#rothaunt

❛ that is one way of seeing it , dare i say quite optimistic ❜ there was allot of variables to that statement , what qualifies as a victim , survivors of what ? the idea of all victims having graves was . . . unrealistic really. he would know.

oh, did she. it was truly an understatement as she walked alongside him, her hands white knuckle gripping the shotgun she had so recently used on her own father. she'd found a few more bullets, not that she wanted to use them, but felt a bit of solace knowing that she wouldn't be completely helpless should the two of them be separated. her fluttering heart had finally settled into a steady rhythm -- less because of her acclimation and more because of the fact that she had run out of adrenaline for the time being. elena's eyes moved back to the man, curiosity so plainly written on her face that she could no longer push it down.

"you seem surprised by many of these things -- but you move as though you've done this before." at least, that's what she'd been noticing. after her screaming had finally stopped, after her tunnel vision receded so that she could take a look at the bigger picture in front of them... there was just something about his movements.

Oh gosh... Okay, so I’m old and it goes waaaaayyy back, but my first official fandom I got into really hard was Beast Wars Transformers. (Also known as Beasties in Canada because ‘war’ is a scary word in canada :P lol ). It was the first time I made an official OC that wasn’t just in my head and put it down on paper, drawn and written. I didn’t speak much english at the time so I was learning as I went, and my best friend would edit and correct my english errors when I made them before posting the fanfics online lol

My favorite OC... oh that’s a tough one. I think Rebecca is probably my favorite so far. She went through a lot of changes in the past 13-14 years I’ve been on tumblr. (She started off as chica’s personification in fnaf then I made up so much story and changed her so much that she turned into her own oc with her own lore ). She has more lore/story than most of my other ocs, although Kumari and Billy over on @channel3 are close contenders as well. :)

pads of pale, trembling fingers caress peachy cheeks with a tenderness donna reserved only for the chipped porcelain of her dearest companions. every meticulous brush stroke, every tediously sewn thread, every perfectly placed strand of hair a futile attempt to mimic a face, a presence, that existed only in distant memories. a presence that haunted donna's every waking moment. a presence that plagued a home once flooded with the warmth of love and laughter, now cold and hollow with the crushing, inescapable weight of a grief that swallowed the beneviento's whole.

❝ you don't know grief. ❞ veil sways with the sluggish shake of her head, though the words come chittering from a sombre angie -- perched dutifully upon donna's lap, lacking the typical energy that, any other time, would have her bounding laps around the intruder of their self imposed isolation. neither feel the icy breeze that whirls around them in a torrent of dead leaves and falling flakes of snow. sorrow had long since rendered donna immune to the cold of romania's winters. or perhaps it was the parasite nestled within an empty socket, pulsing alongside the lethargic beat of her rotten heart, that made her senses obsolete.

❝ not the way we do. ❞ angie leans back into donna's chest, voice muffled and features worn with time buried into mourning garb that hides grief from prying eyes of the stranger that stood before her grave. the one that ended a life donna mourned longer than she'd lived. finger moves from chipped cheeks to tousled hair -- fashioned in a poor mimicry of claudia's own, though lacking both the bounce and shine that always seemed to make her sister glow in a way that she often found herself comparing to an angel. a guardian angel. fallen from grace, unknowingly taking with it everything donna had ever loved on its descent.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐈𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒.  But  this  man  holds  some  regrets,  doesn't  he?  He,  too,  requires  punishment,  doesn't  he?  It's  difficult  to  tell,  for  the  executioner  was  not  made  for  him.  It  was  not  created  to  open  his  eyes.  It's  curiosity,  however,  gets  the  better  of  it,  and  slowly  it  starts  to  move  again;  slowly  stepping  towards  Ethan  with  no  sound  other  than  the  blade  dragging  behind  it  and  the  deep  breathing  from  its  rusted  prison and its loud footsteps on the ground.

                       𝐖𝐇𝐎  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔?

85. Describe your character in three words.

impersonal , amoeba , cleaner ?

098. Does your character like animals?

YOU ARE HERMES.

Your mind moves faster than the world around you. Ideas spark, collide, transform. You speak as quickly as you think — a cascade of meaning that only those truly attentive can follow. To know you is to listen beyond words, to feel the rhythm beneath them.

You adapt without dissolving. In every group you mirror just enough to belong, yet something unmistakably yours always remains. You are wind through different landscapes — never owned, never contained.

You live by instinct. Action first, explanation never. Curiosity pulls you forward, thrill keeps you moving, and stillness feels unnatural to your spirit. You are not restless… you are alive in velocity.

Connection for you is light, fluid, real in the moment. You care, but you do not cling. You can walk beside someone with warmth and vanish the next day without bitterness — not from cruelty, but from momentum. Attachment that cages you dissolves like mist.

Your humor is sacred mischief. Pranks, surprises, playful thefts — not to harm, but to awaken. You love the chase, the reaction, the spark of life in others when the predictable shatters.

When angered, your change is unmistakable. The voice that never stopped… falls silent. Movement becomes deliberate. You do not erupt — you withdraw or respond with precision, a lesson delivered swiftly and without lingering resentment.

You carry stories like messages between worlds. Secrets pass through you like wind through leaves — not out of malice, but because nothing stays still long in your orbit.

shadow: Emotional distance, unintentional hurt through speed and change, difficulty remaining where depth requires patience.

power: Adaptability, instinctive intelligence, freedom of movement, and the ability to awaken motion wherever life has stagnated.

TAGGED BY : @rothaunt ( thank u fren ! )

computer - are they tech savvy?

if you ask him personally he'll deny it out of obligation as it's considered polite to reject it somewhat in social settings but to him it's just another language just with less words and clear instructions. when it comes to coding , errors or resets it's the main those are his main skills but given enough time he could possibly fix the physical repairs as well.

crackers - do they prefer sweet or salty snacks?

as someone who strays from consuming normal foods by any means he doesn't really have a preference though if he had to choose it would probably be sweet. mainly for the sake of keeping hydration up , sodium would do the opposite.