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indie trauma from the evil within highly NSFW tracking traumatiiclawthis is a side blog and cannot follow you back

[traumaticlaw]

i felt badly about not being able to follow anyone back also why others might not have been interested in rping? so, i’ve moved OVER HERE to mend the situation essentially the same, still setting up, but soon i’ll have this one gone in favour of the other thank you all very much!

[traumaticlaw]

+ 1

It almost felt something akin to happiness whenever it spotted Him. It pulled the contraption once more, just to make sure that it hadn’t witnessed it wrong, but He had definitely materialized close. It halted in formation, letting shoulders slacken and mangled arms drip forward.           A c k n o w l e d g e.                                             O b e y. Did He require something specific, what little the blind creation could offer? It breathed softly, making sure all attention was put forth for the man, the m a s t e r of all things. He created all, even created Trauma. It was thankful, distorted face dropping ever so slightly in curt bow.                                                                 Y e s?

[firaja]

loading screens from The Evil Within

[traumaticlaw]

+ 6

The air felt thinner, an odd silence hanging around the area. Its shoulders pulled up, working the plank as its claw rang out, as if to compel the silence to yield whatever results were sure to be nearby. Despite how calming it may have been, as compared to the usual hustle and bustle, Trauma felt more compelled than usual to double its efforts. Was He more worried about intruders than He’d been before? Did He expect faster results, a quicker solution to the problem? With a low grunt that almost resembled a pained moan, it yanked again upon its bindings, putting more effort into the search.

[traumaticlaw]

It tosses and catches the piece of wood in the air as it walks; the metal claw on the end scrapes the ceiling. The monster it'd gotten it from didn't need it anyway.

P a i n.             C o n f u s i o n.W o r r y.Was t h i s what pain felt like? An incomparable feeling of being incomplete, u s e l e s s. Trauma remained immobile; it couldn’t s e e without the claw, couldn’t search to find the pesky interlopers within the strange world it inhabited.                                                                                                             D e f e n s e l e s s. Ragged breaths, its humanoid form trembled as its feet remained planted heavily to the spot. Its body leaned sharply to the left; so used to the weight of the device, it couldn’t even begin to set itself right. Everything felt w r o n g. He would definitely not allow such f a i l u r e, throw it aside as easily as it did to past memories.That s o u n d.It vibrated against the wall, sending shockwaves that caused its head to veer sharply to the side, listening. It recognized the sound, painting an ever brief picture of the surroundings. N E E D. It nearly roared in response, a melody filled with it’s delusion and desire, the act forceful enough to have feet stumbling blindly forward.

[gebo4482]

The Evil Within

Traumaさんの背中はこうなっていたのか

[laura-victorianos]

[traumaticlaw]

+4

W h o? Who had knocked that box over? It heard the cardboard topple, the squish as it plopped into a puddle. Was it blood or was it water? It could never tell the difference, lacking any sense of smell. Instead, the creature emitted a low growl as it pulled it’s constant companion over in the direction of the noise. Did it hear a hitching of breath, a near silent swear at the detection? It pushed its chest forward, propelling itself roughly towards its newly discovered purpose.

[momnis-absinthia-deactivated201]

In a mad world, only the mad are sane.

[traumaticlaw]

+ 1

S e n s e. The feeling was far too familiar for the mutant; it could hear the footsteps, faint breathing close by. It tugged against the chains, lugging the claw forward, towards wherever the other seemed to be. It gouged, grinding against the floor, giving better indication to the other that was so similar to Him. It could almost picture the power within the other, if it could so much as figure out just what anything looked like. A simple form, enough to let the creature freeze in place, halting it’s flow of search. It lowered its head, arms slackening; R e s p e c t.

[traumaticlaw]

+1

S t r a n g e. It felt like an intruder, all lights igniting against whatever mind the creature had. Those sounds; erratic breaths, twitching muscles, f e a r. The intruder was a f r a i d. It had shambled on unusually fast feet, sparks tracing it’s path in approaching certainty. However, when the face turned towards the location, it remembered. It remembered that this intruder was what He was looking for. Why did He want an intruder? It became confused, shoulders raising against the beams, arms lifting, as if to present the question to no one in particular. Soft, strangled moans were given in response, towards wherever the intruder was. It’s only purpose was to keep things o u t, to p r o t e ct. What was it supposed to do?

[residente-vil]

[combinxtion-archive]

It rattles, shakes as it forms itself, mapping out the change in location. It mimes looking around as it listens carefully. It has not been here in quite some time, preferring its usual haunts. The area is usually secure, but every now and then it gets the urge to depart from its usual pastures. 

It hears labored breathing under strain, the creak of wood. Not one of the usual mindless haunted. Another protector, and the reason it rarely needs to come here. It cocks its head, before heading towards its fellow monstrosity.

[traumaticlaw]

It had to pause, listen carefully to the noise. It was deliberate, sure; there was no faulter of steps, unsure padding of someone or something that didn’t belong there. It turned slowly, hauling itself forward in uneven gait; it needed to be sure of whatever had been detected. The ever so sturdy claw rippled against the floor, skin taught against it’s bindings. N e e d. The footfalls were heavy, ever mirroring its own; the initial metallic clanging that had resonated against the walls had stopped. It knew that sound, now knew just what approached. It knew not of the other’s face, only of Ruvik’s stance on the creation. Low, gurgling moans of recognition emanated from mangled features, grating claw coming to a halt. It froze in place, almost as in wait for the other; it knew the other’s presence in His mind, His world. Where it would normally be greeted with erratic steps and distressed breathing, it instead found calming silence, a monstrous being. S a f e. Shoulder slacken, head bowing slightly, it moaned softly once more.

[thequeenzenobia-moved]

Gif Meme requested by autisticequiuszahhak

The Evil Within + Favorite Villian ↳Reborn Laura Reborn Laura resembles the Jorōgumo from Japanese folklore, a spider youkai that takes the form of a seductive woman.

[combinxtion-archive]

[SO the Keeper can be a bit of a bitch to play, so I’m going to write some tricks that I try to use and sometimes even remember.

It’s biggest issues are lack of face and lack of sight. It means I have to rely on other things to convey emotions. I might write that it shifts its weight and hunches its shoulders a little—signs its uncomfortable. Or it might keep its shoulders pulled back, ‘head’ high—its confident. I tend to act out every single emotion I want to convey and look like a crazy person as I take notes.

Lack of sight means I have to rely on other senses. Sound, obviously, plays a big part. I did a little research on owls and their hearing and make up stuff when its convenient if I think I can get away with it. Plus it can taste, smell, and touch. So I try and fail to explain what’s going on using all the other senses. I can’t say that it looked at the person in its trap, even though it can ‘see’ with a form of echolocation. Instead I’ll write: It heard his pained wheezes, could smell the fear rolling off him. Sweat and piss, tempered with the metallic tang of blood. I don’t use taste very often, but that is also an option. Touch, of course, is always useful. It wears boots but it can feel the uneven floor, boot scuffing as it catches against the broken ground.

All of these serve to provide a picture.

The Keeper doesn’t have a backstory, but that’s ok because I made one up. I thought really hard about how I wanted to portray it. I thought about what it represented. Ruvik’s hate and the memory of the safe. So I decided that at its very core, that is what it was, and decided that unlike most of the haunted, it was never human. It was an it, not a he, though it was man-shaped. I made the decision that it could not speak, because what good is a safe if it can give away its secrets so easily? And I decided it had a sense of curiosity because I decided it was greedy, wanted to accumulate more secrets. It can be a little childish at times—there are pictures of it that you can find in game. I decided this meant that Ruben thought it up when he was little and it was an imaginary friend of sorts and built on it from there. of course this is ruvik so his idea of imaginary friend is nonjudgemental killing budy and sounding board

Basically I just took every scrap of information and twisted it until I had enough to work with. :/ ]

[traumaticlaw]

// this is actually super helpful, thanks so much for tagging me with it i have ideas about how trauma should work, so tomorrow i’ll use this to help me figure it out some more again thank you so much like i’m super nervous that i’m going to screw it up still, so this is really helpful

[traumaticlaw]

+ 1

It listened closely to the surroundings. It knew what to look for, what sounds were what. However, that shuffling, those faint footfalls, caused the creature to drag itself nearby. M a k e s u r e. The sounds were far too familiar to ward off, leaving the distorted face to turn, a low groaning sound given in regards. H i m. He was not a threat, not a thing Trauma needed to dispose of. It’s pace halted momentarily, as if in waiting. Was it n e e d e d? Did it have to s e a r c h for someone?

[elegati]

It was some weird—-gross nightmare.

And God, was she terrified. The blood. The knives. The loud, scraping noises. Her screaming. How long has she been running? Not sure. She paused, looking around at the dark, musty surroundings. Something was there. Lurking. It made her chest feel heavy. Anthea knelt down for a moment, hiding behind a small thread of light. That light was her hope. The only thing to remind herself that this was some strange dream. She’d wake up soon…right?

[traumaticlaw]

S c r e a m s. It was very sure, certain now that there was someone else in the area. U n f a m i l i a r. They weren’t supposed to be there, they weren’t a l l o w e d to be there. Anyone but him wasn’t permitted to be there, sightless face swiveling in the direction of the noise. Shoulders now taught against the familiar sensations, right arm pulling roughly against the claw. It grated, gnawed at the floor, sending ripples of its’ own sound against anything nearby. It could see through the sound, dragging the metal that much harder to find the intruder. L o s t. Where had the screams come from? It had rushed after the sound, halting roughly where it had been. It’s head turned, seemingly looking towards the girl’s hiding place, pulling once more on it’s chain. The sound, the body, was g o n e?