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 |
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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 |
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Stardew Valley |
Animal Crossing |
Spooky Games |
Co-op Games |
■ ■ ■ movies |
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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.