if not only for the way his knees ruffles the lining of the robes as he moves of course.
“Gotta say, Vagina, you really got an attitude in recent years. And I like it. Finally got that spunk the rest of your sisters got, huh?” He laughs and moves to the poor dummy who’s filled with holes.
“Crazy work. It never stood a chance. Look, you can make out a little “A” right here.” He points to a spot that looks kinda like a couple slash marks made an A… if you pretend. “Aww, thinking of me?”