About me


  • Essombraa

  • Sombra, Sommy, Bra

  • Dec. 27

  • she/her

  • central time

  • astral demon


…and when the veil thins, the girl with the glittering eyes will return.
Born of stardust, scarred by silence.
She will bring chaos wrapped in charm,
and the shadows will call her: Essombraa.


fun facts


  • She’s not technically immortal—she’s just very good at avoiding death out of spite.

  • Most likely to cry over beautiful star charts and cute trinkets.

  • Her seasonal depression is “autumn withdrawal.”


■ ■ ■ music
Nirvana:
Heart-Shaped Box
George Ezra:
Barcelona
Ophelia:
Lumineers
Arrows in Action:
Empty Canvas
Seafret:
Be My Queen
Otyken:
Genesis
Elvis Crespo:*
Suavemente
Shakira:
Me Gusta
Kim Dracula:
Killdozer

favorites


■ ■ ■ games
Stardew Valley
Animal Crossing
Spooky Games
Co-op Games

■ ■ ■ movies
Thriller/Mystery:
Shutter Island
Horror/Mystery:
Thirteen Ghosts
Fantasy/Crime:
The Green Mile
Family/Musical:
Aladdin
Horror/Comedy:
Beetlejuice

■ ■ ■ likes


  • flickering candles that smell like forgotten memories

  • soft shadows that follow her a little too closely

  • dark chocolate with chili

  • Nebby’s purring (even if she pretends she’s annoyed)

  • chaotic gremlin energy from her friends (even if she rolls her eyes)

  • writing poetry and stories she never shows anyone

  • deep purple galaxies with gold starbursts

  • stormy skies right before it rains

  • old horror films with terrible effects but great atmosphere

  • screenshots of her friends saying dumb sweet things


■ ■ ■ dislikes


  • fluorescent lighting (it makes her feel like she’s dying)

  • people who only show up when they need something

  • being the only one who plans everything (again)

  • when Nebby knocks over something and pretends it wasn’t intentional

  • being forgotten

  • jump scares she knows are coming

  • autocorrect

  • giving more than she gets

  • fake apologies

friends


I don’t walk the veil alone.
The stars may have left me behind, but they made sure I had the best company—chaos-bringers, heart-holders, troublemakers.
These aren’t just friends. They’re fragments of home I never knew I needed.
Sacred. Unruly. Mine.