evan's girl! (≧∀≦)

she / her | in luv with evan myers | 18 missing valkooo 💭🩷

[akuabel]

my amazing talented awesome best friend made this art of evan and i and you all should totallyyy go follow him on insta and commission him on vgen :33

his instagram: @orionnisae

his vgen is also under the name orionnisae!! pls go follow and commission him, he’s so talented 🫶🏼

EEEK I LOVE THIS ART SO MUCH, EVAN MY BELOVED HUSBAND ☹️💕

[aubzombie]

[pixxelgeist]

Some of ya’ll don’t know the canon lore and it shows 😔

Call me an ethical gooner but Tim and Brian would NOT smack their partner around.

I will not be expanding any further

[250318]

© Rabbicatto | do not edit and/or crop logo

[yshanhoe]

very late post 😭😭 this app scares me

a frame that i like ^^^^

[akuabel]

this is the best art i’ve ever seen in my life

[retro-quant]

Alex were you scared too?

Bro can’t remember

[ccervid-thing]

opposite of everymanHYBRID where a group of guys tries to summon slenderman but instead like . sportacus appears and forces them to eat healthy and get in shape

[aliciascanvas]

Whatever it takes...

[250318]

[lilysfinalproject]

"you're in my house... take a seat"

[cogslys]

VENDETTA

[cobalt-c-art]

Damnation Leon

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

I'm BEGGING you I need Habit x Hare Bon Bon who matches his energy PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

ACTUALLLYYYY

Down the line in the Bitty & Bonbon universe, like I’m talking 10 life cycles later, Bonbon does become aware of how tethered they are !!

Habit’s vessel (aka Evan) in my AU doesn’t age, but it does have a limit. Habit doesn’t die the traditional way, he looks normal, acts normal, then in the span of a month, the vessel just starts rotting.

After the first lifetime with bonbon, he lives in that body for another 50 or so years before he has to “reset.” He can possess others, but Evan remains the perfect host- and he’s the strongest in that vessel specifically.

Flash forward to the future after multiple cycles, bonbon’s soul has been bound to his for too long, and the memories start surfacing even without his direct influence. Which later leads to her being completely aware of who she’s been and who he is to her.

Sometimes she reincarnates before he’s begun the process of taking over the host, and that means she has to wait/find whoever Evan is in that timeline.

Full lore below the cut !!

It’s a very intricate ritual, but there are ways to speed up Habit’s progression until he’s fully in control.

Normally, if Evan’s body dies or is harmed, Habit can’t use it. But if he is sacrificed with intention, Habit can immediately take over. Bonbon still isn’t a fan of violence or gore even after all the decades that have passed, but her love for Habit always wins.

She will be the one to lure Evan home. She is the one who puts something in his wine to knock him out- the person that deals with his nosy family or any partners and friends that have already been in his life.

Then when he wakes up, he’s tied with rope in her basement surrounded by symbols, and in the middle of a circle drawn in blood. She doesn’t acknowledge him the entire time and just talks to herself because she’s nervous about the doing steps in order.

Habit taught her about it a while ago because a couple of timelines ago, when she’d first become aware, she complained about him taking too long to come back. Now that she knows, when she “awakens” it constantly feels like she’s missing something until he joins her. So he gave her a play book on how to make it easier for them both.

She has to collect enough blood and organs to feed him when he fully possesses the vessel, paint the correct symbols on the floor and slit the host’s throat over the diagram. It’s crucial that she has the food ready because Habit comes out starved. If she doesn’t, he gets weaker for the first few weeks, and she loves him too much to let him go hungry.

Technically he could eat while he’s waiting by taking over randoms, but since he has her, he doesn’t mind keeping his appetite low.

She blindfolds Evan before straddling him and cutting open his jugular. And when his blood soaks into the symbols below, Habit has a direct tether to latch onto. It’s much faster this way because Evan’s soul isn’t occupying the body anymore, and Habit doesn’t have to slowly weaken his mental state over time.

It always takes a minute though and she gets super anxious. But Habit’s a dick and he’ll go out of his way to pretend that it didn’t work to fuck with her.

He’ll slip into the vessel, but stay limp. Not activating the complete possession until ten minutes past the expected deadline. Then, when she’s about to cry and blubbering over the corpse, a muted violet will sizzle along his veins. It glows faintly, zigzagging like lightning before the body jerks to life.

He’ll lunge up, snapping his teeth and ripping off the blindfold- “Got ya’.” He cackles every time because she’s somehow still nervous despite doing the ritual for decades.

Habit pampers her for a bit, kissing her hands and telling her she’s perfect. That he’s so thankful for all her hard work, appreciative of all the blood she’s spilt just for him.

However, the proof of carnage to the body clings to him- so she’ll fret over the wound she made, and he’ll have to tug her wrist up. Pressing it to his throat and letting her feel the healed tissue. “See? I’m fine, sweethearts. Stop fuckin’ pouting.” He’ll keep her sitting pretty on his lap while they’re sprawled on the cement floor, allowing her to dote on him as much as she needs.

When she’s satisfied and his hunger has grown too strong, he’ll feast. Gorging himself on the crates of limbs she’s gathered. This is the reason he tells her to prepare dinner for herself beforehand as it actually takes a decent while for him to get full.

She’ll go upstairs to grab her food and return to eat with him in the basement. They’re sitting cross legged on the ground, Bonbon with her plate of pasta and Habit chewing on a stray liver. She catches him up on work drama, any new shows she’s watched, and rambles about how she missed him. All the domestic stuff you’d expect. They shower together after and everything.

While their dynamic is somewhat the same, it does develop a slightly more macabre edge. Morticia and Gomez, but if Morticia was preppier and sensitive. Bonbon is used to his antics, and he woos her using darker tactics.

The ribs of an anaconda made into a flower, fragments melded together, with the bones dyed a pastel pink. He’ll have her throw darts at him to test her aim and dodge for fun. Habit’s throwing her off the ledge of their balcony to scare her, and catching her before she hits the ground with a grin.

The eons they’ve spent together has turned him into quite the romantic. Her loyalty, the sheer dedication it takes- who he’s made her into has him very proud.

In my original headcanons of him, he only views bonbon as a pet, but this is far into their relationship and time changes even the most hard headed of entities.

Habit can’t technically feel love the way humans do, but this is something else entirely. He is bound to her the way she is to him. She is his other half, mortal or not.

In the life cycles where she reincarnates later than him, the only reason he’s not as bothered is because he’s been alive for longer. The passage of time goes by quicker for him, and he doesn’t share the anxiety that she has about things “going wrong.”

He’ll wait around until he inevitably run into her, then he’ll ask her out. It’s literally the first date, but she’ll naturally feel pulled to him. And a couple of hours later, she’s in his home- where he’ll rest his forehead against hers, snickering when her face contorts in confusion.

Lilac circles his pupils, and she’ll freeze. The memories flooding her mind, overwhelming her for a moment. Then he’ll see it. The recognition in her gaze. They are lovers in every lifetime after they meet, and he plans on keeping it that way.

You are his favourite bunny, and nothing on earth- including time, laws or physics, can change that.

Bonbon waiting for Evan’s current wife to leave the house so she can kidnap him and take his body for her evil husband ^

[amoretteboba]

Yall can take Habit all u want, I just want Evan. What’s left of him anyway

[nic0altine-sh0ts]

shower thoughts tim has been thinking of dangerous thoughts

[digiteddy]

oh i loathe dada

[habitslittlerabbit]

Dad!Evan running around the house carrying his daughter over his shoulder sufficiently riling her up before bed time

Mwah, 🦌

Bedtime Duty w Dad! Evan

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𐙚 | i wrote tf out of this request i’m ngl.

| i’m so making dad! evan a series..

You weren’t stern about bedtimes per say.. But you liked to keep your three year old daughter, Maggie, on a schedule. Dinner on the table by six pm, bath by seven and in bed just before eight.. Or at least you hoped it’d go that way.

It’d all go smoothly until (in the nicest way possible), Evan stepped in. Giving her sweets from his “secret stash” as a dessert, offering to be the one who bathed her even though it typically ended in a disaster of too-much bubble bath solution and giggles muffled by chaotic splashes of water.. Then came when he’d put her to bed.

After brushing Maggie’s teeth and getting her in her favorite pajamas he’d insisted on “flying her to bed”.. Which meant your toddler would be plopped over his shoulder and jogged all the way to her bed before seemingly being tossed on her fluffy pillows— A habit that only riled her up more than the sugar.

You’d sent Evan to put Maggie to sleep almost twenty minutes ago, opting to pick up and wash the dishes while Evan took charge of bedtime. Still, you grew curious of the faint pitter patter being heard from upstairs. That’s when you shut the kitchen sink off and made your way upstairs.

You sighed heavily hearing the muffled voices behind the door, twisting the knob and opening it to see that your toddler was in fact NOT asleep. Instead, your husband laid awkwardly on the toddler sized bed beside Maggie.. Both in an intense conversation that mostly consisted of nonsense baby babble.

You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed across your chest as you quirked up an eyebrow. “Evan.” Only then did he pick up his head to look at you. “You’re supposed to be putting her asleep, not.. Whatever this is.” You continued.

Evan blinked, offering you a sheepish, lopsided grin as Maggie propped herself up on her elbows to copy him, thumb immediately finding its way into her mouth.

"We are discussing important matters, honey," Evan whispered loudly, as if that would somehow trick his wife into thinking it was still acceptable for Maggie to be wide awake at past eight o'clock. "She was just explaining to me why the moon is shaped like a banana. It’s a very compelling theory."

"It's a ‘nana!" Maggie chimed in helpfully, her bright eyes wide and completely devoid of any tiredness. You let out a long-suffering breath, stepping fully into the room and walking over to the tiny bed. You gently plucked the thumb out of your daughter's mouth, earning a tiny pout, before pulling the soft quilt up to her chin.

"Alright, science fair is officially over," you said, softening your voice as you pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You can have all the moon talk you want tomorrow. Bedtime was twenty minutes ago." Evan scrambled up off the mattress with a groan, his long limbs tangling in the toddler-sized sheets before he managed to stand completely. "Alright, captain. My shift is officially over.”

"Oh, no you don't," you muttered, grabbing his sleeve before he could make a break for the hallway. "You got her wound up on sugar, you are staying right here until her eyes stay shut." Evan raised his hands in mock surrender, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Fine, fine.."

You pulled up the small wooden rocking chair in the corner of the room, sitting down and watching as Evan climbed back onto the edge of the bed—this time sitting cross-legged like an oversized pretzel.

"Okay, kiddo. Last chance for a bedtime story, but it has to be a boring one this time, ‘kay?” Evan whispered, gently running a hand through her soft locks. Maggie only giggled, staring up at him with the sweetest doe eyed look as Evan began his dramatic and theatrical story time.

You suppressed a smile, resting your chin in your hand as you watched the two of them. Of course, Evan's voice, combined with the gentle patting of his hand against her blanket, finally started to work its magic. Maggie’s eyelids began to flutter, growing heavier with every slow blink. Her breathing deepened, the chaotic energy of the sugar and the "airplane ride" finally burning out.

With immense caution, the two of you tiptoed your way around the room. Picking up any stray toys before flicking on her nightlight all before finally shutting off the main light and pulling the door closed behind them until it clicked softly into the latch.

Once safely in the hallway, Evan leaned back against the wall and let out a theatrical wipe of sweat from his forehead. “See?" he whispered with a triumphant grin, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I told you she'd fall asleep. Total success."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips as you nudged him with your elbow. "Next time, the secret stash stays locked.. In fact, next time, I’m doing bedtime duty.”