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MONXCULAR - a low activity, canon-focused portrayal of NIFFTY from the HELLIVERSE. navigated by nerdy [they/he]. 21+. mdni.

犯罪者は TRASH そして彼らは ASSHOLES

ABOUT || RULES || VERSES || HEADCANON || PROMO SHIPPING CALL || STARTER CALL || MEMES

a cyclops written by a cyclops.

hazbin blogroll: @monxcular [you are here], @sefvyann [alastor sideblog] main multimuse: @nerditudes

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vinihyperfocus

Just look at her trying not to laugh. She was ragebaiting everyone (and she succeeded!) xD

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artsymestuff

4/30 Hellaverse Pride Month Chellange - Straight/Ally Niffty

Today I chose to draw Niffty as straight ally (which she is, idk why I wrote it twice as if that weren’t obvious by first time). Costume is ofc inspired by one that she had in s1 to punish bad boys so she shall use the… thing (idk how to call it honestly) in her hands to punish „bad boys” that are homo/trans/ace/etc. - phobic

#;; niff #she's out here repping Allyship HARD

its-just-a-meme

For every "♡" I get I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

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monxcular

She's never done anything wrong in her life, ever.

monxcular

Because there's no one left alive to remember.

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She's never done anything wrong in her life, ever.

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I'm gonna need someone to stop me before I add a lil shark creature to this blog. Perhaps as some sort of new pet for Niff to look after.

#;; ooc #its ok he's bioengineered to be virtually indestructable #but also let him be a gift from a certain SCIENCE NERD #a lil guard shark slash pet slash emotional support gremlin #i need to be deterred from doing this

for that silly hazbin hotel thing. my bias is clear. i need more niffty. she is my absolute favorite.

here’s the link

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if not friend, why friend shaped?

#;; niff #al with his “there are no friends in hell” but he cares about one [1] chaotic cyclops

radiotyrant

@monxcular || the old man caught the hellflu for the first time in his afterlife

He was sick. It was an absurd notion, in Alastor's mind. Him. The radio demon. Sick! To say nothing of the fact he was dead. A spirit. A demon, no less. Why did Hell have disease? But that was the answer to his own question, he thought irritably; because it was Hell.

Alastor was no stranger to discomfort, even before Hell; after, it had only gotten worse. Joint pain he hadn't had in life; before, it had just been the leg. Now, it was all of the main joints, and all of the pain he endured in his clashes with overlords in the past on top of it. With Vox. It had never slowed him down, beyond the need to regenerate. Not even when an archangel had nearly split his ribcage open. Not when another overlord had him tied to a chair and drugged out of his head for weeks.

It was nearly noon when he woke, after he had went to bed quite early the night before. Which, for Alastor, who rarely went to bed before two AM nor slept later than six AM, that alone spoke volumes to his condition. Still, he had tried to dismiss Niffty's concerns. Why? He didn't know, really; instinct, perhaps. He always kept his physical condition close to the vest, even with her, despite that she was perhaps the one person in this pit that he trusted without question. Habits from a stubborn life wherein he'd felt he had no one to truly rely on, maybe. Of course he kept to himself. He'd hidden the severity of his injuries after the fight with Adam as long as he could, after all. But she had noticed, none the less; he could tell by the extra blanket pulled over him by the time he woke.

The waking was rough. It seemed that, today, the engine that drove the radio demon to near manic levels of energy ran low on fuel long before the day had even started. It didn't stop him from getting up, even as his spine cracked from head to hip. He didn't even bother to make the bed behind him. Ordinarily, he would have, even knowing Niffty would be right behind him later to redo it to her liking. Some habits died hard, and those borne of military service were especially stubborn. His head felt foggy as he dressed though, his signal muted behind bone and sinus pressure. He could have done so with a flick of the wrist, but he liked the routine, even now.

Behind him, the door to his room shut with a quiet click as he finally stepped out into the hotel hall. He'd finally repaired his room, at least enough to have a fireplace and a proper place to sleep. Sudden movement around him interrupted his thoughts, crimson eyes snapping to the side. The ears twitched atop his head as he tracked the soft sound of rapid steps, and the miserable smile he wore spread as Niffty stopped in his view. His neck crrk!'d as he turned his head to look at her.

"Niffty!" The tinny edge of his voice was muffled somehow. He resented it, but pressed on. She wouldn't notice. She would notice. "Good morning, darling!" But if he just filled the air with enough noise, perhaps she wouldn't get a word in edgewise, and he'd be able to go about his day. "I see you're already up and at it. Getting a bit of a late start myself, so I'm afraid I must be off if I'm going to catch up on my business for the day, ʜᴀʜᴀ!"

Then, and only then, as that tinny, old timey laugh slipped through to complete the performance, did he turn on his heel to start walking down the hall, away from his companion, his grin charming despite how he felt. But the eyes just weren't as alert as they should have been.

monxcular

Women were the ultimate caregivers.

Niffty would insist this was an absolute. She had been born and raised to one day become a wife and mother. That meant having to get your hands dirty, to sacrifice your own needs for those of others. No one knew how to care better than her. She was, after all, the housekeeper and cook of the hotel.

Every guest was the potential for a new person to dote on. And while sure-- she might've preferred to focus on the male residents-- she provided the same services to anyone who asked. It wasn't as though she could refuse an order. Besides-- she actually believed in Charlie's dream, and wanted to give her all to help the Princess achieve it.

She might've been a bit of an airhead, but underneath all that mania was a mind that had its moments. Niffty had always been better with empathy rather than outright strategy. The moment she passed Alastor in the hall-- she could tell something was off.

He always wore a smile, always had-- ever since she'd found him. But his voice-- his tone was off. He sounded as though he were speaking form underneath a futon. Her reddish-yellow gaze followed him intently, watching his footsteps as she scurried after him.

"Oooh do we have some folks to maim? Torture? Debts to collect?" A nefarious giggle slipped past sharp teeth. Normally, he'dve been up hours ago. He would occasionally check in on her as she made breakfast for the guests-- but today-- no he was up far later than usual.

The little gears in her maddened mind creaked with eons of disuse as they began to slowly extrapolate all the information. It would take a while, but in the meantime she could keep her favorite person company. Though the little hellion quickly noticed there was something off with his gait as well.

"I can help sir! You know I'm really good at cleaning up when you're done." With those words she bounded onto the taller demon. Alastor was her own personal playground-- and she was the only one [she knew of] that was allowed to even touch him. Let alone ride him like some sort of circus animal.

#;; niff #radiotyrant #HERE WE GO THE CHAOS SHALL ENSUE

hazbinhyperfixationtime

#;; niff #i firmly believe he'd watch her song if she asked #and he would GENUINELY compliment it

chocorru

i finally figured out how to post vertically...also surprise i gave up on this and just decided on one colour and i think it's ok!! anyway this is my take on niffty helping alastor out after he gets whooped by adam post-s1 🫡

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