#midfucku

[midfite]

have you ever written a serious reply intoxicated?

RP HABBIT QUESTIONS !

if im going to be honest with you all ,  most of my replies are written while i am drunk SDKFJDFJ its just when im most relaxed and just don’t overstress my portrayal and writing

[midmass]

mom does dick size matter ???

❝ no   ,   honey   ,   and   don't   let   ANYBODY   tell   you   it   does! ❞

[midfite]

*    STARTER    CALL !           @midfucku​​​​​

❝    your  sister   . . .    what  does  she  look  like ?    ❝            his  voice  echoes  in  the  church  gardens ,    &.    if    one  were   to  look  closely ,  something  akin  to  sorrow  would  take  over  monochrome  features    :    grief    &.    perhaps  compassion  for  a  child  he  did  not  know ,  did  not  see ,  did  not  hold .         A  CRIMINAL  WITH  BLOOD  STAINING  HIS  HANDS    &.    DIRT  STUCK  UNDERNEATH  HIS  NAILS .        these  were  not  gentle  or  nurturing  hands ,  scarred    &.    calloused .        rough .        strong .        dangerous .        yet  these  hands  yearn  FOR  MORE .        fatherly  instinct  twinges  amongst  the  twilight  that  shrouds  his  heart .          ❝    does  she  have  SARV’s    ――――    her . . .    ❝

[fazfright-archive]

*     HELLO ?  HELLO  ,  HELLO ?     //     @midfucku​​   :   ❛ - HEY THERE, fucker ! looks like y'er a little late to the whole "goin' to hell" ride. need an extra token ? - ❜ ( hello, nice to meet you ! )

        fabric  eaten  away  by  moths  and  rot  ,  warping  the  animatronic’s  visage  in  a  permanent  slasher  smile  be - fitting  a  horror  attraction  ,  it  can’t  emote  beyond  that   ;   but  with  the  way  the  rusted  hinges  at  their  jaw  creak  and  squeal  as  they  begin  to  grind  side - to - side  ,  it  was  clear  the  haggard  contraption  would  scowl  if  they  could  .     

        ❝     n - now  h - he - ey  there,  K-K-KIDDO.     ❞     the  springtrap  drawls,  automated  voice  dripping  with  a  sarcasm  certainly  no  programmer  would  install.     ❝     l-l-language.     ❞

[advnterccs-archive]

@midfucku sent; ❛ - JESUS , &&. i thought girls had it down bad . - ❜ ( for morty ! )

"Man, fuck off," Morty put his phone away. A little irritated about being exposed so openly. "It's not just a crush, I've kissed her. Maybe once... or something."

[painfulbass]

☾ ˚⊹  ❛❛  :gun_emoji:

        — @midfucku​

                        ❛❛   GIVE   ME   THE   GUN!   I’M   NOT   LOSING   MY   ONLY   EYE!!   ❜

[painfulbass]

☾ ˚⊹  ❛❛  THIS! THIS IS THE TRICK!!!!

         — @midfucku​

› ; .             HE STARES, albeit briefly, as the lock mechanism echoes its harsh judgment. stood in disbelief looms the eldest child, a fragment of a reality far beyond this outlaw's own. he stares dumbfounded at the display of a father choosing to banish his own blood outdoors, the chilling wind brushing against his back &&. spreading wings that shudder over. ( how vile. . . )

            truly a spectacle to behold, RUVYZVAT clearly intending to leave his firstborn to the wendigos of the surrounding snow-clad climate. brows churn upon facial recognition, metal grating before him as if the deadbolt itself represented discern for his wellbeing — the spite of a father. selever fluctuates between emotions, a simmering anger fueled by jealousy &&. disrespect clashing with a festering need to endlessly jab at the other's antics. did he really think sarvente would let him get away with this?

            instead. . . his tone deepens, unusual compared to his sharply cutting theatrics.

                              ❛ - what is this, a game ? open the door. - ❜

                           Heartless   bastard   leaned   up   against   the   door,   listening   to   his   son   on   the   other   side.   It   wasn’t   snowing   too   bad,   and   there   were   certainly   ways   that   the   other   could   stay   warm.   Safety   for   his   eldest   was   not   a   concern   of   his   right   now,   thought   really   perhaps   this   would   be   a   lesson   why   Ruv   wore   such   heavy   attire.

                              Oh,   he   was   going   to   have   fun   with   this.

                                    There   were   times   that   Selever   wasn’t   around   Sarvente   and   Ruv.   Times   that,   allowed   the   two   a   moment   of   talking.   They   had   long   discussed   many   different   ways   to   try   and   get   the   two   to   bond;   especially   with   Ruv’s   less   than   personable   personality.   An   agreement   had   been   made.   A   deal   stricken   not   only   as   immortals,   but   as   parents.   It   was   a   deal   to   try   and   at   least   get   him   and   Selever   on   the   right   foot.

                              Ruv   wanted   to   believe   it   would   work.   Grabbing   the   bag   by   the   door,   he   had   hoped   more   than   anything   that   it   would.   However   hope   lead   to   disappointment   to   most,   and   he   didn’t   fall   for   the   trap.   Looking   ever   so   slightly   down   at   the   younger   immortal,   he   watched   as   the   boy’s   figure   shuddered,   and   gently   tossed   him   a   blanket.

                           ❛❛   Game?   No,   no   game   here,   младенец.   ❜               Slinging   the   backpack   over   his   shoulders,   that   look   in   his   eye   was   all   that   Sel   needed   to   know.   Whatever      this   was,   whatever   attempts   were   made   sure   to   have   this   father   and   son   bonding   trip   camping   event   happen--   Ruv   had   to   do   to   more   than   he   would   ever   be   willing   to   admit.   The   look   on   the   kid’s   face   though,   priceless.               ❛❛   What?   Were   you   expecting   some   trick?   ❜

[miss-sarv]

initially she had simply just giggled and waved off his comment, thinking he was simply just being silly as always. The more time she spent thinking about it however, caused a slow realization to dawn her on her that Selver was very much correct.

”Ah. I hadn’t thought about that, I’ll have to carefully dispose of it before someone hurts themselves opening the fridge.” Her fumbling with stored treats aside, she felt a warm happiness wash over at the chance to spend time with her little boy again. Sarvente reached over to hug him against the side of her dress, beaming right back at him all the while. ”Awww~. You flatter me too much dear, you’re just as much a little sweetheart. I see your language is still just as, flamboyant, as ever dear~. Things have been, well..” Truthfully people had been visiting less and less, even some of the regulars had dropped off. Sarv did her best to keep her smile just as bright as always, heaven forbid she spoil his visit with her silly little worries. ”They’ve been the same as always dear! Your father being a bit of a grump, and your silly old mother tending to her duties. How is my sweet, little boy doing?” > ( @midfucku​ ) X