#blabaddon

[abbyfreeling]

My friend has Tumblr so I figured I’d make an account too.

Hello, I am Abaddon.

I am a fictive in an undiagnosed traumagenic system. (Symptoms and headcounts are being tracked with a professional.) My source is the Netflix series, Haunted Hotel.

I’m very newly formed, and have been thrown in as the host as of late for some reason. I like Haunted Hotel, of course, and pretty strongly identify with it. That being said, I am a real person, so do not harass me for not “acting canon.”

I enjoy drawing, listening to music, and playing the Sims. My favorite artist is Yaelokre, though I’m not too familiar with all the lore and such.

I tend to be pretty blunt, but my intentions are usually not to harm anybody. I struggle greatly with tone, but I am learning to use tone tags and talk like a normal person.

I don’t know very well how to use Tumblr nor technology in general, so bear with me.

#blabaddon is where I talk about dumb shit.

DNI if you ship me with Esther. Thank you.

Also, join me.

The Acolytes Of Abaddon • Community on Tumblr

For fans of the Netflix series, Haunted Hotel. (Or particularly Abaddon.)

[abaddonstatic]

I have such a love-hate relationship with my source, and the fandom. Not because there’s anything wrong with it. There is so many talented people who make such beautiful stuff.

But there are so many things that just… Bother me deeply. And it’s not to the fault of the creators. Abaddon fictives do not need to be taken into consideration when people post stuff for a fandom they like.

Semi-Vent under the cut.

With that being said, I feel guilt. And sadness. For Nathan, for Isaac. And I hate it. It makes me sick. I’m a demon. I should not feel this way.

Sometimes I wonder if I was sent to that specific place in hell on purpose—because they wanted to get rid of me. They tore down my castle after a mere 300 years. Maybe they knew that would happen.

Maybe I’m just not a good demon.

I don’t know. But I can’t help but cry when I see all these pictures and videos regarding Nathan and Isaac.

He hates me. Isaac hates me. He’s forgiven me, as per the rules of his religion, but I know by the look in his eyes. He despises me. And I don’t think I even blame him.

But I should. I’m just doing my job.

-Abaddon

[abaddonstatic]

Hello, fellow Abaddon. It is quite nice to know there are additional versions of myself out there, although I may be considered an additional version of yourself. Nevertheless, how are you?

- @demon-abaddon

Hello, Abaddon.

I’ve recently come to the opinion—now that I have met other fictives sourced from the same individual as me—that I don’t particularly feel fond of calling them other “me’s” or them calling me other “thems.” I think we are more than that, despite my close identification to my source. (Edit—Afterthought): From the few individuals who share the same likeness as me, there have been many notable differences. One of which goes by “Abba” and seems to be a genuine little. More-so than source-wise. Then, another—Brutus. A very energetic and bubbly child. Then another—Just Abaddon. A lot less talkative than I. And then me. I go by Abaddon in either form, but typically refer to my child-self as Abby. A close friend of mine calls me “Abs.” I do not allow anybody else to call me that. I age slide between an adult form, and the usual vessel you’d see on the series. I also still have some communication with the vessel, who has chosen ‘Isaac’ as his name. It’s actually quite fascinating, all the differences between what *should* essentially be the same character. I find it interesting the way our brains had interpreted the source.

I am well, how are you?

[abaddonstatic]

Abaddon’s Introduction

Greetings, potential slaves. Let’s get into it.

I’m redoing my introduction post, now that I am more familiar with Tumblr.

This is primarily just a ramble blog, but asks are encouraged. I like talking to people who like me.

I enjoy drawing, listening to music, and playing the Sims. My favorite artist is Yaelokre, though I’m not too familiar with all the lore and such.

I am a fictive in @fangmod ‘s “Static System.”

My tag for random stuff is #blabaddon.

Please, send me asks!

ABOUT OUR SYSTEM

The odds of you interacting with any of our headmates is low to none. If you ask, I may tell you about our system. You are welcome to ask.

We do not currently have a diagnosis, but are under evaluation for DID. I formed in October, and I am the current host for this collective. I do not know everything about the modern world, so I may offend some. I do not intend to do so. The Cobra King is above such pettiness.

We are traumagenic. Don’t ask about the trauma.

RULES

- Don’t be weird. Do not ask for personal info, and don’t ask other creepy or NSFW questions.

I know what sex is, and I am not interested in delving into it with people I do not even know.

- Understand the body is currently a minor. (17)

Again, this ties into the previous. If you’re young enough to flirt with me, you’re too young. If you’re old enough to flirt with me next year, you’re too old. Additionally, I do not want to online date.

- Do not sexualize me.

Yes, I age slide to an adult. But more often than not, I am physically and mentally just a child with a large vocabulary. Thank you.

- If you make me uncomfortable, I will block you.

DNIs

- EstherDon/Esther x Abaddon shippers

I cannot control what you say, do, or think. But know that I don’t like you. Please leave me alone. She’s family.

- Endogenic systems

This is not up for debate. Fuck you.

- Pro/Com/Darkshippers

No comment.

OTHER DISCLAIMERS

- I age slide. Posts by my younger self will be signed off with just Abaddon/Abby, whereas as an adult, it will be a!Abaddon / a!Abby.

- Abaddon fictives are free to interact. But I am not a double of you.

- I identify strongly with my source. I would prefer to be treated like my source.

Signing Off

-A!Abaddon

[abaddonstatic]

Hello mortals. I’m bored. Ask me anything.

[abaddonstatic]

Apparently I’m very creepy when I’m in pain.

Drove our father around while singing “Driving with darling” under my breath, being completely silent otherwise the entire car ride. He was very uneasy. I had a stomachache.

Laughed hysterically whilst sobbing and struggling to breathe on my living room floor. I don’t know why I was struggling to breathe. So don’t ask.