A man of hate and disgust

This page is a half-roleplay half-ask blog for the main character of Hatred (2015) - the Antagonist. You may also call the character Notim or Nottem, or whatever. Just not an actual name.

Mainly he/it for the character, any pronouns (and names) for the mod. Although the nickname "Notimod" kinda stuck, I like it a lot.

TZ: GMT+3. It's often late night or early morning for me when my mutuals are most active.

Last update: May 19th, 2026

Headcanons:

ASPD, c-PTSD, DMDD, long history of alcoholism and substance abuse; RCM colorblindness (not portrayed as scientifically accurate for the comedic effect); aroace; multilingual (best with English and Polish); mild fear/wariness of dogs; has a past in the military; has been technically undead for quite a while. Might add more later.

Check out the #not really lore tag, by the way.

General info:

- The blog's rating is 18+, I allow 16+ interactions but you have no business making sex jokes or DM'ing me.

That extends to underage characters, none are allowed. Because kids freak me (the mod) out. That being said, the topic of sex isn't banned overall, but mind that the character is sex repulsed and that straight up sexting isn't allowed.

- No DNI, I block liberally. On bad days I block people for miniscule reasons. No, I don't unblock.

Nottem is a fictional terrorist. I think it goes without saying that I don't bother myself with the "bad fiction" debate. Keep your particularly niche fetishes off of this blog, asks, replies... I keep mine off of here also. Time and place for everything, this isn't the place. I'm a roleplayer, not a gossip blog. You don't get to bring your personal grievances here. I literally am nobody's buddy, lawyer, etc here.

- Didn't reply to your ask? Didn't get it (Tumblr ate a good amount of asks here already, some in front of my eyes), forgot, have answered before, or didn't like it. If you think it's worth the attention, resend it once. More will warrant a block for spamming.

- I treat crack seriously on occasion.

- I don't have ship preferences. No I don't kill people for shipping "wrong" pairs, relax. Keep the headcanons at the top in mind though.

I do prefer to not be persistently bothered about any of this - relationships are not the primary focus in any of my writing projects. The Dudes are exempt, they are quite funny about it.

- Interactions from other fandoms are encouraged, even if I don't know them. (Side note: I might or might not pester Postal Dudes or other Hatred characters, if I find any, occasionally. Let me know if I should fuck right off.)

I tend to block double character blogs if they interact with my group. Not necessarily doubles of Nottem, just about anyone. With few exceptions.

Warnings that apply for Hatred (2015) apply for this blog as well. The mod does not condone real-world violence and other unlawful acts in any capacity (noted purely for legal reasons). If he's being extra mean to you, it's him being extra mean to you, unless said otherwise. Mod says peace and love on planet Earth and that OOC will be marked in tags.

Enjoy your stay!

because he was outstanding in his field

(ash ketchum thumbs up)

I don't crack jokes. But I'll explain it to you like you're a [REDACTED], the punchline comes from the -er ending that sounds like "her". Depending on the word, pronouns may vary.

With his eyes darker and duller than they've ever been, he is scanning the surroundings, almost disappointed that there's not a soul in sight. His fingers are trembling. Not with weakness, not with disease. Well, unless one wants to call this rage, this ever consuming hatred that.

Couldn't run from his nature for long, it seems. He has always been, will always be a beast of a man, ruthless, hot-headed yet cold-hearted. And this ache that's been building up for those months that he had wasted trying to get better, trying to integrate, it won't go away for good. It will return again and again if he doesn't keep killing.

At least that thing haunting him hasn't come back once ever since he snapped.

He passes yet another house, but then pauses. It looks absolutely the same way it did back when he returned here to give something back to the rightful owner, and he still doesn't have any idea if this ghost of the not-so-distant past is even around any longer. Abandoned.

Walking closer to check behind the tall fence, or investigate the house - it will all be a waste of time anyway. Not that he's even curious, really... Well, maybe a bit, he's quite conflicted on that.

He grumbles, looking ahead once more, and at last, sees a shadow of a stranger in the distance, sticking out in the pale yellow cascade of a streetlight.