#TheSilent

[blurryfangirlansuke]

Decided to look back at the memes that my friend made for me and decided to make another illustration based on it. There's a specific face I make in 0.5. Seconds without seeing Duke content is it true maybe ~ Duke basically calling me out of being clingy well there's a reason well you know the first one thanks to my FRIEND! second he's a comfort character I did mention this in one of my previous arts. Also the background Duke's side is normal the usual castle setting and my side is based on The Silent episode where Missi basically loses her mind and the little creatures eating her inside out. Decided to make an inspiration piece like that but I lose it if Duke's not around hmm no wonder I'm clingy or perhaps I'm just scared either way I'll let you all decide. Thank you my friend once again for the meme ideas and as I turn them into illustrations. Thank you all and have a great day or night ❤️^^

[disappointedpotaaht]

when rnjesus is not on your side today...

[thesilent-o]

"Sir, could you--" Moxxie started to address him from the open doorway to his office. However, Blitzo cut him off before he could finish the thought.

"Sorry Mox, I don't have time to deal with whatever bullshit you have going on. I have more important things to do today." He said abruptly and stood from behind his desk.

He was quick to move past the smaller imp, who stood staring at him a little bewildered. Most days whenever Blitzo stated he had more important things going on, they weren't at all important. It was more of an excuse for him to just shove away whatever issue was going on at the office that he didn't care to handle himself. Especially whenever it came down to Moxxie asking him for something. This time though, it was more than just a lame excuse. Which was why his employee was confused when Blitzo actually brushed past him and out of the office. Generally, he would just shove Moxxie out before slamming the door shut in his face. This time, Blitzo was hurrying for the door that led into their office.

"Mox, I'm leaving you in charge of any new clients that come through. Just make sure you do a better job than last time, okay? I am actually trying to stay in business here. And try not to fuck up my office while I'm gone." And slam.

He was out the door with his last set of orders, not bothering to waste any time in answering any questions that likely would have been thrown his way. Blitzo was trying to play it cool, but truthfully he wasn't sure how long he would have been able to contain himself if he had waited around much longer. The request has come to meet and try to catch up. Smooth things over so to speak from a friendship he had thought for sure he had long since lost years ago. It was one fragment of the life that Blitzo knew and loved, just one, but it was better than nothing. With his father out of the picture and his sister estranged, Fizzarolli was all that was left of the life he had before he had become a skilled assassin. Before his heart had been broken in so many ways that it felt impossible to patch up. And if he could have a chance to reunite with that one fragment of his past, he was going to take it.

But he was anxious as he left IMP. His phone clutched tightly in one hand. Theyd reached an understanding the last time Blitzo had seen Fizz , but hadn't talked much outside that. Their lives had taken two totally different turns since the accident. And while some of their lives was very public. There were other things, smaller parts that neither of them knew about each other. It would take more than an understanding to heal fifteen years of misplaced feelings, avoidance and abandonment. This would be a start though, a step in the right direction. Blitzo had yet to tell his employees about this. Because it would mean discussing pieces of his past that he wasn't comfortable with. The bits that still made him emotional. That was best saved for now for those who had been part of it. Like Fizz. So, for now the meeting he had set up with him had been made without the others knowing about it. Not even Loona.

Blitzo had selected a low profile bar, figuring it would be the best place to talk without disturbance. Fizzarolli was famous after all and Blitzo had made a name for himself among sinners more or less for the job he did. Another less flattering title he'd earned recently was that of a homewrecker. And he wasn't feeling like being heckled by some uptight demon that might look down at him anyway just for being an imp. It was worse to be labeled the object that had led to the dissolution of the Princes' marriage. That was a whole other mess of problems he didn't want to think about. Which was why he had chose a bar to begin with. If he was about to talk about some of the deeper things he harbored, he was going to need a few drinks to get through it. There were reasons why he tried to bury all of things after all. And it was because he never thought he'd have a real chance at making amends.

Once seated, he checked his phone again anxiously while his other hand resided around the last drink he had ordered. Already on his second. Red eyes moved towards the door, wondering if he had maybe gotten his hopes up for nothing. Would Fizz really show up to a place like this?.

Plotted starter for @fizziifrxg

[mr-animall]

ITS HIS BDAY❗❗HAPPY BDAY EDWARD❗❗ 4/4 YAYAYYA

[razzamachazz]

Starter for @thesilent-o

Chaz lit up a cigarette while watching the imp laying next to him through his peripheral vision. It'd been surprisingly easy to talk the guy into a bone sesh. Maybe Mox and Millie discussed their sex lives with their boss and bragged about his big dick and how good he was as fuckin them senseless with it. A wide grin spread across the loan shark's face at the thought. Of course they would, how could they not. The exchange furthered his belief of imps being a slutty bunch—not that he was complaining. 

He rolled off his side of the bed with little grace and plucked his boxers off the floor. He slipped them back on before heading towards the mini fridge in the corner of his bedroom. Chaz blew out a puff of smoke at the eviction notice sitting on top of the chill box while he rummaged through the shelf. "Yo, splotchy" he called over his shoulder. "You want a beer?" A generous offer coming from him, but he had to get the hang of hospitality if he wanted to keep them coming back. 

[theoriginalfizzarolli]

❝ go away ... please, just go away. ❞

"That's my line."

Needless to say, Fizzarolli was distinctly unimpressed to find Blitzø roaming around the neighborhood. The jester himself had woken up as early as he possibly could since he liked being able to take Pickle and Wiener for a walk. He'd even foregone his usual outfit, save for one of his jester hats to cover up his horns. Instead he was in a new set of autumn-themed pajamas, the pants featuring a prominent pumpkin pattern and an oversized pajama top that stated, "Bad Witch Vibes." He even had a cup of coffee in his other hand. "What the hell are you doing out here this early?"

Pickle was too busy sniffing at the nearby grass to notice Fizz's tone, but Wiener picked up on it quickly and let out a low growl of warning, the garhund spreading his leathery wings to make himself look bigger and more intimidating.

[flxshy]

@thesilent-o from here

"Funny, I didn't ask you BLOWING ME UP but here we are. How is life at the bottom by the way?"

[hellish-tremcrs]

@thesilent-o​ [ ✖ ]

“Um- hello?” Walking into Blitz’s office, a meek little frog-like sinner would stand and look around anxiously. He didn’t seem to keep his eyes on any one thing for too long. For fear that he would be told he was staring. Eventually though, he rubs his arm and clears his throat as he continues.

“Sorry to bother you sir, I-- Uh.. Well. I tried calling first.. But I kept getting hung up on? S-Something about not dealing with.. Prank calls? But- I-I really wasn’t calling as a prank..”

Fumbling around with a few papers in his hands, he eventually pulls out a rather old and disheveled flyer of I.M.P. Looking it over a bit, before showing it to the other.

“You’re from- from the TV commercials right?”

[tennagain]

@thesilent-o

The idea of an after-world was never a concept that crossed her mind. Irkens didn't have souls, at least none that Tenn was aware of. Their consciousness was either deactivated, forcefully erased, or collected into the hive mind of the control brains. If she was still a loyal invader to the Empire, this would have been an incredible discovery worth investing research into and reporting back to the Tallest.

Tenn ended up in this place entirely by chance—something to do with a succubus portal—and she wasn't about to complain about it. There was no goal to her stay on Earth, other than self-preservation. At least in hell, she could move around freely and sit at a bar without anyone giving a shit. The only downside was the hostile nature of the population—especially towards someone her size. They tend to underestimate her ability to fight back and she had no qualms with proving herself capable.

She arrived in Imp City through senseless wandering, where bright neon signs buzzed overhead. Tenn often gravitated towards buildings displaying colorful LED lights. It filled her with a sense of homesickness, and more often than not, places like these served drinks.

[demoniicparty]

@thesilent-o:

"Yeah... thanks." He muttered. A hand placed to his forehead before he realized he wasn't sure who he was talking to. Blitzo straightened up and glanced over the other. "Wait, who the fuck are you?"

It was another morning in the Pride ring, where the persistent aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, signaling the start of a new day. Jingles carried a plate laden with eggs and crispy bacon from the kitchen to his bedroom. As he entered the room, he noticed Blitzo was awake, and a warm smile crept across his face.

Setting the breakfast down carefully on the bedside table, Jingles took a seat on the edge of the bed, his bed making a soft squeak as he moved. He observed the disheveled demon before him.

Jingles looked at him surprised for a second before he chuckled softly as he approached Blitzo with a playful grin, ❝ Well, you can call me Jingles, my friend, ❞ he said, his voice brimming with cheerfulness. ❝ I'm your savior from the hangover blues today! And don't worry, I'm here to make sure you're back on your feet and smiling in no time. ❞

[speedyspectra]

Spectra was practically vibrating under her skin. Ever since she’d first opened the courier service, she had hoped to have the chance to build a professional relationship with I.M.P. It was their ads on late night TV that gave her the idea to open up her own business, and now here she was, meeting with their founder to discuss a collaborative opportunity. It seemed like fate. Sure, it wasn’t as important as meeting a fist love or anything really big, but it was a little dream. One that was actually obtainable. And this, THIS, was her chance. All she had to do was sell her brand, give the founder an offer he couldn’t refuse and maybe lay on a few extra compliments and praise. 

She stepped out of the elevator and couldn’t help but grin as she caught sight of the I.M.P. sign on the office door. She stepped inside and made her way over to the receptionist desk. “Excuse me, I have a meeting with Mr. Blitz. I’m with Speedy Spectra Courier Service. Is he in?”

@thesilent-o

[hellsmayflower]

{{ @thesilent-o continued from x }}

*Mayleene's heart raced a bit thinking that this was seriously happening right now. He was not willing to stop until he can get what he wanted out of her. There has to be a catch. She closed her eyes for a moment from against his whisper and she moved him back a little to take a look at his yellow glowing eyes with her honey brown hues with wanting to know something* "I have nothing to give. Are you just doing...what ever this is because you want something from me other than you wanting sex...or is it because that you just want to screw me so bad."

[thesilent-o]

"Hey Mox-- Huh, wonder where's he's off to so fast?" Blitzo had just turned to make a comment at one of his employees for the recent job they had completed, only to find the little imp scurrying off. Of course, anything he had to say was forgotten as it was probably just some insult he would have tossed at him. What replaced it was a curiosity. He remembered Moxxie saying something about needing to head back home whenever they got back. But Blitzo had only assumed that home was just the space he shared with Millie, nothing other than that. He didn't think that he meant home, home--as in where he had come from. And that was something that he had yet to see. While they'd met Millie's folks and seen where it was that she came from, it had remained a mystery to Moxxie's origins. And of course as far as his own origins went, well Blitzo didn't wanna talk about any of that and he probably never would, either. Instead, he would just pry into the lives of his employees and insert himself into their business whether they wanted him to or not. So, naturally, he followed the little imp out of the office. Of course, making sure that he wasn't seen by Moxxie the whole way. He knew that he would only hear an earful if he was caught tailing him. Not only that but Blitzo figured he wouldn't be able to figure out where they were going very easily, if he were discovered tagging along. It was no different than it was whenever he was spying on Moxxie when he was at home. It didn't make for a real reaction to anything if they knew he was there. What he wanted to see was something authentic. A piece into Moxxie's life that he hadn't seen before and one he had never revealed to anyone except for perhaps Millie. Which Blitzo found to be annoying because he should be just as included in his life as she was, in his mind.

"...A hotel? What is he hiding some secret lover or some shit?" Blitzo muttered to himself once he had reached the outside of the hotel he followed Moxxie to. He'd heard of his hotel or rather, he had seen it advertised because he had been there when Charlie had made her debut. But since then, he hadn't been back to the area. Certain that the hotel was probably doomed from the start. A good idea, but it wouldn't work, not with how the demons in hell worked. So, it was interesting to him that his little killer would come such a distance to a place that was meant to reform demons. Blitzo guessed that if he wanted to find out what was going on, he would have to go inside and see for himself. Doing so though, he wasn't sure if he would find himself swept up in whatever the hell this place was supposed to be. Blitzo wasn't the kind of demon that felt like he needed or wanted any reforming. If he did, he would have done something like that a long time ago. With a shrug to himself though, he pressed on and pulled the doors open to the lobby. Stepping in side, he slowed to a stop. His hands coming up to rest on his hips while he took in his surroundings. Of course the little imp was no where in sight now. Why would he be? The place was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, too. So, how the hell was he supposed to find him? His brows furrowed over his eyes in frustration. Well this would all just be a wasted trip and effort, if he didn't come here to find out what he had been hoping to. And that would be something he would throw in Moxxie's face later, for wasting his time like this. It didn't matter if the smaller imp would have known Blitzo followed him there or not. @cervidae-demon -plotted starter.

[angel-dust-addict]

❝ You want me to fuck you right here, where someone could walk in on us? ❞

/show me what ya got ;p

"Hey, if that's what gets ya hot, I sure as fuck ain't gonna complain," Angel told the imp with a smirk. He leaned down to get a little closer, not caring what bending over in this skirt would show. "I ain't shy. Sometimes havin' an audience can be fun."

[razzamachazz]

XXX

Chaz is a nibbler! He'll bite on your neck or shoulder during sex, and if given the opportunity, he'll nip on your thighs. Tender inner thigh meat makes a tasty snack 🦈

[cxciditfilius]

@thesilent-o

Lucifer's getting rather close & personal with the assassin , seemingly inspecting him . Even giving one of the large horns a poke or two .

´´ Say , do I know you from somewhere ? You look so familiar . ´´

He knows about an imp wooing prince Stolas . Not by face but by name . However . He watches TV . I.M.P does have an advertisement running on air . Say hello to your 0.1% audience .