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coming back to tumblr?

i think so...i guess i just cant stay away...i may make a seperate blog for like..only my posts and art.

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Goodbye tumblr

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I'm not on here as much as I used to be. I think we just aren't working out. I'll still have personal( not so public ) accounts on social medias to keep up to date + share stuff I like etc. But your best bet to contact me directly from now on, or see my art is...

My discord: nonbinary_small_horse_princess

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Read this one along to " Somebody that you used to know". ;-)

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Reminds me of this song.

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[ ID: Fanart of Dr Habit from the game Smile For Me.

The drawing is in side view. Habit holds up a tooth in his hand. The drawing is in light shades of pink, magneta alongwith a swirling pale pink background.

A dark magneta ray cuts through the middle of the drawing, showing a Dr. Habit in darker colours, like an X-ray. His silhouette is black. There is a scar on his nose. His eyes multiply and cry triangular tears. In his head, these are seen: a tooth lily ripping away to its petals, a toothbrush and a tooth, a punching glove, a smiley face and a post it note. End ID]

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My Best Friend is dead. Her name ...was MARTHA. She resides in the bathroom now, but I'm still trying to make her smile. [ Part 2 ] [ INVESTIGATIONS....START!!!] (REPOSTED)

( Plaintext: My Best Friend is dead. Her name ...was MARTHA. She resides in the bathroom now, but I'm still trying to make her smile. [ Part 2 ] [ Investigations....start!!!] ( Reposted))

Habit is pretty new around here, but if he can't find a single friend then God help him he is going to make the ghost in the bathroom who may-or-may not-exist-but-hopefully-its-a-may-- his friend. Now if only he had any idea where to start?!?!

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Well, she's fading in relevance, but some rumors still stick- that is atleast a place to start with.....

TO THE DRAMA TUNNEL!!!

( Wanna clarify this is NOT actually drama he's going there for though, that's just what the majority of the place harbours. I guess this particular use is like...more of...Information-Hole??)

[ GIF description: Pinkie Pie from MLP FIM uses a attached slide and somehow slides up and out of an underground lair where she prepares for parties with a variety of party items and folders on everyone's likes and dislikes. End GIF description]

That's right. You heard me, bozo. Habit has a secret underground cave under the angel statue at the forefront of his school full of folders on every single person only used for the V.V.V. Important Purposes Vital For Survival. Such as catty gossip that can be used against you later. He hasn't really told Kamal about it truthfully because he'd never let that fly HQKJSJSK

But sometimes when they're talking after being out of their respective schools he TRIES anyway. Getting really close and whispering conspirationally.

'' So I heared his moms gettin' die-vorced...''

( habitspeak translation: So I heard his moms gettin' divorced...)

''HAHA YES AMAZING''

Sorry guys, Kamal is also trying, but just to keep his cool. The times when he does tolerate enough to give some gossiping ground. Still though, brotato, personal space.....😳😖( blushing emoji and closed-eye agitated emoji )

HOWEVER. He simply won't entertain the idea of this fanciful ghost-hunt his friends picked up and the associated taperecorded interviews, derelict dental records(???), old newspapers, photographs, impromptu questioning around the neighbourhood, bake sales for means to obtain said-newspapers, urban legend discussion printouts, breaking n entering into school offices at 3 AM ... Holy DUCKNUGGETS. Chill out big time, saaley. Don't fuck around and find out with what we don't know, yeah? He's mildly superstitious( despite liking to think himself more rational than that) so he's really uncomfortable with Habit mentioning it.

>POV: your just the janitor in the basement to grab your dust pan but Habit is Happening

[ ID: Meme of a guy with a vast number of papers and red tape stuck together on the wall like a stereotypical conspiracy theorist. He is explaining them raptly with wildly serious looking eyes. End ID]

So, um. Habit gets more huffy around him about that But he Keeps Going Anyway. And getting into more trouble with everyone as usual.

Guys, I NEED you to know I'm TOTALLY imagining a musical sequence where Habit's going through his All Saints High school and EVERYONE'S LIKE....

[ Video Thumbnail ID: A painterly style illustration of the three musicians performing " We Don't Talk About Bruno...But It's Cursed" in the style of the Madrigal family members, but ominously done in glowing greens and bright reds. The title text is in the same colors and has a roughened look. Their eyes all glow green and the man in the middle has rats on him in an imitation of Camilo Madrigal. All of them are posed like they're telling a sinister story, clawing their hands and grinning in an unhinged manner. End ID]

" WE DONT TALK ABOUT MARTHA "

( plaintext: "We don't talk about Martha" )

Of COURSE it would not be like, the exact same bcuz different context. But just the general vibe of someone's real self faded into increasingly contrived stories, the implication that meeting with this person is a portent of bad luck, danger and possibly death itself and an enforced silence on events. And the protagonist wanting to unveil the truth.

Oh and! I particularly took a Catholic school for Habit to go to( it wasn't his choice, Father sent him off ) because of that one line he drops in a PSA " hate the sin love the sinner" I think, which I've most frequently heard around(not personally) as like. An anti LGBT sentiment from Christians. It was jarring to hear in the game, but worked to effect. And also Martha and Habit's story sprung from this one particular song that was sent to me, plus Catholic schools are some of the largest spread in the US, admitting non Catholic students as well. His own family would probably follow a different Russian Orthodox tradition though.

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Well, what's happening on the B side?

Martha is quite, quite highly amused.

( Also perhaps holding an little flicker of hope, cuz it's like. People who do not fully believe in her cannot see her no-matter-what,

as she found out when she was newly-awakened and tried to go about school as usual

[ Gif description : An animated sequence from the Katawa Shoujo visual novel where Hanako looks on in confusion while students zip past her impossibly fast, their faces and figures blurring. Only one other person stands without moving. It generally represents the feeling of the world leaving Hanako behind. End ID]

<Yup. Kinda traumatizing. Stuff like this is why she prefers to stay stall-confined self-exiled most of the time.>

and also she has to reveal herself voluntarily. She's not shown herself, but he clearly does believe....)

She's like " Woah. DOLLY : O (open mouth emote)" HSJDJDJ A big, walking, talking one. Which he is. It just particularly endears her because she used to have a hobby of collecting them, finding out about their histories and stuff. When she was alive she eventually stopped talking about it because some people would find it embarrassing. Still carries that shame, but hey, there's no soul around to see right now.

Follows him around sometimes, even. Walking in front, clutching the walls above, at his shoulder.

Judgementally spectating him getting into another fight come-to-blows by virtue of his incredibly short-fuse especially with assholes( Hes uh. Stressed. To say the least.) . Only she likes to pretend he's actually following her by walking in front of him all-proud by vaguely predicting which direction he's taking. Actually he doesn't even see her there, but that just reduces any pesky possible arguments, right? Playing pretend is so much better. Few regrets. Like how he has to usually stitch his wounds up himself 'cause skin-bandages feel gross on the fur and don't do much. She could probably do that for him, and better!!! Without all the shaking and sniffling.

That is of course all a big IF. Habit's skyrocketed to the exact sort of notoriety she has spent so many years averting for herself, in like, record time. In a strange turn of events--- this kind of reputation making it hard for him to keep n' make new friends who don't slip through his paws like wilted petals-- has led him to.....someone who would under more non-time displaced circumstances...would NEVER be his friend. No matter how much she both admires and envies his loudly bold, curious and creative side coming through in times like how he touts around and takes apart the one Mecha Jesus Transformer ( from Kamal) with a whole backstory he's made up with his, apparently one friend, now. Or when he refuses to follow taken-for-granted rules without reason( like she couldn't bring herself to). But now, there's no one around to see......

Still, old habits die hard. Even when you're already dead in the ground. So she hesitates...and hesitates some more. Teetering on the edge of an afterlife-changing desicion.

But once...

It's just a regular bathroom visit. Open the door, check for other people, run inside. Regular running away from everyone, letting perenially red eyes run redder when for all the high-achieving to not make anyone mad still the teachers didn't know what to make of him. Running over chipped molars in the mirror-reflection for far too long, the usual. Nothing out of the ordinary, not the cursing God, not the attempts in the stall to muffle his noise lest passing janitors hear, not the barely contained scream, not in-the-end when it all thankfully stops and he slumps down on the closed seat, exhausted.

And then he says something. New.

"I wish ..someone would miss me if I was gone."

Unfortunately this time Habit can't contain the part-excited and part-terrified hoarse scream from himself when all his researching becomes reality.

[ Gif description: Animated cutscene from the Faith games in its signature usually colored-outline, black fill-in, rotoscoped cutscenes. Amy Martin rises up from the edge of the beds end, hands first and then up to her head covered by long hair. There's a slight glitching distortion. End description]

SHE IS HERE.

( Plaintext: She Is Here.)

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My Best Friend is dead. Her name ...was MARTHA. She resides in the bathroom now, but I'm still trying to make her smile. [ Part 1 ](REPOSTED)

[Plaintext: My Best Friend is dead. Her name ...was MARTHA. She resides in the bathroom now, but I'm still trying to make her smile. [ Part 1 ](Reposted))

HhhhhHhhh

The NoSleep story title aside, here's the...story! I can't really think of a proper way to introduce this but it will probably be broken into parts.

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Let's start from a bit of the beginning, shall we? The beginning...of her ending.

( Man it's a bit weird narrating all this when it was all just built up in chats. But it's a little exhilarating too. Like I'm actually telling you a story. How strange. )

Martha. Best of her peers, best of her age, shining star of her school-- All Saints High. Music? Voice of an angel and incredible range to boot. Learns from regular piano lessons without fail. Studies, sports? If you want to get on her level you'll have to grind HARD, and then have to answer her attempts to take the crowning seat back, as well. She can hurl a volleyball just as well as she can jot down Science notes. (Their theology classes fill her with just enough doubts to seek out more on her own ). She's no nobody. Everyone knows her name. She knows them, too. Well enough not to take anything lying down( LEAST of all taunts about her pronouncedly fluttery accent and her own accompanying G-rated cursing ). She won't just survive-- she will surpass. And she's built up the assets needed with everything shes got. Money, skill, sweet words, blackmail, friendships, favours, petty revenge, precious time, sweat, perfection. ALL of it.

Home is a hole.

It is void. A fine place to read thrashy romance novels, if only to forget about the endlessly yawning cavern depths. Others exist, somewhere there. She exists alongside them but they do not acknowledge her. It is alright as long as she never causes a scene, breaks the silence. It is even more alright when she keeps aiming past what is to her the sky, sun and space and beyond and catches their attention. Sometimes, achieving this even means a warm smile or two of them, from the two of them, thrown her way.

She catches it, picks it up, learns to plaster it across on her face. Red lips frame white teeth that twinkle like stars.

Pity they fell out then.

No one could believe it. No one wanted to believe it. In fact, common, widespread verity was so grim in prospect, so sticky a situation that it would attract investigators like flies to the rotting corpse, so un-profitable in comparison to the sum offered to keep lips sealed and stories spun-- that in the end, all that blew up the town to fearfully great heights was that there was a killer on the lose.

The newspapers turn obsolete.

Law efforts turn obsolete.

Gossip becomes old news.

Students turn obsolete as they graduate into college-age adults.

The holy water sprinkled on her casket goes stale.

Her friends do not visit anymore, because life has taken them away.

The school still stands, without Martha. She is there, of course. What could it ever be without her? She keeps asking herself,

staring into the dirty thing bobbing in dark water

cannot leave this bathroom stall

should not

for her murderer is outside, walking free, living, teaching freely

They say if you stay in the stalls all by yourself or look at the stretching mirrors too long, she will appear to drag you into the stories herself. They say if you are unluckier still, it will show itself, rising, rising, rising from and out of the times past, to the top of the water...

[ ID: PNG of an item from Smile For Me the game, a pair of plasticky looking red jaws with yellow teeth, called the 'Toilet Teeth'. End ID]

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Habit is pretty new around here, but if he can't find a single friend then God help him he is going to make the ghost in the bathroom who may-or-may not-exist-but-hopefully-its-a-may-- his friend. Now if only he had any idea where to start?!?!

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[ ID: Fanart of Dr Habit and Kamal Bora from Smile For Me the game. The style is simple and neat. There is a slight rough texture overlaid. They are drawn with praying mantis and moth features respectively here. Kamals moth wings and antenna are in blue hues.

They smile and lean against each other's heads. The background is a real picture of a green tree. End ID]

YAOI

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[ ID: Fanart of the ship of Dr Habit and Kamal Bora from Smile For Me the game. The style is simple and neat. It has a slight rough texture overlaid.

Kamal wears an off shoulder light pink dress with a mild yellow long skirt. He has on yellow socks with red shoes. His hair strand is coming out.

Habit is wearing a light blue dress with frilly sleeves and a long yellow skirt. He also has a single pink flower earring and a multicolored flower bracelet.

Kamal laughs and turns his head to the side as he is spun around by Habit. Habit smiles at Kamal, one eye open, one of his arms picking Kamal up.

The BG is like a warm sunset. The flower field they're in is covered with red, orange and yellow flowers. End ID]

EE3EHEH3UUSHQUAU

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[ ID: Fanart of Dr.Habit from the game Smile For Me. The style is simple and neat. It has a slight rough texture overlaid.

Habit is dressed in a rose pink half- sleeve dress with poofy arms. The dress is tied off with a peach ribbon and below that is a light yellow skirt. His hair is done in long pigtails with yellow bands. A rose flower rests on his hair.

Habit smiles shyly, blushing and looking to the side. He holds up a red bouquet paper with lots of red and pink flowers in it to his face. A small smiley with hearts is drawn next to him.

The background is rose with lighter rose straps running slanted. End ID]

Gay ppl day soon not clickbait

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Habismal In Different Colors

Plaintext: Habismal In Different Colors

[ ID: Fanart of Dr.Habit and Kamal Bora from Smile For Me the game in different color palletes. These versions are from my AU Roseverse.

The changes in the artists interpretation of the deisgns are as follows. Kamal has a lot of acne, eyebags and thick brows. His hair is has streaks of older age in it. Habit has a muppet-like appearance with fur, longer hair, cheek patches with a splash of freckles, stitches and scars on hands plus an X shaped one near his mouth. He has on lipstick. His long coat has a bush-like collar with feathery parts holding flowers.

To the top left, the first doodle is them locking lips in a sweet kiss, Kamals face towards Habits as Kamal puts his hands on Habits shoulders. Both their eyes close in bliss. The color pallete used is pink, rose, peach and salmon pink. The brush is thickly chalky. This pallete is written out over the doodle in loopy handwriting as " Bimbosophy".

To the bottom of it, is a doodle of Kamal stands and leans down, burying his nose in Habits bountious hair happily, running his hands through. Habit looks up and smiles cutely, his hands held below his chin. He is settled on the ground. The color pallete used is a pale sandy color, desaturated red, light grey, washed out oranges and a dark brown. The brush is textured with little thick lines all over the drawing, so that it almost looks like a blankets texture. This pallete is written out in fancy handwriting as " Lily Eater" with a heart on the I.

To the right, is a doodle of Habit dipping Kamal, grinning at him wildly while Kamal looks entranced in the gesture, smiling slightly with eyes going wide. Kamals shirt is going open. The color pallete used is very bright. It is bright pink, neon blue, a slightly more sky blue, bright lime, neon yellow. The brush used is painterly. There is a red and blue glitch effect making the coloring of the doodle look smudged. This pallete is written out in sharp letters as " Dream Toxic".

Finally on the top is a very simple doodle of Rose and Buddy, my sona-esque OC and my friends OC. Rose is a little dark-haired, glasses-wearing plant nymph based on a rose. He is a kid. Buddy is an anthromorphic cat person with long poofy hair. She is an adult. Rose sits down and weeps a single tear over " Why is drawing them kissing SO HARD". Buddy replies that " What matters is that you have fun, bro"

end ID]

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Used pallettes from @color-palettes !!!! I had a blast making these!!! They look soooo good and beautiful, the colors

I also used different brushes :) ( smiley emote)

My friend said the bottom brown one reminded them of a grandma's blanket <3( cute smiley emote)

Also bringing back Habits very first Roseverse design, I'm OK with using it again..Kamal has been mostly brought back too.

I tried to just cut loose and draw with this...I half-suceeded!! Sometimes, I need to be less uptight about how I draw and just....have fun!!! I looked back through older drawings I'd been thinking "well it's nothing great" of in the past, but now when I look at them after a while, they look talented and elaborate, really unique to me, hehe. Art is truly magic.

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Jabberwock with eyes of flame, frabjous day, calloh, callay!

Plain text: Jabberwock with eyes of flame, frabjous day, calloh, callay!

[ ID: Traditional fanart colored digitally, of Putunia Mollar and Dr.Habit from the game Smile For Me.

Dr. Habit here is drawn as a three-headed dragon, his heads corresponding to his regular form, Puppet Habit or Lil Habby, and the Shadow form in the middle. His snouts are colored in orange. His yellow wings are feathered at the start, giving way to leathery parts. His hair is present, riding down his necks and as a big bushy bunch at the tail. All three heads wear hats as well.

The regular Habit head has a blue tongue, lighter orange eyes and is missing some jagged teeth. The Shadow Habit head has a dark red tongue, red eyes and black pointy teeth. The Puppet Habit head has a red tongue, multiple pairs of teeth, and deeper orange eyes.

Putunia is drawn as a knight, her helmet like her red fighter mask in the game. Her dark cloak is dotted with stars and clasped at center by a blue crescent. Her armor is blueish grey. Her sword has a gold hilt while her shield has a crescent insignia.

She faces off against the three headed dragon, with a grin and her dark cloak flowing behind her, her sword held up and giving off sparks, and her shield held against her for protection from the flames. The dragon stands atop his tower, the roof of Habits tower, while Putunia stands on the balcony extending from it. The dragon's heads snap and snarl at her, wings outstretched. Night has fallen and yellow stars are spattered across the sky. Bright fires spark and rage across the entire battle. End ID]

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Heyyy everyone! I'll try to regularly post again!!!

This was inspired by the scene in Sleeping Beauty

[ GIF description: From Disney's Sleeping Beauty, Prince Phillip stands cornered on a cliff edge, and throws his sword into the heart of the dragon, that the witch Maleficent has turned into. Dragonfire rages around the scene. End description]

Habit is soooo dragon coded in my heart.... eyes of flame, lives in a tower, big and strong MOTHERFUCKERRR

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It's very gentle, it is written exactly like two people whispering sweet nothings to each other. A little meandering to understand, but, I think that adds to the effect as well.

What is the "little note" Habit refers to, I'm curious? : o

Kamal is retracting himself…vulnerable…needy. Boris has never felt more enticed by his demeanor.

The mix of defensive hesitancy and sheer wanting here, the phrasing is really good!!! Really captivating.

“...Don’t beg.”

HA

And OMG, "a dandelion taking to seed" is actually A LYRIC( metaphorically, the musical quality of it )

Open ended Habismal ficlet for Februrary 14th <3

Light angst, depression themes. Hurt/Comfort

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"I...I've got a mostly normal relationship with you, now. Like it was before. B-But, exactly how I want it. How much I've wanted to…to…have this. With you. A-And I can kiss you, I-I can…I can kiss you. I-I…I crave it a little. And it doesn’t kill me inside to think about—about—everything I wanna do with you here. I don’t feel disgusting. That’s what scares me. Boris, I’m so scared. I’m so scared of losing you again. I have so much to lose now, more than I did before. Am I selfish for it? You’re not just an idea anymore, you actually want this too. (Hic) A-Ah…Boris…you actually feel like I do. You want to kiss me. Over…Over and over. O-Oh my god. (sniff) You actually know what I want. You and I want similar things, and it—it….god. GOD.”

“Darling….darling. How could this be selfish? Oh, dear. I love you so much. You courageous soul.”

“H-Huh…?”

“I could never really calibrate it quite like that. I-I, I understand what you are saying. I never thought life had any meaning any more before now. Before your little note.

Don’t you know I lived for you? Sure I had my moments, but…I…I love you too much to push you aside in a sobered mind. I…maybe my ugliest side had to come out. It was inevitable. Restricting the pain I’ve felt for so long…I just wish it wasn’t so catastrophic. I’m sure you certainly wished that.

I know how much I would hurt you, with words alone…I had nothing to live for, I thought. I do have those scary days. I know you do too. And I, now really…I feel like the world is in the palm of my hands. Maybe because…you are my world. You are here.”

“You…You’re right, I suppose. B-But I almost…I almost gave up. I-I’ve been awful—”

“Stop…please don’t say that. Oh, don’t….Can’t you see this is our mess? I mean, I….I’m certainly not a blank state devoid of complicity. I still feel terrible, roping you into my harebrained scheme. I, I wish I didn’t isolate myself from you. I was so scared I’d hurt you, that I…I just kept delaying the cacophony of self-hate until it unraveled so, so chaotically.”

“Bory...No, no.  It is our mess….You’re right. I mean, shit happens. Odd family lives, miscommunication. This is a society that doesn’t stop and talk about anything other than money in their pockets.

It’s just….humans aren’t allowed to find each other in the actual name of violence. There’s some force keeping us all apart. And…you definitely suffered. You always deserved better.”

“...So do you, Kamal.”

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“H-H….St-Stop…You’ll make me cry even uglier…b-baugh….”

“I…I can feel your heartbeat. It sounds happier.”

“N-No….it, it’s not that easy.”

. . .

His words say, “I’m hurt.”

...His eyes speak volumes.

“Please be my sedative.”

Boris is worried about him, undoubtedly, but that’s definitely not why his heart is palpitating.

Kamal is retracting himself…vulnerable…needy. Boris has never felt more enticed by his demeanor.

“Are, are you sure…?”

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“Can you prove it?”

“...Does this mean a kiss? H-Hm? You want me to kiss it better?”

“Ah—ahm….Hmh.”

“Is it a yes?? Can I see if I can make it flutter some more..? Can I heal it a little? Please..?”

Kamal inches in. Almost immediately, they are nose to nose. Half lidded eyes, Kamal feigns sarcasm. 

“...Don’t beg.”

“Then tell me…so I don’t have to.~”

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In a blur, their lips are locked. Slow….gentle. Stroking each other’s neckhairs.

Drifting like a feather. Natural as can be. A dandelion taking to seed.

Breathtaking and breathgiving.

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“Mmh. B-Bory….Ohh my god.”

“Kamal, Kamal. Kamaaaal…..”

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“You’re remarkable, Boris. You…you give me something to fight for, you know? You made my boring life…actually feel…beautiful. I-I mean, you aren’t the main reason–but I uh….I mean. Maybe you are. I-I have plenty to live for. But—But. Oh my god. You make so much it better.”

“You give my life of fear a meaning. You give me peace. You know I deserve better.”

“M-Mhm-hm…”

“Your eagerness has been a weakness of mine.”

“I-I…I know how nurturing, how passionate you really are. You make me melt.”

“A-Ah, oh Kamal. You’re so nurturing. You’re so sweet. Don’t you realize how sweet you are? How much you have impacted me? It hurts me to see you cry...”

“H-Having you to hold helps. I-I…I want you here with me a lot. My fantasies are becoming real. I don’t have to dream of it anymore. Ahh, aha. B-Boryyy….”

“That gives me some peace, now. You’re…you’re everything.”

“You’re even more.” 

“PFF, sure. Okay.”

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They sit in silence. Kamal caresses his face. Habit rubs gentle circles on his back...

A floating feeling of restfulness, Respite.

No more pain than the residual kind.

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[ ID: A fanart of the bad ending of Smile For Me the game where you punch Dr. Habit. The style is semi-realistic leaning to cartoony, painted with pixellated edges to it. It has a warm, sepia tone to it.

Kamal stands in the waiting room of Habit's office lined with seats. There is a light source glowing behind him. It spills lightly orange-toned light into the next room too, the next room is otherwise darker. Kamal stands in the doorway, looking unsure and staring, one hand held up to himself.

Above the doorway where Kamal stands is a large mural of Habit crying, partly lighted by the previously mentioned source. The wall is covered in murals of Habit in distress. "Punching is Bad" posters lay scattered. There is a bookcase near the doorway. Some of the ground below the balcony is seen. Habit himself is conspicuously absent from the room. End ID]

Bad ending

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[Fanart of the game Smile For Me, involving Puppet Habit. It's for the askblog AU of askpabit.

Pabit looks confusedly at the viewer, jaw hanging open and body slack. From his bottom, is an appendage, a black shadowy mass with a gloved white hand at the end propping him up. He questions the asker loudly" HUH???". He is seen in Kamal's room, darkened with only a bright window. There is a figure of Ramiel from Evangelion.

In further confusion, the gloves hand clenches as he sweats and utters" R U sirus? OK? Thamk? Eye'll squesh you!! What??" End ID]

Plaintext:" Are you serious? OK? Thank? I'll squish you!! What?? "

PABIT IS SO ADORABLE I COULD JUST!!!... JUST!!!... Squiiish em!

he doesn't know how to respond to compliments -K next previous first

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[ ID: Fanart of the game Smile For Me, involving Kamal Bora. It's for the askblog AU of askpabit. The colors used here are more muted. A glitch effect progressively grows through panels.

Kamal stands in a tilted view from a doorway spilling out light. The rest of the room is dark, only illumination is from the door. He wears a red sweater and grey sweatpants, holding a larger moving box and looking neutrally at the viewer. " Oh. I forgot to tell you about everything."

He looks away to the side," Boris and I broke up. I'm moving my things currently."

He starts to sweat as he hesitantly says," I guess that's a kind of...DIVORCE."( emphasis on last word). End ID]

So kamal, are you and habit still divorced? (I’m mostly joking but kamal and boris do have a divorced couple vibe)

we're uh, not getting back together anytime soon..

-K

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[ Warning: Flashing/Gore ] AskPabit MV AVAN

[ Warning: Flashing/Gore ] AskPabit MV AVAN

CREDITS

Video editing by: me

art from the askpabit blog: (check it out!) https://www.tumblr.com/askpabit

Music by: Govind Vasantha

Music from: Avan in Seethakathi https://youtu.be/R8Zrwi7bSjg?si=8oQyuGGhvU0H7nT0

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Music video for my DEAR!! friend !! Thanks for being there through the shit and the smiles, and in 2024 I just want to punt you into my arms actually. Hugs!!!