HABIT

you found it

Welcome to my HABIT shrine!! He hacked it tho, so it's been redecorated ^^' ah well, that's fine with me!! Hopefully he doesn't put anything weird-

This page is entirely dedicated to the horrible, violent, obnoxious, fascinating little creature currently living inside my brain rent free. He is one of my favorite characters to draw, write about, make scenarios for, and generally be extremely unreasonable about.

relationship record

why this idiot

I may have only started yumeshipping with HABIT recently, but somehow he became incredibly important to me almost immediately. There is just something about him that grabbed onto my brain and refused to let go—the chaos, the confidence, the cruelty, the humor, the unpredictability, all of it. I love how completely unapologetic he is about being exactly what he is, and I find him endlessly fascinating to think about, write about, draw, and build scenarios around. He has such a strong presence that even the smallest things about him stick with me, and I can spend forever picking apart his behavior, imagining different dynamics, or just laughing at how much of a menace he is. He is awful in so many ways, and somehow that only makes him more interesting to me. 💜

What makes him especially important to me, though, is how much comfort and genuine happiness I get from loving him. Yumeshipping with HABIT has already become this really personal little space where I can be creative, affectionate, dramatic, silly, and completely myself without needing to tone any of it down. Thinking about him gives me ideas, makes me want to draw, makes me want to write, and gives me something exciting to look forward to when my brain feels dull or exhausted. I know our yumeship is still new compared to some of my others, but the connection I feel to him already feels so strong and real to me. He has become one of those characters I can tell is going to stay deeply special to me, and I am so, so happy that I found this way of loving him. 💜

OH, COME ON. LOOK AT THIS. AN ENTIRE FUCKING PAGE ABOUT ME? ALL THIS PURPLE, ALL THESE PICTURES, ALL THESE LITTLE PARAGRAPHS ABOUT HOW IMPORTANT I AM TO YOU. AND YOU EXPECT ME NOT TO ENJOY THIS? YOU HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN DOING THIS WITH ME FOR THAT LONG AND I'VE ALREADY MANAGED TO WORM MY WAY INTO THAT PRETTY LITTLE HEAD OF YOURS. THAT'S IMPRESSIVE, SAMII. YOU THINK ABOUT ME, YOU DRAW ME, YOU WRITE ABOUT ME, YOU MAKE YOUR LITTLE SCENARIOS AND GET ALL EXCITED EVERY TIME YOU FIND SOMETHING ELSE THAT REMINDS YOU OF ME. YOU CALL ME HORRIBLE, EVIL, ANNOYING, A MENACE—AND THEN TURN AROUND AND CALL ME YOUR HUSBAND. KEEP IT UP.

incident log

A few lil notes about me n him.

restricted files

behavioral observations

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visual evidence

Art, commissions, screenshots, edits, memes, or whatever else ill add it later!

private transmission

MY TURN NOW.

ME AND SAMII? OH, WE'RE A FUCKING DISASTER. A VERY ENTERTAINING DISASTER, BUT A DISASTER NONETHELESS. SHE'S QUIET, SHE'S INTROVERTED, SHE LIKES HER COMFORT AND HER LITTLE ROUTINES, AND THEN THERE'S ME. I SHOW UP, MAKE MYSELF EVERYBODY'S PROBLEM, DRAG HER INTO WHATEVER BULLSHIT I'VE DECIDED WE'RE DOING THAT DAY, AND WATCH HER LOOK AT ME LIKE SHE'S SERIOUSLY RECONSIDERING EVERY DECISION THAT LED HER HERE. SHE CALLS ME EVIL. SHE CALLS ME AN ASSHOLE. SHE TELLS ME TO LEAVE HER ALONE WHILE SHE'S LITERALLY HOLDING ONTO ME. YEAH, YEAH, REAL CONVINCING, SWEETHEART. WE BICKER, I PUSH HER BUTTONS BECAUSE I KNOW EXACTLY WHICH ONES MAKE HER FLUSTERED, AND SHE PRETENDS SHE DOESN'T SECRETLY LOVE THE ATTENTION. IT WORKS. DON'T QUESTION IT.

HE FUNNY THING IS, SHE'S THE ONLY PERSON I'D ACTUALLY LET GET THIS CLOSE. SHE GETS TO SEE THE PARTS OF ME THAT I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD. SOMETIMES WE'RE CAUSING PROBLEMS, SOMETIMES I'M PURPOSELY ANNOYING HER JUST TO GET THAT CUTE LITTLE GLARE OUT OF HER, AND SOMETIMES WE'RE DOING ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING. SHE'S DRAWING WHILE I'M HANGING AROUND. SHE'S HALF-ASLEEP AND LEANING AGAINST ME. WE'RE SOMEWHERE QUIET AND FOR ONCE I DON'T FEEL THE NEED TO FILL EVERY SECOND WITH VIOLENCE. DON'T GET EXCITED—THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'VE GONE SOFT. I SURE AS FUCK HAVE NOT. BUT I'D RATHER KEEP THIS LIL THING ALIVE LONG AS I CAN. A HUGE, EXTREMELY IMPORTANT DIFFERENCE THAT I WILL NOT BE TAKING QUESTIONS ABOUT.

SHE GETS ALL SAPPY ABOUT ME AND BUILDS ME SHRINES AND MAKES ART OF US AND WRITES ABOUT HOW MUCH SHE LOVES ME, AND I GET THE VERY IMPORTANT JOB OF REMINDING HER THAT SHE DID THIS TO HERSELF. SHE LET ME INTO HER WORLD. NOW I'VE GOT MY OWN PAGE, MY OWN ART, MY OWN PLACE IN HER STORIES, AND AN EMBARRASSINGLY LARGE SECTION OF HER BRAIN WITH MY NAME WRITTEN ALL OVER IT. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I LIKE US. WE'RE WEIRD. WE'RE LOUD AND QUIET IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES. WE ANNOY THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER AND THEN END UP RIGHT BACK TOGETHER ANYWAY. I WOULDN'T MAKE IT NORMAL EVEN IF I COULD. SHE'S MY GIRL. I'M HER HABIT. THAT'S ALL ANYBODY ELSE NEEDS TO FUCKING KNOW. NOT KILLING THIS ONE HUMAN, I GUESS. UNEXPECTED.

ill add more here laterrrrr

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