RUN RABBIT RUN

《 ind. emh HABIT 》

[habiitual-blog]

go bug me on @lumpediin pls thank 

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psa;;

don’t fuckin like/reblog my posts if you’re not a roleplay blog?? seriosuly y’all i don’t want personals ( or ANYONE tbh ) reblogging my starter calls? it’s rude?

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@tickingvirus

“Patty, dearest, would you be so kind as to hand me that?”  HABIT asked, gesturing to a cleaver sitting on the kitchen counter besides him. yet another wandering soul had stumbled into his home, like it was a fuckin’ magnet for these idiots.  of course, HABIT wasn’t too keen on strangers entering his house, so he now had them bound & gagged on the floor, blood seeping through a large wound on their stomach.  he turned to glance at the other, a devilish grin on his face.

[habiitual-blog]

i’m forcing myself to be active here even tho i feel like no one likes my HABIT/cares about it anymore

anyways

i owe starters to @tctheark & @tickingvirus so i’m gonna work on those rn !!!

[bloodaesthetic]

[purpleducttapearchive-blog]

I don’t remember letting you in–

                                         ｓｏ ｈｏｗ ｄｉｄ ｙｏｕ ｇｅｔ ｈｅｒｅ？

[tapedmurders]

Wut de fucking hell r u doing!

who teh fuck r u? There can only b one1!!!1!

[habiitual-blog]

i heard my immortal shit is going on you’ve summoned me, dweebs

[byrackaa]

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@kebcb

a GRIN. a PUSH. 

and soon, BLOOD.

HABIT’s teeth seemed sharper than usual as the smirk spread on his features, he seemed stronger as he pushed jeff down onto the floor, standing above him.  

“PATHETIC,”

the entity may have been scolding jeff, or maybe just talking to himself. 

“JUST DON’T KNOW WHEN TO GIVE UP.”

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Too soon did the blood begin to pour from open cuts & scratches, the loss causing Jeff to shake violently. Tears threatened to pour from tightly shut eyes as he lied as still as he could. There wasn’t a single thought in his mind that was not overcome with confusion or panic, & when his eyes were open they were darting around the room, searching for an escape route.

Despite everything, he resisted.

Somehow, his arms found their way beside his head, lifting himself off the ground until his form was able to hold itself on his knees. He avoided looking Evan HABIT in the eye — showing weakness would do the opposite of what he needed in this situation.

“ I didn’t want this. ”   It was unclear whether Jeff had meant what he had said, or if the little statement was nothing more than a struggle.   “ Stop. ”

TRYING TO GET FOOTING; TRYING TO GET LEVERAGE IN THE SITUATION.

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HABIT’s laugh echoed through the room as he watched the man. 

“ARE YOU S T U P I D, OR WHAT?” 

he stepped forward, pressing a foot lightly into jeff’s side.

“OF COURSE YOU WANTED THIS! WHY ELSE WOULD YOU HAVE GONE SEARCHING FOR SHIT, HUH? WHAT ELSE COULD’VE POSSIBLY HAPPENED, JEFFERS?”

[gashcs-blog]

ι cry…          wнen angelѕ deѕerve тo dιe

ind. fandomless oc | penned by rabbit 

[its-owl]

[thefirstmover]

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@histwohands liked to interact w/ this trashbag 

HABIT hummed a soft tune, his eyes focused on the task at hand. nothing too important, really- well, that was a lie. 

keeping his weapons sharp & clean was always important to him. 

he sat at the house’s- his house’s- kitchen table, polishing the ‘emergency machete’. he couldn’t help but chuckle at the name Evan had given it. fuckin’ idiot.

[habiitual-blog]

remember when i made that starter call like 5 yrs ago

i’m gonna actually do those now

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[deadphilosophy]