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existnchill

It (2017) x

#[ PURPLE DUCT TAPE. ]#[ YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET. THE BEST IS YET TO COME ]

justnoodlefishthings

honestly fuck viruses they’re not even alive they’re just strands of punk ass DNA that go around fucking up us normal and god fearing life forms you don’t even have a nucleus you stupid bacteriophage looking horizontally transmitting RNA clump

#[ outofcontrol. ]#this made me snort laugh

surrealjock-deactivated20230801

you: this villain didnt do anything bad, so i can love them me, flexing my biceps: this villain did everything bad, and i love them

#me #i have no shame #[ outofcontrol. ]

holdyourcolour

#[ set the atmosphere ]

ajgiel

Goretober 2017, day 6 | too much blood

#[ PURPLE DUCT TAPE. ]

Sorry everyone. I haven’t had a lot of free time lately. I probably won’t for the next few months. I’m not going to be very active. I’ll try to pop on and do something every once in awhile. Hopefully, I can get on here next week. I’m just having a lot of stuff in real life right now that I won’t go into.

#[ outofcontrol. ]

“I’m not afraid”

Bullshit. @xxdeath-proofxx

He KNOWS Evan is lying. He can practically feel his fear in the air around him. People loved to pretend not to be afraid, despite it being obvious. It would be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic.

“Oh really? You sure, ev? It sure looks like you are.”

#[ DISREGARD THE BANTER ]#xxdeath-proofxx

justanotherrpmeme

Scared

“I’m scared” “You’re not scared, are you?” “Are you frightened?” “You can’t frighten me” “There’s nothing to be afraid of” “Are you scared of me?” “I don’t want you to be afraid of me” “You don’t need to be afraid of this” “Why are you so scared?” “I’m scared to death” “Doesn’t anything scare you?” “I’m not afraid” “I’m not trying to scare you” “Do I frighten you?” “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” “What’s your biggest fear?” “You gotta be afraid of something” “It’s designed to scare you” “There’s no need to be afraid” “I don’t want to scare you away” “Are you scared?” “I don’t scare easily” “There’s nothing wrong with being afraid” “You terrify me” “Don’t be scared”

#[ LET’S HAVE SOME FUN. ]

Things I want to see: HABIT actually doing something to help Evan.

Things that I will probably never see: HABIT actually doing something to help Evan.

#[ outofcontrol. ]

[ evan ]

“I didn’t!” He objects immediately. Some part of him feels like he’s lying. He tries to push it away because he knows he didn’t enjoy it.

… Did he?

He knows HABIT’s just fucking with him again, he knows, but he can’t help wondering if maybe he’s right. If, maybe, he did enjoy it. It was enough to make him feel sick again, really, because he was starting to realize it was a possibility. He would admit, openly, to having enjoyed fighting before all this started. In fact, he’d loved it, but he’d only done it when he needed to - no point in going to jail, right?

Hindsight being what it is, he can almost imagine that he did enjoy hurting his girlfriend and daughter. But there was no question that he didn’t enjoy the aftermath, didn’t enjoy the way it felt and tasted to…

He puts a hand over his mouth and his stomach heaves.

It’s dry, thankfully. He doesn’t need the ridicule or whatever HABIT would do if he threw up on the carpet. Knowing the demon, he might get body-slammed into his mess. Personally? He wasn’t really into that.

“I didn’t.” He insists again, from behind his hand. What’s a little white lie, after all?

HABIT knows that Evan didn’t enjoy it. He could feel the fear coming from the boy upon seeing himself harming the people he cared about. He could feel the despair. He did try to kill himself right after. But HUMANS were funny like that. One little suggestion and they fall apart. Evan can’t fully remember how he felt. So it’s easy to make him FEEL like he enjoyed it.

The fact is, Evan likes a lot of things that HABIT also enjoys. Fighting. Knives. Fuck, even the violent media Evan indulged in. He can almost imagine what people would say had Evan been arrested. Most people would just assume him to be a time bomb.

And the boy heaves. HABIT smiles. It’s so easy to toy with Evan. It never stops being fun. He does know Evan inside and out, after all. He knows what hurts him.

“Oh, the lady doth protest too much.” He mocks him. “So, it probably got you off to hurt your girlfriend.” He shakes his head a little. “Well, I know it did because I was in your body.” Gaslighting Evan is so easy. “And your daughter, I know you LIKED the way she tasted.” He’s pacing now. Too excited to stand still.

“And Jeff... I KNOW you were jealous of him. After all, he was the smart one, right? And you know you love violence. What’s more fun than a little torture?”

#cinderblocksandpocketknives #[ v: you could win a rabbit. ]#i hate habit

[ evan ]

His hands go up to his hair. Pushing it back from stress and fear. Closing his good eye. Tears falling and shaking his head. “Shut up.. Shut up.. Don’t.. N..” He can’t even form words anymore. He’s filled with fear and pain that coherent thought couldn’t even be processed nevermind words.

“I…” He heaves through a shaking breath. “Don’t.. Need reminded.” It feels like he takes an hour to say just those few simple words. But they were a struggle to get out. the stress and pain and intensity crumpling him. He was so ever close to just giving up. Becoming what HABIT wanted of him.

Every single thing about Evan’s body language tells HABIT that he’s about to utterly break him. He’s crying from one eye and bleeding from the other. Not a bad look. He can tell by his messy speech that his mind is almost broken. It has been a fun little session, hasn’t it?

“What? I can’t fucking understand you.” His voice is harsh. He knows what Evan said, but it’s better to raise his voice. Make Evan really think he’s just pissing him off more. “If you want me to change my mind, and I’m not promising anything, take care of your other eye.” He tells him. He raises the two fingers he used into Evan’s limited line of site.

“The only way you might convince me to keep YOU as a vessel and not use your buddy is to prove you will HURT for me.” It’s not like Evan can run, HABIT is still on top of him. “If you’re a good vessel, it’ll stop. And I won’t take Vincent.”

#xxdeath-proofxx #[ v: you could win a rabbit. ]

[ patrick ]

A swift kick into the other’s side is delivered, shoving his body over to lay on his back. Patrick stands above him, covered in blood; his mouth is stained and a hand rises to his lips, licking the blood away. There’s no smile, no playful grin - he is unreadable as he sits on the other’s hips. “Having trouble speaking, dear?” He asks, and the knife is back, tracing softly across HABIT’s throat. It does not cut the skin though. It’s almost as if Patrick is giving him a break - letting him take the time to try and heal what has been broken. It’s a moment of mercy… …That does not last. The knife is plunged into his stomach, pressed in all the way to the hilt and swirled around. His eyes are on HABIT’s face though, waiting, watching, drinking in every grimace.

The kick hardly even registers for him. Suddenly, he’s on his back. The pain increases when this happens. His weight is on top of the injury. He takes in a sharp intake of breath. He can see Patrick looming above him. Honestly, HABIT is fucking pissed. He can’t WAIT to rip this motherfucker to pieces.

He doesn’t respond to the other. He can feel the blade tracing his neck. Scare tactics, for sure. Cutting his throat would be too fast. Not fun for the other. Despite HABIT fixing enough of the injury to be bearable for his vessel, he still can’t hear Evan. Maybe the boy was going to stay fucking quiet. It’ll make it easier for him to focus. He chuckles in response to Patrick’s question. Even if Evan wasn’t taking the brunt of the pain, HABIT could handle it. He KNOWS that.

And then Patrick pushes the knife into his stomach. A grunt leaves him when it breaks through the skin and sinks deep into him. Swirling it around? Classic. Had HABIT not been so seriously injured earlier, it likely would have hardly affected him.

But it does. He shuts his eyes tightly, trying not to focus on the pain. Trying hard not to let Patrick see an ounce of weakness. His breathing is heavy, however. And he can feel the obvious additional pain of internal damage.

“How... Unoriginal...” He manages to force through his lips with only a bit of pain in the tone.

#tickingvirus #[ v: you could win a rabbit. ]#torture cw

[ evan ]

He’s shaking his head. Denying it all. No. Its not his fault. He.. He couldn’t stop himself. HABIT was this possessive demon that CONTROLLED him. The words “Not My Fault” kept echoing in his mind.

“No. No! STop..” His fingers dug into the bed and hes arching and kicking and wanting to get away.

“Leave Vinnie alone.. Please. Please just leave him alone!” Thats when he snaps and he lays there pathetically. “I’ll do whatever you want just.. Just leave him be..”

How pathetic. Now Evan’s begging for Vinnie’s safety? Well, HABIT isn’t going to let him off that easy. In fact, his frustration continues to grow. Evan has potential. Maybe physically hurting him will help him reach it. He’s mentally and emotionally tortured Evan this entire iteration. Maybe he needs BOTH.

He’s licking his fingers that were once in Evan’s eye clean. “Did I ever tell you that your SKIN and BLOOD taste a lot like your daughter’s?” He grins at him, seemingly ignoring his pleading.

“Honestly Evan, have I not made this clear? I’m fucking done with you. The rest of your miserable-but-fucking-short existence will be right here. With me toying with you until I get bored. Then I’m gonna jump back into your body and do what I did to you with Nick to Vin. And it’ll be all your fault. Your last memory will be knowing you fucking failed again.”

#xxdeath-proofxx #[ v: you could win a rabbit. ]

@nxrestfxrthewicked summoned

“Do you need something, buddy?” HABIT doesn’t know who this is. All he DOES know is that nobody was supposed to be here when he made his way inside. He thought this old ruined hospital would be empty, save for the old files he was looking for. AND whichever mind-controlled freaks the tall guy sent after him. In fact, maybe this is one of them. Or some curious weirdo. Or maybe some lost junkie. Either way, he isn’t happy to see them here.

“Didn’t you see the sign outside? This place is one strong gust o’ wind away from being rubble.”

#habit voice: o fuck time 2 b lowkey #[ v: you could win a rabbit. ]#nxrestfxrthewicked

cinderblocksandpocketknives:

His fists clench. God how he wants to fire back some kind of sass. Wants to think of something that would at the very least throw HABIT off for a moment. But he knows there’s not much he could say that would do something like that.

“Fuck you.” He says, regardless. It’s all he can think of.

He ignores the question, but the comment about Steph and his little girl catches him off guard. There’s a resurgence of every feeling he had as soon as he regained control after that. The feeling of flesh and bone in his teeth. His stomach rolls. He wants to vomit, but his gag reflex is all but gone at this point. He’s thrown up at the memories too often.

“Shut up.” He doesn’t sound as angry as he’d like. He just sounds like he’s sick to his stomach.

A smirk crosses the entity’s lips. ‘Fuck you’. Pathetic, but he expects nothing less from Evan. After all, he’s stupid and animal-like. Only useful to be a sword or a vessel for him. People always liked to say it, as if it meant fucking anything to him. But he knows that his words regarding Steph and his daughter got to him.

“What’s wrong?” He gives him a mock concerned tone. In all honesty, it’s fun to see him squirm. He really did love them. Fuck, he may have even been a decent father. Either way, the events gave him a perfect way to break him. He has seen Evan when he remembers it. How he throws up. How he falls apart.

“You should stop denying that you liked hurting them. That you LIKED the way she tasted. You’ll feel better.”

#[ v: you could win a rabbit. ]#cinderblocksandpocketknives

auliicraval

iconic vines sentence meme .

❛ suck a motherfucking dick . ❜

❛ i thought you were bae , turns out you were just fam . ❜

❛ i thought you were american . ❜

❛ is that a weed !? ❜

❛ i won’t hesitate bitch ! ❜

❛ chipotle is my life . ❜

❛ turn off the flash you fucking moron ! ❜

❛ kiss my ass bitch motherfucker ! ❜

❛ is that a police !? ❜

❛ i’m calling the weed ! ❜

❛ done & done , let me pull the table out of my ass . ❜

❛ merry crisis ! ❜

❛ i don’t have enough money for chicken nugget . ❜

❛ i’m ready to die anytime , any place , for any reason . ❜

❛ hey guys , we’re unboxing this cheese stick today . ❜

❛ i aint never gonna stop loving you , bitch . ❜

❛ this is the comedy police ! that joke’s too funny ! ❜

❛ i’m not going back to jail ! ❜

❛ what the fuck ? $599 for a fucking playground ? that looks like a piece of shit . ❜

❛ FUCK YOUR TEA ! ❜

❛ the feminists are taking over ! ❜

❛ I GOT TWO FREE TACOS ! ❜

❛ and they were roommates ! ❜

❛ i’m not your friend ! ❜

❛ there’s no saving this sweet piece of ass . ❜

❛ hi welcome to chili’s ! ❜

❛ yeah tip of the penis to you too . ❜

❛ this is why mom doesn’t FUCKING love you ! ❜

❛ welcome to bible study , we’re all children of jesus . ❜

❛ aw fuck , i can’t believe you’ve done this . ❜

❛ YO HOLY SHIT HE DEAD ! ❜

❛ this is the dollar store , how good can it be ? ❜

❛ step back , i think i’m gonna vomit ! ❜

❛ oh sorry , i didn’t see ya there , i was too busy blocking out the haters . ❜

❛ shut up ! your mother buys you mega blocks instead of legos ! ❜

❛ I’LL TAKE A NAP HERE ! ❜

❛ i hate to do this but i specifically asked for no mustard and you just brought me a bottle of mustard on a plate . ❜

❛ how are we gonna win if we fucking die ? ❜

❛ why the fuck would i say printer ? ❜

❛ the benefits of killing him would be that i’d be pushed way less . ❜

❛ but it pays off, because i dont even have time to think about dying . ❜

#[ LET’S HAVE SOME FUN. ]

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