#[ niffty; ic. ]

[gctchell]

This post acts as both an interest check point and a tag dump for Niffty. Please leave a 🧹 in the replies (and for multis, the muses you're interested in having her interact with), or like this post if you have interest in interacting with her!

[ niffty; visage. ]

[ niffty; ic. ]

[ niffty; musings. ]

[ niffty; aesthetics. ]

[ niffty; headcanons. ]

[ niffty; interests. ]

[ niffty; style. ]

[ niffty; bonds. ]

[madefate]

💋 / @top-shelf-tender

Swift as anything, Niffty has made her way across the hotel lobby from shadow to shadow, darting around furniture and swinging around the bar until she has acquired her target. From there it's the easy part: nimbly using a lower shelf as leverage to hop right onto Husk's back and scale up to his shoulders, resting neatly with a hold on the top of his head. - Though, of course, only with her free hand.

In the other, her creation catches the dim late nighttime ambiance lighting of the hotel: wire expertly molded into a circlet shape, dotted with carved glass shards that have had their edges dulled into pretty shapes, and spotted with a few bottlecaps bent into diamond shapes. She slips the crown onto the top of Husk's head, between his ears, and presses a kiss to fluffy fur.

❝ And now you are officially Prince Spirits ! ❞

[hotelbitches]

why does shit always get weird when she looks away?

[xluciifer]

⸺ ❝ Truthfully, since @stringspullcd's been around, and how much she goes on about men, that she would've had higher standards than to go for a TV screen. But hey, all power to her. ❞

[stay-tuncd]

Niffty runs up and stands at Alastor's feet, staring up at him with a smile. Suddenly, she raises her arms and bounces a little. "Uppies!"

(from @maid-in-hcll)

At first, Alastor gave her a quizzical tilt of his head. Why was she speaking like a toddler? But, of course, it was Niffty. He knew much better than to question her reasoning for anything.

"Of course, my dear!" he said, lifting her up and holding her at arm's length. "Oh, you're so tiny..." he chuckled at her. Now what? It would have been so easy to just... throw her at something. She might even enjoy that, knowing her gleeful reaction to pain.

[gamblins]

Chewsday | always accepting |: sent :

@damnedrainbows ;; Niffty is chomping on cat dad’s ankle

Loud scream came from the feline. Looking down at ankle seeing non other Niffty, the little lady decided to strike him. A low sigh left him. Kneeling down grabbing hold of her dress pulling her away from him. " niffty , are you teething again . " He jokes, smiling lightly at the little demon

[the-delightful-temptation]

@keenie-bopper

"Oh fuck.."

"I didn't know that could happen... Maybe I should take care around Niffty.."

[grimgrinnr]

" In my absolutely unbiased opinion, we need more Nifftys! "

[lilithisms]

' about paimon ?! out of all demons . . . PAIMON ?! '

[thelinnmiser]

IRL: Can't Believe I Got This Done. Now I Wonder If Anybody Will Do A "But My Version" Of The Movie With This Cast? I Can Get You The Sprites For Luck If You Want Or Not.

(IRL: BTW, You Can Make Art For This. I'll Get You Reference If You Want?)

[gctchell]

[madefate]

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep. ((any muse you feel would fit~)) / @top-shelf-tender

This is very, very far from the first time Niffty has spent the night pacing the hotel's halls. When she'd first arrived, she would slip out, cleaning rag in hand, and find something - anything - that could use her attention: something to polish, something to dust, something to clean. Clean, clean, clean, and suddenly the world wasn't so deafeningly quiet. Suddenly the world was much smaller and easier to manage, and the thoughts racing through her mind would settle into their comfortable, twisting rhythm.

Now she's simply roaming. No, there aren't many people here at this hotel, are there? Even though Hell is so big and there are so many sinners, and isn't the point that the sinners come here ? Oh, well ! Niffty touches things along the way - she straightens the curtains, she taps down the rug, and eventually, she finds a window set into an alcove that looks down at Pentagram City, and she presses her face against the glass and watches the lights.

She doesn't know how much time has passed when she hears the noise of another person, but the moment she does she whips around - half instinctually grabbing for her needle, half overjoyed - and then she simply lets her legs hang over the edge of the sill when she sees who it is.

❝ Hu-usk, ❞ she calls - not smiling, but her voice is a sing-song even if it's devoid of its more typical cheer. ❝ You shouldn't be up so late - are you doing something naughty ? ❞

[hotelbitches]

has heard of asmodeus. is interested.

[countlessrealities]

Vox or Angel Dust { For Alastor 👀 }

Send two names and my muse will say which they’d rather kiss || Accepting !

This "open calls" section is really getting out of control. Alastor still has a really hard time understanding how some people can be so bold while knowing who he is and what sort of horrors he's capable of.

He needs to have a talk with Charlie, at least about filtering the calls he gets, if he really has to keep this bothersome ordeal ongoing. Giving his pet project a proper spotlight isn't worth...this.

However, since the terms haven't been renegotiated yet, he is stuck dealing with yet another of these pesky calls. Perhaps he'll go hunting again, once his radiocast is over.

"I find very curious how eager you all are when it comes to involve me in your...questionable games, my dear listeners," he comments, drumming his claws against the wooden surface of his desk. "I'd love to know where this tread is coming from, especially if there's one specific person who decided to make it, as the youngsters say, a 'thing'. I bet they find it extremely entertaining."

The shadows rise inside the radio tower, subtle but impossible to miss. Static floods through the wavelengths he's using, like nails scratching against a blackboard.

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The sound of a faraway scream echoes underneath his words, lingering for a moment before the transmission abruptly goes back to normal. The Radio demon hums, leaning back in his chair.

"Anyway, I'm kissing Vaggie. Next caller in line!"

From inside the Hotel, the sound of something dropped on the floor can be heard, followed by the voice of a certain former Exorcitst.

"What the actual fuck, Alastor?!"

{ @holoharbinger - mentioned }

[metaladam]

Here comes Niffty FLYING in and biting him right on the leg! "Happ' Chusschay!'

He was in visible shock as he felt the cycloptic women's teeth dig into him. This was not what he had in mind....

[helldustedstories]

@madefate asked: ❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ / niffty @ husk!

an assortment of dialogue prompts // accepting

Despite the fact that there weren't that many people at the hotel, and he almost always had at least some alcohol in his own system, Husk did actually care about being a bartender. It certainly wasn't his dream job or anything, but it was something he knew well and he was good at.

So he kept the bar clean, organized, and (relatively) well-stocked. He even deep-cleaned at least once a week (though depending on what happened in the hotel, sometimes it was more frequent, and he grumbled the whole time he did it), which happened to be today.

All the bottles came out from under the bar, and he scrubbed down all the shelves, to make sure the bug problem didn't extend to his area of the hotel. He might be a washed-up drunk, but he'd be damned (again) if he let fuckin' bugs take over his bar. Unless it was specifically so Niffty could deal with them. Then he'd be more willing to tolerate them, at least for a period of time.

He'd just finished putting all the stock back where it belonged when, before he could stand up, he felt a very familiar weight on his head. His hat was currently on top of the bar, which meant that Niffty was just standing directly on him.

His ears had pinned back at the initial contact, but once he realizes that it is Niffty, he relaxes at least a little bit.

He lets out a little huff as she fusses with his fur, but he's much less likely to just tell her to fuck off than he is most other people. "Couldn't have waited until after I finished all this, Niff? It's just gonna get all messed up again."