there are currently... 1 rabbit(s) in the area [aka 1 ask(s) in the inbox at the moment] // heya! mod here, this was originally a HABIT and Evan ask blog! (it has since evolved into something unique! we have a wiki of our chaotic bunch of people around here!) || Also, I DON'T USE A QUEUE!!! WHEN I RESPOND IS THE EXACT MOMENT I RESPOND! [ UNLESS I HIT POST LIMIT THEN I MIGHT "queue" them so that I can have my DESIRED reply on standby ]
Heya, it's your local bad HABIT here to mess around with ya and answer some questions or whatever.
And Evan's here too, I guess...
[Please read this whole post as the rules, character information and more are found under the cut! Thank you!
REGARDS, Mod Evan :D]
First off, Ground Rules
( Written and compiled by Mod Evan 💜💙 *mod's name is NOT Evan, I just like little references for my mod names on RP blogs. :3c )
No NSFW/NSFT asks (suggestive is okay, but be overly freaky, and I will block you.)
I am fine with most other asks, including RP, but please be aware that I may be inconsistent!
If I tell you to back off, listen. I have boundaries for a reason. Just like you.
Second, Blog Expectations!
White text is MOD text, purple text is (usually) in character (for HABIT) and blue text is (usually) in character (for Evan), unless otherwise specified!
Understand that I am NOT part of emH
I may NOT be 100% character accurate at all times
Any and all answering is at the Mod's (my) ability to respond, motivation, and overall remembering this blog exists.
As this is a ROLEPLAY blog, the views expressed may not reflect the views of the mod. (I am saying this as a just in case we get into like... more gore-ish and torture-ish topics because of HABIT'S personality.) Understand that the mod is a separate entity.
In addition to the roleplay blog comment (making this one for any fictives, introjects, etc...), I am not attempting to butcher HABIT as a character, but I may not always be accurate as my roleplay blogs (this is my 2nd) will always have a twinge of my personality tainting them. So i apologize in advance for any "I would not fucking do/say that" moments.
One final point on the "HEY! I'm a ROLEPLAY blog" thing, is that my "in character-ness" may also be affected by my kinshifts, as I am a HABIT/Evan multikin myself, so... that will also influence my replies.
I will use typing quirks on occasion such as ALL CAPS, colored text, strikethrough, bold, italics, small text, and possibly even alternate fonts such as glitch text. I will provide non messed with versions below for those with sensitive eyes, when I feel it is necessary. Like so:
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, RABBIT?
(What do you think you're doing, rabbit?)
Please do not be afraid to ask me for non-fucked-with translations at any time, as I prioritize the comfort and understanding of those who will (hopefully) interact with this blog.
And finally... the moment you've all been waiting for...
(Easy ASAP Science, 100 digits of Pi! /j)
IC Information
(Purple for HABIT, Blue for Evan!)
Name: HABIT
Name: Evan
Pronouns: He/It
(+ Null, Bun, and a handful of other neos such as Gore, Sin, Prox, etc. I'm a pronoun hoarder. I will steal yours /hj)
Pronouns: He/Him
Likes: rabbits 🐇 (both the animal AND the others...), blue Powerade, purple, Reese's Cups (pieces are okay, but cups are better), slasher and other horror flicks, various kinds of music (my tastes are similar to Evan's), practical jokes, blood and death, chaos, junk food overall, dark history, true crime, overall vice
Likes: Raccoons, ferrets, reptiles (especially snakes), Motörhead, Rock/Punk/Grunge music, horror flicks, sour candy, practical jokes (to a lesser extent of HABIT), horror games/video games overall, junk food overall, true crime
Dislikes: Evan being stubborn, thickheaded people, being prevented from doing things I enjoy, most technology (Evan is ass at operating it...), Slenderman
Dislikes: HABIT, most (if not all) violence, most technology (I'm ass at operating it), liminal or "unnerving" spaces, dreams, Slenderman
[ More is subject to being added, and things can ALWAYS end up being removed by me. So, just be aware of that! And happy asking! REGARDS, Mod Evan :D ]
[ ALWAYS CHECK THIS POST IN CASE OF UPDATES TO THE RULE PAGE! THAT LINK WILL HAVE THE CORRECT, MOST UP TO DATE VERSION AT ALL TIMES!!! ]
(( Also, PLEASE SPECIFY IF YOU'RE ASKING SOMETHING TO ONE OF THEM IN SPECIFIC. OR IF YOU'RE ASKING BOTH OF THEM!!! OTHERWISE I WILL SIMPLY RESPOND AS MY BRAIN SEES FIT. Just for my sake and yours so things don't get misunderstood in transit!!!
Also, another ps. i write in tags A LOT. You could very easily miss goofy shit if you don't read all the way through em! Lol! ))
I'm not gonna bs anyone and say I know where it's exactly from but pfp I SAW at this fuckin Pinterest link alright?
I'm not claiming it's mine so don't go running into my inbox about that shit.
[DIS and Tea's eyes are unusually wide and they kinda just-- look at Roger and then each other with just their pupils. This repeats a couple of times, almost comically]
Fixed…pie…got out once and can get out again, it’ll be fine we’re always fine
*She leans in close, holding up her palm to their glasses, the lack of recognition is only in its eyes, her smile reeks of remembrance and teasing*
…Would…yeah, would Scars have done so if y’all wouldn’t have done so…? Either way who cares, thanks to Milo I suppose, not like they owed me to begin with…
Regardless we’re connected forever now, cant you see through this my dear Oh Great Eye?
How the hell am I supposed to know that.
Easier. Lesssharp.
I'll say what I mean. No. No, actually, how the FUCK am I supposed to know that? How am I supposed to-
*There's a sudden cessation of speech. A pause, a breathy laugh. Hislaugh,not theirs*
I meant for the necklace…I was…what…upset or something when I got it..?
*Without any hesitation she starts unraveling the bandages around her hand, letting the blood soaked gauze fall to the ground with little care before showing them its palm, fully healed in the span of less than an hour and now permanently scared by Severance*
…Milo…Milo…Scars..? Yeah that sounds right…
I just remember it was when wehadtoget- "fixed."
But yeah, Scars was the one who... well, didthat.
*They laugh slightly, but don't say anything else.*
*They look over themselves for a second, not wincing when she flexes her hand before shaking their head*
…no, I’m…okay…
*Slowly standing and stumbling a bit, only then does it notice the evil eye necklace around her neck, and when she speaks she squints at the effort to remember the persons name*
…huh…thanks…Kevin..? Don’t know if I ever thanked either of you for it
I'm not really the one to thank. Itried... but... reallyitwas- Milo.
Do you... remember Milo?
It's fine if you can't or... y'know don't. I'm just.
*It doesn’t actually take all that long for it to wake up again, sedative not lasting as long as it usually would*
*When they wake, still in the arms of their friends, it’s only really noticeable by the flexing of their fingers, taking a moment before they open their eyes and stare up at Kev and Obs, slowly sitting up and staring at its bandaged left palm before glancing around the room, familiarity hiding behind her eyes but there’s hardly any recognition in them*
…hey…
Hey.
*There's a long, awkward silence. Not wanting to press too far too fast.*
*And with that, they finally smile, reaching a gentle (unbandaged) hand out to their friend’s face*
…you look familiar…
*Before promptly and unceremoniously passing out from the sedative, falling unconscious with a smile on her face*
*He sort of smiled at that, letting out a sort of choked sound, before pressing his forehead to xeirs. Nothing was said, just a silent recognition. And once she was under, they just stayed there, holding its body gently in some sort of silent vigil. A promise, maybe, not to let it get bad again.*
You don’t see it, you don’t see it, you don’t see it, you don’t see it.
You will see it, you will see it, you will see it, you will see it.
This place will consume you, as it is consuming me.
You will read this, and you will cry, and I will laugh, and they will die.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Help me.
HELP ME.
HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME.
It’s so loud now. It’s beautiful.
The basement is next. Then the woods.
Almost done.
A l m o s t d o n e.
A l m o s t d o n e.
A l m o s t d o n e.
It’s here.
It’s here.
It’s here.
It’s here.
It’s here.
It’s here.
It’s here.
[The edge of this page is soaked in... what is this? Nectar? It bears no date, no signature, as if written by someone else entirely; but the handwriting... it's distinctly Roger's.]
*It presses two shaky fingers against the gauze, holding it down for the others to wrap*
*With foggy eyes, as if stuck under a haze of confusion, they manage to point to the drawer of its nightstand before going back to pressing hard against her newly bandaged palm, when she speaks its voice is softer than ever before*
…’s fine…
*They make a slight noise of frustration and head over to the nightstand, grabbing what was inside and offering it to her.*
