* ruvyzvat

niff.

[zav0dila]

ruvyzvat // MIDFIGHT MASSES

( character / art belongs to dokkidoodlez )

headcanoned && written by niff.

[zav0dila]

made matching icon psds for the ones @genotsidy / @midfite made me for my sarv sideblog : @worshiparish

[youdontkillclown]

happy pride month

[midsis-deactivated20220521]

hey !        i’m  niff    [ she / her ]    &.    this  is  a  selective    &.    private  MIDFIGHT  MASSES  original  character  from  the  game  FRIDAY  NIGHT  FUNKIN’ ,  established  may  of  2020 .        trigger  warnings  for  gore    &.   trauma .       if  you  would  like  to  interact  please  like  and  /  or  reblog    &.    i’ll  check  you  out !        please  read  the  RULES    &.    ABOUT !

[midfite]

i need 2 add this to ruv’s about page BUT ruv does have an older sister named  starshaya & she belongs to @zav0dila !! <3

[zav0dila]

imagine having siblings,,....

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// @midfite

› ; .             𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊 regardless of how lopsided the blinds remained on the church’s backroom windowpane, askew just like the morality severed from injustice. white washed eyes blinked away the grogginess of a disgusted hangover, the putrid scent of backwashed drink still lingering on both tongue && breath. ( revolting. . . ) ruv shook his shoulders as he shimmied up to a proper sit from his slump against the wall, bed abandoned somewhere between the hours of depressants && the blackout. what even turned him to use? it wasn’t like him.

             that’s when he caught the blur in his peripheral, his door jarring open to let a similar frame hang from the other side. oh, his double — at least someone he’d let slide seeing him in a stupor like this. bile rises && burns the back of his throat as a lowly mitt rises to greet the other silently. lights dance && slur his vision as the taller squints through the spilling sunlight now hitting his eye-line, gruff wrinkling in a sneer. ❛ - the sun should bite me. - ❜ attention returns to the blatant entry, almost having forgotten that his doppel even existed mere feet away from his discarded vice.

                               ❛ - would you believe me if i lie && say i slipped && fell this way. - ❜

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› ; .             𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 seems to drag as ruv takes in a slow inhale, body rigid from being subject to another visitor to the church. alright, nothing too extreme ; it’s like talking to a mirror, only the main disadvantage is the reflection can talk back. a glove moves to gently palm his chin in thought, a murmur ushering out minor cusses that could’ve carried on the wind had there been any beyond their bated breaths. better to explain the small attachment to his leg now rather than later. his lone eye trails back to meet the guest’s gaze with a twitch of his cheek.

                               ❛ - she’s a poroniec ; small demon spawned from child. she’s the embodiment of my obligation to sarv. . . it’s — difficult to express beyond, uh. ‘little goblin’. - ❜

[zav0dila]

so abt that google doc ; my laptop’s in the shop for a month, goin a-wall without rules until then. ( nothing really beyond forewarnings of suggestive content like alcohol mentions would’ve been prominent anyways. )

[zav0dila]

i’ll get to making my google doc when i get off work today. until then, dms are open.