It Is Escalating To Actually Animating Something My Brainrot Is Officially Serious

it is escalating to actually animating something my brainrot is officially serious

Edit: no oh no guys it's getting very serious now

"Yeah," Blitz said, closing his eyes. His voice shook with the heartache and the humiliation, with the fight he was losing. He didn't want to break down again. Fuck, he didn't want to break down again. He didn't want to break down--

But Stolas was gone.

Blitz finally understood, but too little and too late.

And Stolas was gone.

His eyes welled with tears and he shook his head at Moxxie, trying to tell him--anything. Everything. Blitz started to say something, but swallowed hard and shook his head again, the tears falling. He sat down on the floor against the wall, folded his arms on his knees, and pressed his forehead down hard on them.

"Will you stay, Moxxie...? Just... just for a little while? Don't tell Loona. Let her... let her have a good night. I'll get my shit together before I go home. I'll... I'll fix... It'll..." Blitz's voice broke. He sobbed once before he caught himself, before he managed to choke it back, and hugged his legs more tightly. Even his tail was animated now, testament to how emotional he was; Blitz didn't like to be particularly expressive with it, not unless he wasn't paying any attention to dignity. But now, his tail wrapped tightly around his legs, as tight as he could get it.

He wanted to ask Moxxie to hug him, but he didn't know how. They would be such simple words, but right then, Blitz couldn't even imagine there was a way. He could barely breathe, barely think. His head ached from the sobbing earlier, and the blood on his knuckles continued to ooze. He felt sick to his stomach, tight in the chest, and like there was just--there wasn't a point. To any of this. Why? Why did life have to be this way? Why did good things only come when it was too late to recognize them? Why was he so stupid? So useless? So... incapable of being even remotely fucking worthy...?

All I do is feel sorry for myself like a little bitch, he thought, more harshly than maybe he should, because hurting himself, even with his thoughts, was easier than anything else. It at least gave him enough of a pause in the sobbing that he could wrest self-control back, and get a few words out: "I'm sorry, Moxxie."

continued from here || @doublejango

"O-okay..." he looked away, rubbing his arm. Seeing Blitzo like this physically stung him and it was awkward as hell. But at the same time. "...a-after I call Loona to come sit with you, okay? I don't want to leave you like this."

While the news Stolas was 'gone', their company possibly in jeopardy, and there being things to discuss beyond that was forefront in his anxious mind, Blitzo looked in no state to be answering questions. He pulled out his phone and scrolled for the number he never called except for work. About to text the secretary that she needed to head to the office to sit with her father. If anyone would understand Blitzo's mood it would be his family, right? Maybe being reminded that he had family would help him? But he expected the usual pushback from Blitzo so he reasoned as well "I won't tell her what's going on, just that you need her here. Is that okay?"

continued from here, from @poisonedspider -- I had to do the thing. Crimson is legitimately awful, but I hope Angel enjoys making his head explode. I can't see this going anywhere good, but xD hopefully it'll be entertaining.

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Chaz smirked when he saw the numbers go up and up and up on his video. He'd known this was a good idea! Who wouldn't want to watch HellTok videos about crime? It was good for the business, really! Just because Crimson didn't understand didn't mean it was a bad idea. The guy was practically a dinosaur, his understanding of tech was so shitty. Besides, showing his softer side had clearly helped entertain the masses--or, well, talking about Angel Dust had, at least. People liked the porn star, and so video related to him tended to do well. Seeing all of the likes and the comments was amazing...

Until Angel Dust himself commented.

The shark had been lounging in bed, idly toying with some broken headphones, when that notification popped up. He choked on nothing and slammed his head into the lamp, he sat up so quickly. "Holy shit! He actually saw it...? Holy shit!"

Not overly in possession of sense, the shark raced out of his room and down to Crimson's bedroom, bursting in.

"Angel Dust commented! He wants you to romance him!" he shouted, completely not misinterpreting the comment at all.

Crimson narrowed his eyes and, slowly, put his book down. "I'd ask what the fuck you're talking about, but that would imply I care. Do us both a favor and go get yourself some beauty sleep, huh? You could use it."

"Nooo," Chaz protested, "you don't understand! He wants you to romance him, he likes you!"

The imp snorted quietly. "Uh huh. And I'm a daisy. Go to bed, Chaz; I want to finish this chapter."

Frustrated, frowning, Chaz whined just once before he did as he was told. But, once in bed, he realized there was still mischief he could do. He could find a way to get those two together. He had a few snapshots of Crimson that no one else would have, and a few minutes was all the time it took to make a Fangzbook profile for the mob boss. Over the next hour, Chaz did what he could to make it look authentic...

Then sent Angel Dust a friend request along with a message, as Crimson:

[Saw your comment. Glad to know you enjoy romance. If that doesn't count as seduction though, what does? You tell me how you want to be seduced. I'll deliver. Yours, Crimson.]

There was absolutely no way, Chaz thought, tucking his arms behind his head and smiling up at the ceiling, that this could backfire.

"Alright," Striker snapped, "I'll warn ya next time." He hadn't even looked to see who he was holding yet; his heart was pounding, adrenaline racing. The goddamn extermination wasn't supposed to happen until tomorrow, so the fuck was Heaven doing starting it now? He held the imp snugly in against himself with one arm, a gun in his other hand, and growled quietly at the sky.

Angels were pouring down, masks reflecting their vicious natures as they hit the ground running, already chasing after Sinners. The Hellborn should be safe, but all the same, there was usually warning beforehand. Hellborn usually got the hell out of the way and had somewhere safe to hide, places the damn angels wouldn't bother kicking the doors down. Having one's safety guaranteed by contract was one thing, but it was hard to believe a guarantee like that meant a thing when you were surrounded by bloodthirsty bastards.

The alcove he and his imp were in was covered by a tattered awning, but it wasn't cover enough. The restaurant had been closed for years, boarded up, but it looked a damn sight more appealing than going out there, where the killing had already started.

"Come on." He let go of his companion and broke the window, darting inside without a second thought. Only then did Striker turn to look and see just who he had saved--

Son of a bitch.

Fizzarolli. That damn clown.

He growled quietly in frustration, tail rattling, but shook his head. "Gotta be a closet or somethin' we can hide in, barricade up. Come on. Let's wait this out." A massive boom punctuated his words, a nearby explosion rocking the entire street. Striker swore under his breath. How? How were they starting early? His tail twitched, the urge to go find a secure place crawling in his spine like tiny little claws, but he didn't leave. This imp might not be his favorite, but they were in this together now, and he was an imp; Striker wasn't going to abandon his ass, not in the face of--that.

@doublejango || liked for a plotted bag of trouble for our boys. || For Striker

Fizz was having the time of his life that evening. Being able to take off early not having an escort around the pride ring was an amazing feeling. Normally he would have to have someone watching out for him, but apparently someone had ticked Valentino off good enough for him to get guards off his back. He just exited one of the bars, a rather pleased grin on his face. 

The night was still young & the star was off to his next adventure! Or, so he would have been, if he hadn't heard the panicked scream from down the street. "Huh ? " Confused gaze lifts to the sky, eyes gradually widening the moment he sees a number of angels coming down at an alarming rate.

"Oh, fuck —— "

He nearly stumbles over his own footing as he starts running, attempting to get himself the fuck out of there & back to the tower as soon as possible. "What the hell ? It wasn't suppose to start until tomorrow ! " Unless, wait ... was that why Val was so pissy distracted earlier? The fuck didn't he say anything for?

Oh, he was so going to come into work late the next day if he got out of this alive. Maybe not to keep his status, but he was going to do something as a payback for this shit.

"Ack !! Hey, next time, warn a guy ! " he growls out when he feels a hand grabbing & pulling him back into a hiding spot.

"Oh, here," Blitz said, handing over his phone without a second thought, "check mine out for a minute. I stole a Sin card and now it's hooked up to the Earth networks. Here, actually..." He came around to sit on Angel's side of the booth and, scooting up close to him without a care in the world for personal boundaries, showed him how to open up TikTok.

"I got onto the good side of TikTok, where it's basically all gay shit and people dancing. And a lot of cosplayers. Earth's still regressive as fuck but like, compared to how it used to be, apparently? It's a lot better. Check this shit out." He scrolled to a Pride montage, smiling a little sadly--maybe a little bitterly--at how beautiful it was. "Check that out, huh? They parade down the fucking streets. Whether or not they're scared, they get out there and do it, marching for all the ones who can't, to show there are still gay people out there who will throw the fuck down for anyone who needs it..." Blitz sighed, frowning, and leaned lightly against the pretty spider. By comparison to Earth, Hell was pretty progressive, pretty fucking safe...

But there was something nice about all of those rainbows.

They were beautiful.

The rainbows, the defiance. The joy in the eyes of the people walking proud and free down a street, beautiful in all their glorious imperfection, stronger than anyone's hatred or disdain could ever break down.

"This guy..." He scrolled to another video when that first one ended, even though Angel was still the one holding the phone. Blitz was quiet, letting the guy on the screen talk--a handsome young human confessing that he'd been attacked once, and had had to go on with a show, that no one would ever know when it happened because he covered the bruises up so well. "There are so fucking many like him. They're just... they're brave as shit. And they're so fucking beautiful. And I wish... I wish..."

He looked down at the Asmodean crystal embedded in his hand--theoretically on his glove, but even when he took his glove off, the crystal remained.

Blitz closed his eyes. "I wish we could go to Pride. And maybe we could. If you... I mean, not that just.. fucking off on a trip with someone you just met is a good idea, I just... it looks so fucking beautiful. And rainbows don't shine the same under our shitty red sky."

Angel's eyes moved to the extended hand, before smiling warmly and taking it in his own, giving it a squeeze as he shook it. Not one of those ridiculously manly squeezes in an attempt to assert dominance, no. Still dainty, but more of a 'no one has been this polite to me in some time' sort of deal. Most people didn't go for a handshake with Angel. Their hands always ended up elsewhere.

"Blitz." He repeated, tasting it on his tongue, giving a nod. "Ah' like it." He took a sip of his drink as he listened to the imp ramble on, almost choking on it as he heard Blitz talk about - what the fuck was that? Something something all he had caught was lesbian horses, and if Angel Dust had a proper nose it would certainly be wrinkling right now. Porn was weird. He should know.

"Nah, ain't with no one tonight. Don't get out on mah' own much, and figured ah' deserved it. Yeh' know, a night tah' just....do what ah' wanna do. And who ah' wanna do." He nearly purred out the word, though at the mention of everything on Earth, Angel found himself entirely curious. "Sounds fascinatin'." He nodded, swirling the martini cup and looking into it, before raising an eyebrow at the smaller male.

"So, gay shit on Earth? Sounds like they ain't as homophobic as they used tah' be when ah' was breathin'." This made him smile, though he also felt a bittersweet resentment. He wished he could have seen it. Maybe he wouldn't have overdosed if he had known there was hope on the horizon. A chance to be himself without holding back. "Velvette catches meh' up a lot, but that bitch is so buried in her phone it ain't easy tah' learn much from 'er."

"Yeah, I... I guess it will." Moxxie's eyes were so beautiful when he was happy, Blitz thought, feeling a sudden wave of pride in his friend and employee. And so, although Blitz almost never initiated contact that intimate--with anyone, ever--he reached over with his tail and lightly tapped it against Moxxie's tail, a much more meaningful version of a high-five. He withdrew his tail almost immediately, not wanting to see how disgusted it would likely make Mox, but for that one little moment, it had felt nice. To be so proud of something they'd done together, to see the light in Moxxie's eyes--even if some of it was just the reflected firelight--it had been nice.

But as the minutes passed and the humans started to realize that they really were safe, Blitz felt a sense of urgency returning. They couldn't stay here with them. They didn't belong here with them. No matter how good it felt, seeing families whole and safe and knowing it was because of them, they had to go.

"Hey, uh, Big Guy," he said, patting their human ride on the head.

The human looked up. "Sup, bruh?"

"You mind putting us down? Our uh... our.... experimental wildfire fighting gear is um, proprietary Elon Musk shit, and we weren't supposed to use it yet, just uh... My partner and I gotta head." That was maybe one of the worst lies he had ever tried, but the human just shrugged and nodded and carried both of them to the edge of the lake before putting them down.

"Here you go, dudes. You guys were awesome. Thanks for saving our asses."

"Yeah, yeah, that's uh, what we do, saving asses." Blitz smiled awkwardly, shot finger-guns at him, nodded... then grabbed Moxxie's hand and ran the hell out of there, taking him into the fire. Blitz ran with him until they found a safe little rocky alcove, almost a cave, to hide in, then crouched against the stone wall--still holding his friend's hand.

"Do you... ever... feel like there's shit you want to say... but you can't? Because there's no good way to," Blitz lifted his head and looked out at the fire, watching as a tree fell and erupted into a cascade of embers, "to just bring it up? Not that we talk, I mean. You and I. But what if... we were... you know. People who did. Who could?"

Moxxie was tiny, even for an imp on the short side, so when the human picked him up he nearly flew into the air and he was tossed over the shoulder far easier than Blitzo was and had to cling to the guy with his claws like an unruly cat. He stared at Blitzo and grit his fangs as he got his bearings. “Where’s he taking us– oh. Okay.” when he realized the guy was on their side and they were just headed into the lake he settled down, stared to Blitzo for any sign of what to do next but his boss seemed as in awe of the fire as the humans were. The whole ordeal was wrapping up into one big, giant, burning hazardous event that saw them as the unlikely rescuers of this group. 

He easily climbed on to the other broad shoulder of this human and sat to look at how ablaze the forest was now and the smoke was certainly choking the air. He coughed and hit his chest. But when Blitzo told him he did a good job, he couldn’t help but smile widely. Wider than his usual smile. “R-really?–I mean, uh. Oh. Thank you.” He tried to play it off as less than it was. But it mattered, as all positive feedback from Blitzo did. “I’m glad you’re not hurt, Blitz... Won't this be a story to tell?"