Continued From Here, From @poisonedspider -- I Had To Do The Thing. Crimson Is Legitimately Awful, But

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.

LGBT stands for Let’s Get Blitzo Therapy

Sexy Asks: Moxxie may or may not like to know what Blitz would like to do with him one night in the bedroom. If he had the opportunity and Moxxie felt into it.

[Holy crap I am so sorry, I am dumb didn't realize there were more things in my inbox!!! I wasn't trying to ignore you, I'm sorry!]

Blitz would probably be hesitant about getting involved with Moxxie, mostly because he doesn't think it could be just one night--at least not for him. He cares deeply for that little imp and is pretty sure, even if he doesn't want to admit it, that sleeping with Moxxie would lead to a lot of confusing feelings. Blitz is sure Moxxie wouldn't feel the same, tbh, which is the only reason that they might work, but he knows he would be a mess about it happening.

But all of that being said...

I think Blitz would want to be sweet with him, especially at first, while they both figure out what the hell they want from each other. He gives Moxxie a hard time way too often, he would want to make up for that by doing whatever it takes to make sure Moxxie feels wanted, to help him feel that it's not just his body Blitz likes, but the person inside it, too.

Blitz would love to play silly sex games with him. Truth or dare type things, dice, a spinner, something like that--something where it feels like they're not just here for sex, but here to enjoy each other's company, play some games, and have a good time. And while Blitz is usually very much a top, I think Moxxie is someone he wouldn't even hesitate to be a switch with; he trusts Moxxie's ethics completely, and knows Moxxie wouldn't physically hurt him, even given opportunity. Which... trusting him is fucking terrifying, to be honest, because Blitz doesn't always (ever?) handle having actual feelings for a partner very well. But, again, he trusts Moxxie. He knows Moxxie doesn't think much of him (or Blitz believes that, anyway), and I think that helps, in a messed up way, because it lets Blitz stop worrying about whether or not he'll disappoint Mox. He's already a disappointment, so there's really not much farther to fall, and Blitz can just focus on trying to have a good time with him. Play some games, take things as they come, hopefully laugh together at some point, all of that silly stuff.

For one specific sex act he would like to do with him? Prep. Long, slow, very teasing prep. It's pretty clear by now that Moxxie likes penetration, so Blitz would thoroughly enjoy taking his time with that and making the prep into almost the main course.

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

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

@fzrticv liked a starter call ten years ago, sorry I am so slow ghfjksgjdf here, have um... happiness!

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After almost a week of hiding from anyone and everyone, spent drinking and crying and not eating, Blitz made himself come down out of the crawlspace. He was being a fucking child and he knew it, but all he'd been able to do was check his phone again and again and again. Every time it made a sound, he looked to see if it was Stolas...

But the texts he sent Stolas were only ever marked as Delivered. Never Read.

Stolas was probably deleting them without even opening them.

Why wouldn't he?

Blitz wanted to stay up in the ductwork of a dilapidated old building, where no one would find him, where he could cry and lay there and not think at all, but his phone was going to die and people were starting to wonder where he was.

Fuck.

He didn't want to face them.

To tell anyone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He had to, though. He had to and he knew it, and so he climbed down and went home. He showered and put on clean clothes. He couldn't eat, but he at least looked at the food in the fridge. Then, without texting ahead of time, which was probably a mistake, Blitz headed to Lust.

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When he showed up at Fizz's place, he almost chickened out, but a staff-member saw him. Recognizing him, she sent him in and Blitz headed down the halls--shoulders hunched, tail stiff, half-hoping he wouldn't find Fizz, because if he didn't find him, he didn't have to tell him, and if he didn't have to say it out loud, then maybe none of this shit was real.

"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."