#psyclots

[zestials-archive]

i just need you to see this shit and know it's canon tbh

THIS IS MY FAVORITE ART. i've been saying it !!! zestial's gotta be one of niffty's favorites , he's exactly what she wanted in a bad boy ! he's got the stage presence , a gentlemanly attitude & still evokes fear so palpable people need to light themselves on fire in attempts to escape it. <33 also i think he'd find her absolutely charming. little chaos murderer that she is !!

[mothvalentino]

@psyclots from here

After seeing Nifty kill none other than the commander of the Exterminators and first man himself, the Vees had more than enough reason to get her on their team.

ཐིཋྀ "I'd say we would have a pretty good shot at the deer seeing how he's taken quite a blow during your battle against Heaven."

"And oh no, your talents would be wasted as a glorified cleaning Fizz. We already have enough people for that. What I'm thinking is you stay at the hotel but report back to me. And in return, we will help you get out of your deal with Alastor. How's that sound, mosquita?"

[xluciifer]

⸺ ❝ ... What are you all going on about? I didn't say anything. Honestly, a King can't get a moment's peace in Hell. ❞

[damnedrainbows]

"Oh, Alastor!" She runs up to him with her arms outstretched, seemingly upset. "I had a most dreadful dream! I dreamt you weren't my master anymore! Do you still like me?"

He sees her coming. It’s just the two of them, but were they out in public Niffty would be meeting the butt end of his extended staff to put distance between them. He can’t allow such weakness to be displayed in public. It would make the girl just as much a target as he would be.

Here where it’s just them, Alastor summons a tendril to catch the girl, and give her a bounce up into his arms where he catches her fondly. “My my golly miss molly, if that isn’t the most horrid nightmare one could imagine!” His arms fold around the little lady. Such a sweet and twisted little soul she is, and one that’s become far more than just that to him.

“Why whoever would you have roach tea parties with if not yours truly? Well now now, it was only a dream. You’re safe here forever.” It’s intended as a sweet promise, but ‘forever’ doesn’t seem to hold the same warm sentiment in such a context.

A ludicrous, if chilling thought. Where would Niffty be if not for him? Saddled up with some scum of the barrels of Hell he was certain. In his opinion, their deal is just as much for her protection. Who knows what overlord she’d find herself under the thumb of?

“Chin up my dear!” He tickles her in the ribs. “You know you’re never fully dressed without a smile. Don’t make me break out the jokes!” As if she can escape them anyway.

[xluciifer]

"sir, may i please be allowed to sink my delicate little teeth into the tough, not-at-all-breakable skin of your neck?" you can't say no on chewsday, bitch.

⸺ ❝ ... Strange way of asking for a favor ... ❞ he sighs, the neck too intimate for his relationship with the cyclops. His shrugged out his arm for her from behind his back.

⸺ ❝ Fine. You can bite my arm, once. That's it. ❞

[damnedrainbows]

           ❛ alastor! ❜ despite resenting being referred to as a child, one could be forgiven for likening the way she runs to the radio demon to a daughter greeting her father after a long day at work. she latches onto one of his legs, koala-ing tightly.  ❛ i missed you today, sir! i've made the best tea in preparation for your return. i know you'll love it! ❜

Difficult days are always brightened by the little rosy cheeks that endeared him, and her nonsensical chatter that only made sense half the time. He may have her on a string, but honestly, who has who wrapped around their finger? She’s melted his cold heart from the moment she attached herself to his waist.

A fully fledged independent woman (if not one that needed his guidance), but still someone the radio demon refused to admit he saw as his girl.

“Missed me, did you?” A hand reaches down to snatch the little lady up by her scruff where he can perch her on his shoulder. “I hope it’s not like that caterpillar tea you tried to make me that time.”

[onhigh]

@psyclots dropped a line~ it's cherri's fault, really. after all, ever since she took her to the club with them, niffty has been intent on getting the spinny feeling back— which perfectly explains why angel finds her DOWNING a bottle of husk's most expensive whiskey atop the bar. niffty, stop, it was almost 150 years old—

━ ⊰ ♡ ⋯ “Whoa, hey! Niff, slow down!” The bottle's halfway empty by this point, but he's snatching it out of her hands as quickly and un - messily as he can manage. A little spill, just as he's fumbling for the cap, but it ain't that big a mess. Easy clean, he's dealt with worse.

“Look, I get it, I prefer bein' fucked up too, but ya can't jus' take what ain't yours...” Regardless of how fussy the smaller becomes, the spider's plucking her from the bar and leaving the whiskey bottle behind. “How's about we split a bottle from my stash instead? We jus' gotta stick t' my room so Charlie don't get pissy about me hidin' shit.”

[mothvalentino]

@psyclots from here

ཐིཋྀ "Mosquita."