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dreamrceaper:

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Kheelan could see everything that was going on with HABIT. Corporeal shells of flesh held no barrier of secrecy to the Autumn Dream Fae who ate and could see auras and wavering colors of the soul… and as the more he watched and listened did that innocent boyish façade slip revealing something much much darker and more wickedly mischievous, as well.

“I like your new toy,” he stated at the body he now wore, the very one who had imprisoned him technically. The Wild King was also temporarily sated by the gesture of due respect by the otherdemon; a dangerous glint of the absolute abyss within the makeup of Kheelan’s true form now hiding behind ‘a boy.’ “I think you should play with the hatchling and make him kill the poor sickly boy. The hatchling is impulsive, he’s an easy toy. I want to eat the tears that collect when he finds that he’s been played, again. I like this game. I should get caught more often,” he teased, and yet, there was truth in it, for a Fae could not lie.

Kheelan stood up to watch the otherdemon crawl about the floor around his containment of wards. “I find it amusing that they think they can hold me here… but they want a game, I’ll play~. I never lose a game. By the end of this the Dragon King will be my pet forever. He has no idea what he did or his child. Play all you want, HABIT. Dream~.”

He touched over his new skin as if it was some costume he was trying on and trying out.

The body suited him well enough. His little toy put up a fun fight, but HABIT always got what he wanted. The two beings standing in corporal form, but barely could hide the darker and twisted intent. To others, they were innocents.

“I don’t think that will be much of a problem. As much as I want to devour this sick meat down to his bones, I do like tragedy. The hatchling killing an innocent, not knowing... hmmm no, not knowing until it is far to late to say him.” He runs his fingers through his long silky hair.

“It’s funny how easy the hatchling is. Eat the tears... hmm maybe eat this host’s soul bit by agonizing bit~” HABIT licks his lips.

Inside the witch was struggling still, cursing at the one that had his body. And HABIT cared little for this body as well, given he was overworking it already. “Hehe, don’t tempt me, I may have to play along as the ‘catcher of the Autumn King’ and playing the hero when really we are both having a little fun, if you want company. I don’t eat souls after all, to soft for my teeth.” He played around, “I’d not really catch you or lock you up anywhere where you can’t easily escape, that’s a promise”

HABIT grinned madly. “Gladly.” Claws becoming fingers again as he traced the barrier one more time, “more like the dragon Pet.”

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dreamrceaper

"Awww, poor tiny firefly got caught in a web~" The dark figure grinned as he ran sharp claws down the barrier, "a dying witch captured you~?"

From amidst the darkened shadows of the attic, did the slow moving form of a boy turn, black eyes reflecting their inhuman depths off the faintest cracks of light seeping in through the far window slats.

“Well, fiddle dee dee~ ..... look who's visiting me~."

Wild hair stuck out in angles, as he crouched as if an animal on all fours.

"Better dying than being born. Or is that the same thing, HABIT?"

trialsofhabit

“What? Thought I’d leave you without a hello? That would be far to rude” A careful touch, ignoring or not minding the strange energy that toyed with his little host body.

“I would have come sooner, but I prefer meeting you in a more human form. Hmmm. It’s cute that they trapped you.” He added as he examined the walls, the markings, everything, “cute and such an insult.” He added, smile dropping to an angered frown.

That dying witch was powerful indeed. He was wondering if Kheelan would enjoy that runt’s soul if HABIT kept his empty body for a little fun before eating it up? So many ideas, to many.

“Hmmm maybe. I wouldn’t know, it’s been to long and I haven’t died recently to compare.” He acted like he had to think before chuckling.

“This is just a visit, my dear king,” he bows, “your Peter Peter will come, and I am still pondering if he fails. I want to use Devrim’s new toy for my own? Imagine the heartbreak when dear dying meat sack witch breaks you free? Never knowing it was me and his dear Aurie Aurie will die, forever blamed by Devrim? Hated? So much grief and tragedy~”

It failed with Harry because HABIT acted impulsively. No, he was planning. “But enough about shattering them, they are your toys after all. I’d rather not break them if you don’t want me to~” He lowers himself on all fours and moves around the cage, almost playfully. His form still dark and not quite corporeal.

“I am quite impressed about your fun. You broke little Asher in ways I couldn’t. Who knew if only I made him human, I’d have broken him. Bummer” He snaps his fingers. “Like I said, this is merely a visit. If all goes well, Peter Peter will free you. If it goes horrible, well, I will use whoever to help break you free.” He licks his lips hungrily, “the best part is, if it’s not Aurelius, I will always be around watching.” HABIT’s grin appeared, white jagged teeth showing.

A bored HABIT is a problem to all.

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cowsinyou-deactivated20230305

Some of my favourite Habit quotes:

"You think you're untouchable? Not even God can hide from me."

"I'M MANKIND'S BAD HABIT."

“SURPRISE BITCHES”

“Alright, daddy-o”

“ENJOY THE SHOW, SPANKY”

“So how are we feeling? Feeling good? Feeling sassy?”

“Don’t look at my cat”

“Smell that?”

“Because of your stupidity, you don’t get a fun death”

“I tied you down because you’ve been a bad little boy”

“…you’re not the pizza guy”

“How are ya? Doing good? Feeling sassy?”

“Don’t you wreck this house while I’m gone little mister”

rinmythos

A quick little redraw of HABIT in that one scene from GOODBYE, hello true form HABIT my beloved—

pluralforsheep

*ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ.

ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ɪ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴛꜱᴛʏʟᴇ.

slutforeddiemunson

Eddie Munson is a bat 🦇

That’s it, that’s the post.

hellfangedfire

"Oh I go by many names, but some stick more than others. The Habit. Mankind's Bad Habit~ And it looks like the term had not fallen out of favor yet either"

Kas still looked confused, but made no move to attack not yet . “.. the Habit?.., we’ll I’ve heard stranger names .. “ he mused .

“What are you and why are you here ?” He asked gruffly.

trialsofhabit

“Can go by just ‘Habit’ if it suits you better, Fluffy?” Here he went with the nicknames.

“What am I? Hmmm well, that is very much a loaded question.” Looks around, “I am not of the Upside Down if that helps, nor am I really of this world either. Very loaded. I am quite ancient. Was around when mankind’s first bad habit came, will be around until the last bad habit is committed.”

“As for why I am here. To see the petty guy’s pet. So far, can’t lie when I say I prefer the more handsome look and tenderness, much more inviting than that guy” Habit’s interests in someone meant very deadly things, but he didn’t need to let this guy know. “And such a need to kill.. I think I’m going to like you indeed~”

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enstorie

Can you reblog this if the mun is 18+

thedragcnbrother

trialsofhabit:

There was the dragon he had seen before, in all it’s fiery glory. The fire would have cremated anyone, but the demonic god was not anyone. The fire was meant to purify and burn, but all this thing felt was warmth as if sitting by a fire on a cold winter’s night.

He almost ignored the roaring rage. The voice that would have probably made any other lowly god tremble. “I do what I want, Ashy. I do just what you do with others below you.” The fire charred everything around him, and yet the dark entity stood, looking more like the smokey form that the Darkness was, but the eyes were purple, and the grin that somehow appeared was of jagged teeth, “it isn’t okay, but you lack power to stop me. His wing stays off, now if you don’t mind, I have other plans to attend to.”

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And the darkness took a little bit of fiery embers in blackened talons, “you’re my pet, Asher, always and forever until I tire of you. Or until death finds you before I do~ Devrim’s wing stays off, take it or leave it. He’s part of the fun like you are. The game has just begun.”

It wasn’t just the the ground right near them, an earthquake trembled, as Tom moved, ripping apart the buildings, walls, and things that were in the vicinity; rage over taking him, as he continued to free himself from his guise, not just the literal form, but the pretense of that nature that held him.

With an enormous wail, he opened his wings like a gust of a hurricane, breaking roofs off houses, and downing the entire area’s electric, as he took to the sky in a cloud of smoke, embers, and screams of dying people around him.

Another wailing roar ripped from him as he opened his mouth and engulfed the entire vicinity like a torch of hell, as if he truly was the god of death, himself.

“YOU WILL NOT WIN. YOU MAY PLAY GAMES, BUT THIS WORLD IS MINE. WE WILL RETURN. Go your way.”

trialsofhabit

“I already have, we’re just playing to your loss.”

The sounds of screaming and death were music and icy pleasure to the monster. “The world has and always will be mine, Asher. I’m just letting you rent it out.”

Habit loved the true dragon before him. Not some weeping dragonling anymore.. Habit chose well. “Until I play again. Have fun with the flightless wannabe.. and predator wannabe to~” And the creature disappeared with the hurricane winds, leaving the dragon to deal with Habit who, in his eyes, made him lose his cool...

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thedragcnbrother

Cont. from Here

trialsofhabit

Oh how the dragon wanted to curse the entity, and how HABIT almost dared him to. Would he pay him back for it if he did so? Who knows.

“Oh I’m not saying that, but why would I fix something I broke willingly? It’s like breaking a glowstick, why unbreak it when it glows? But I digress, I could put it back on, but what is the point, Tomboy? Little clone can’t fly anyway, I just reminded him of it~”

“Consider it payback for immobilizing my other toy, had to deal with that fuck’s whining for a week. So, no, it wasn’t just your tongue that earned Devrim losing a wing.”

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Tom had done his best to repress the liquid boiling rage steaming and smoldering just under the surface. This THING made him submit and act docile, bite his tongue while he ripped apart, amputated, and possessed his children.

Fury finally snapped within the ancient dragon, as the guise was ripped away, and he breathed and enormous inferno right on the entity. Did he know it wouldn’t do anything, yes! But it was a release of his true self and absolute fury that was needed!

“NO ONE … TAKES.. MY CHILDREN… I .. WILL NOT STAND HERE AND PRETEND IT’S OKAY. I… AM ASHER!!!!” he roared through his dragon tongue, stepping forward in a moment of pure rage, talons ripping through the ground and stone, like crumbled breakable pottery, as his chest heaved. “GOD OF THE DRAGONS, LAST OF MY KIND, AND CREATOR OF ALL WHO WALK IN FRONT ME!!! I BOW TO NO ONE!!!”

trialsofhabit

There was the dragon he had seen before, in all it’s fiery glory. The fire would have cremated anyone, but the demonic god was not anyone. The fire was meant to purify and burn, but all this thing felt was warmth as if sitting by a fire on a cold winter’s night.

He almost ignored the roaring rage. The voice that would have probably made any other lowly god tremble. “I do what I want, Ashy. I do just what you do with others below you.” The fire charred everything around him, and yet the dark entity stood, looking more like the smokey form that the Darkness was, but the eyes were purple, and the grin that somehow appeared was of jagged teeth, “it isn’t okay, but you lack power to stop me. His wing stays off, now if you don’t mind, I have other plans to attend to.”

And the darkness took a little bit of fiery embers in blackened talons, “you’re my pet, Asher, always and forever until I tire of you. Or until death finds you before I do~ Devrim’s wing stays off, take it or leave it. He’s part of the fun like you are. The game has just begun.”

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trialsofhabit

"Habit, ... Okay. You made your point. I'll do what you want, just please put my son's wings back to normal. This is between you and me not him."

"Hmmm naaah.

It's between none of us, I'm just having fun. Like it'd do anything now. I mean, you ever amputated someone's limb before? After a while there is no hope even if reattached, unless you want a wing rotting on him~ That I can do~"

thedragcnbrother

Tom knew this was a far stretch, but this was his son he was talking about, so ...

Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly surprised at the asshole’s answer. “You could fix it back to normal, ....,” he bit his tongue to not say asshole there, and swallowed it despite the distaste on his tongue, “before you put it back on, you know.. if you actually wanted to. Unless, you’re saying that you’re more limited in your powers than I thought,” he challenged just a bit. Had to.

trialsofhabit

Oh how the dragon wanted to curse the entity, and how HABIT almost dared him to. Would he pay him back for it if he did so? Who knows.

“Oh I’m not saying that, but why would I fix something I broke willingly? It’s like breaking a glowstick, why unbreak it when it glows? But I digress, I could put it back on, but what is the point, Tomboy? Little clone can’t fly anyway, I just reminded him of it~”

“Consider it payback for immobilizing my other toy, had to deal with that fuck’s whining for a week. So, no, it wasn’t just your tongue that earned Devrim losing a wing.”

#thedragcnbrother

"Habit, ... Okay. You made your point. I'll do what you want, just please put my son's wings back to normal. This is between you and me not him."

"Hmmm naaah.

It's between none of us, I'm just having fun. Like it'd do anything now. I mean, you ever amputated someone's limb before? After a while there is no hope even if reattached, unless you want a wing rotting on him~ That I can do~"

#thedragcnbrother

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