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OH, JUST KIDDING. EVERYONE WHO FOLLOWS ME IS SLEEPY AND HASN’T BEEN ON IN A LITERAL ETERNITY.

GOOD.

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DO Y’ALL JUST... KINDA GO ON A HUNT TO LOOK FOR OTHER HABITS

CAUSE Y’KNOW I REALIZE I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE SO LIKE..

I KEEP GETTING FOLLOWERS DESPITE BEING REAL FUCKIN BUSY

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📼

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a bitter tasting dream

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Agressive boi.

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tattoo design i threw together. habit ruined my life thanks 

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✎

*finger guns*

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carvingcarelessly:

I’m not saying you’re right or wrong. But, I’m not all that impulsive. I’ve been planning this for almost 6 months now.

I am fairly sure I’ve considered all the possibilities. Kaden being in the picture now added some. But still, like I said. Very slim chance.

YOUR SILENCE TELLS ME I’M RIGHT.

DESPITE ALMOST PLANNING IT FOR SIX MONTHS YOU STILL HAVEN’T GOTTEN SHIT DONE AND YOU’RE SHAKIN IN YOUR BOOTS. HOW PATHETIC.

DON’T WORRY ABOUT HIM. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS WORRY ABOUT ME.

Yͫ̀̽̂ǪỨͣ́ͨͩ͑̓’͡L̢̑ͫ͒̌̏͒L ͡D̓ͭͣͧ̌̋ͪÍ̌̀̎́̄ͪE̸̍̾̿̋̽ ͐̋͜W̔ͦ̈́ͤ̔͗Hͧ̾̃ͯĚ̢ͧ͐Ņ̇̓ͣ ̈́̐I̓̎͐̌ ̃́͆̊̎̚W͒̇̆̈́͠A͘Nͬ͠T̐̌͒̎̂͂ ̧̽̎Y̶͛̏̿̐ͮO̴͐̿̿U̾̔͛̃ ̷ͪ̆ͫ͋T̎ͣ̿̾͂͡O̿̌ͩ̈ ͌ͥ̄̇̎͆͝D́͋ͦI͌̈́ͣ̎E͝.

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WHAT A FUCKING CHARACTER, HAHA.

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carvingcarelessly:

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You don’t know what my plan is. At least you shouldn’t. I don’t think I’ve told anyone.

Regardless that’s not going to happen. The chance of that is very slim.

WELL YOU JUST TOLD ME A LITTLE BIT ABOUT IT, DIDN’T YOU?

IT INVOLVES YOU DYING AS AN END RESULT, BUT I THINK I CAN GUESS YOUR PLAN. SOMETHING BASED ON PETTY REVENGE THAT WON’T GO OVER WELL BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO DAMN FUCKIN STUPID TO CAREFULLY PLAN IT OUT.

THAT’S WHAT I’VE GATHERED FROM YOU. IMPULSIVENESS, TSK TSK. YOU WON’T GET THE RIGHT END RESULT THAT WAY, FRIENDO.

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A young, very elusive pyromaniac who sweeps the streets at night, looking for new victims and people to burn. He has another personality that he builds upon; a college student who is known to be very generous. 

                                       Semi-selective, OC and Canon friendly. 

                       Trigger warnings; Blood, gore, murder, fire/burning

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WHOLE BUNCHA FOOD ON MY DASH AND NOW I’M HUNGRY.

THANKS, YA FUCKS.

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HOLEE SHIET.

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carvingcarelessly:

“I don’t think that’s how my memory issue works. I just can’t remember everything that happened before.” Dylan wasn’t liking this guy. He didn’t like that he knows who Dylan himself is. And he especially doesn’t like that he knows who Ghost is. Granted he is in Ghost’s house. BUT STILL.

He tensed a bit at the machete being pressed against his shoulder, about to shove it away– wait. “Plan? What plan?” Was that something he forgot? he knew he felt he forgot something important, but did he have a plan?  “If you’re going to act all mysteriously. Can you at least tell me what your talking about? What plan did I have???”

“Okay, maybe you are stupid.. Holy fuck.” HABIT rubbed at his face with his other hand, keeping the machete’s point still pressed against Dylan’s arm, threatening to tear into his hoodie. “No - I know that’s not how your fuckin’ issue works you dumbass. I’m just sayin’ you won’t remember shit-- why am I even explaining this to you..” Grumbling, the entity shook his head and gave a snarl at the end.

Oh? 

Dylan wanted to know what his original plan was? That’s fucking hilarious. HABIT eyed Dylan with a quirked brow, taking the weapon off of him finally. “I mean, y’know. I ain’t supposed to tell you, you lil’ shit. You gotta figure that one out for yourself.”

Yet another pause and HABIT eyed at his bare wrist, “Well, I gotta jet.” he spoke, looking back up at Dylan with a smile. Yes, he had no watch to tell the time.

“I just wanted to fuck with you a lil’ bit. Like I said, you ain’t gonna remember shit anyway and once you get all your memories back, after I get bored with mister chainsaw man, I’ll̴ ͟co̢me͏ get͜ yóú.” Distortion weighed heavy in his voice once again and the shadows seemed to get darker, darker, ever darker, vibrating with intensity as HABIT suddenly disappeared.

The sudden absence of the entity would be startling. He was no where to be found. The room would be back to normal, aside from the static-flickering screen of the computer. Everything would be well, right? He was gone for good?

No.

Dylan would feel an agonizing pain in his head - like someone was shoving a large needle through his skull, twisting around brain matter and making it into mush. A loud ringing noise would become apparent, and Dylan’s vision would go white as he’d begin to feel faint. 

When he’d wake up? He would remember nothing about HABIT, nothing about any of this. His nose and his ears would be bleeding, and he’d have a slight headache, but nothing more.

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carvingcarelessly:

Dylan watched HABIT intently. Unsure what exactly his motives are. He decided to stay quiet and let the other speak. Maybe scooting a few inches back in his office chair to not be so close to this– thing. This guy was unnerving to say the least. Supernatural looking fucker and all. You have his full attention HABIT.

His attention shifted for half a second at how the room seemed to change. This guy meant bad news, But Dylan didn’t have the guts to ask him to leave. He probably wouldn’t listen anyways.

“You are very vague you know that?” Dylan gave a light huff. His nervousness rising but not quite to fear yet. “How am I at all interesting? Aaand what does my memory problem have to do with anything? Have I seen you before?”

“Well that’s the point, fucker. You ain’t gonna remember all this anyway, else you’ll tell lil’ ol Ghostie and I can’t have that right now. Or maybe, y’know, I can, and I could cause paranoia and anxiety for a long fuckin’ time.” The entity shrugged, a chuckle coming from him.

“Just told ya, stupid. The way you function interests me. Besides the whole plan you got goin’ on - now that’s just shitty and fuckin’ cowardice, but you don’t remember it at all, do you?” HABIT scooted closer to him, pressing the bloodied machete to his shoulder.

“Nooo...” His voice was gravelly and distorted, the shadows around him seeming to vibrate with it. “No you don’t. But you will. And you won’t be able to carry it out. Y’wanna know why? Because I’m not gonna fuckin’ let you, shithead. That’s why.”

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Dylan jumped when he heard the voice beside him, quickly turning in his chair to see who the fuck was there and– well he’s questioning his sanity for a moment. Especially when the other vanishes.

“What do you mean by a check up? Who even are you???” Last he checked his is unaware of some floating creepy guy. He knows a creepy chainsaw guy and a creepy flamethrower guy. But a creepy floaty guy? That’s new. But those purple eyes, that reminds him heavily of chainsaw guy.

Dylan just stared at him, mixture of confusion and curiosity. He knows he should probably be afraid of this guy. But he is more curious. “So why are you here exactly? Am I in actual danger or are you trying to scare me?” Dylan is definitely nervous. But not necessarily afraid just yet.

“Hah! You ain’t scared. I can sense your nervousness, but you ain’t scared. Not yet at least. That’s admirable. I like you.” But how much would that give Dylan in the long run? How much of that was a good thing? Nevertheless, HABIT gave a snarling chuckle, only for it to end in a cheshire grin, a countless amount of razor-like teeth being on display.

“I mean- You don’t need to know who I am, though, not yet.” He waved a hand of dismissal and his grin stretched even wider, if that were even possible. “But I can work on appearances for you - if you want. I wasn’t necessarily tryin’ to scare you but if that’s what you’re sorely disappointed by, then by all means, I can certainly motherfuckin’ try.”

Claws dig into the desk that Dylan rested his arm against. “But let’s cut to the chase,” His voice dipped into a much more dangerous tone, distortion dancing off of his words once again. The room seemed to get darker, the air grew heavier, and HABIT’s eyes were definitely brighter than before.

“You’re Dylan Carver n’ you got a lil’ bit of a memory issue. That’s gonna help in makin’ this a hell of a lot easier. But I’ve got my eyes on you. The way you do things, how you function. It’s aaaaall interestin’ to me and in the future, I might be lookin’ for a deal of sorts.”