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Slender rambles

A/N: this is just a ramble about slenderman and the proxies. This is my opinion but also things I’ve noticed

Warnings: talk about fire, murder, mental illness, and being stalked

I’ve noticed that no people like ever talk about how kind slenderman is on a certain level. Look, sure he’s the scary monster but he’s been watching all of his proxies since they were kids. Little kids at that. He knew that they would snap and kill at some point. He knew that they all had bad childhoods and he knew he was going to help. After they killed he took them in. Sure he made them work for him but they’re doing about the only thing they can do because these kids have serious mental illness. And he stops them from running on the street without anyone stopping them. He keeps them tame to a certain extent. I’d like to think that he sees them as his kids. I know I’m making all these fictional murderers sound like sweeties but I’m not trying to. Just saying why I love slender. Also, in marble hornets when Tim was admitted into the ward when he was a young kid and ran into the woods, that’s probably when Slenderman found out about him. He’s been seeing him since because until he does something truly drastic, like at the end, he can’t take him in. That’s why hoodie was first to be taken in. He probably did something to have slenderman take him to the mansion and become a Proxy. These are all just headcanons of the little world in my head of what the story is. I’d like to think that he tries to give his proxies a makeshift family. A good one.

it’s the opposite for me. Whenever I say I’m sick my parents say “no you’re not” and we go on with our lives

no i don’t have an “astigmatism” i can just see the halos of the angels that live in car head lights that you losers are too spiritually closed off to see

I THOUGHT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT THE FUCKING DETECTIVE WITH A CAT QUIRK BAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

that police guy from mha so hot

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when the keigo ones are dropped please tag me I’m begging on my knees I need to see this

—works in progress + my fav line from them.

KEIGO

crawling into your window past 10 has become a good habit of his.

you aren’t any better; you’re eyes remain halfway open and you play the role of someone who’s had too much of him, when in reality, you know you’ll always be there to make sure he gets that world he yawns for, even it’s one constructed of legos.

for no reason now, morning just might be his favorite time of the day.

the door flicks open to reveal you standing outside. you startle a bit, evident in the way you quickly retract your hand from knocking once more you’re pretty in all your morning glory he thinks. just how long do you plan on standing there?

JASON TODD

when you have nowhere else to go, jason never hesitates to pull you too close.

The ringtone of his phone is what does it, particularly that tone that he’s been hearing a lot recently but never thought would be the reason he would be awaken from his sleep.

you let jason walk in and he follows.

he can see it all the moment he closes the door behind him. from the way you slightly look around to ensure perfection, to how nervous you seem from letting him into your space for the first time, to him, nothing goes unnoticed.

in which you two frolic in the snow together at a questionable hour.

jason parks on the side of the road to your wanted destination, a smile playing on his lips when you get out the car and make a run for it, the heat of your hand still hot against his own.

there’s a lot you can tell when things shift—especially when they have everything to do with jason.

his recent absence and distantness could maybe be explained as normal, that is, if only the two of you were just friends. maybe it could be sold to you if he didn’t tangle his fingers in your hair every time he kissed you and if he didn’t seem to linger a bit too long in the hold of your embrace.

jason comforttt!! this one don’t have a synopsis.

the thought of getting home and taking a nice bath is the only thing that gets you through the day. on your way home the trees swish, the cars honk, the children chase and most evidently the sun hangs, falling low from a place in the sky that highlights the outline of your apartment building.

KENTO NANAMI

he really should go home, be out of your hair by this hour but the warmth of the moment outweighs the ticking clock and being by your side a bit longer won’t hurt. it never has.

nanami who tumbles with you a little bit on your way in, catching you in the hold of his arms right as you’re about to fall and pulls you closer than you ever are into his space. you take a little longer to pull back all while he asks if you’re okay. you hum in response, straightening yourself and hope that, in the dimly light space of you’re entryway, he doesn’t see the slight red to your cheeks.

the fact of the matter being he’s your and your his.

when the first snow of the year falls, nanami isn't looking up into the quiet sprinkling sky. instead, shielded under the door awning of the coffee shop, the blondes eyes are trained on the person he sees across the street, their arms happily looped around two others in the display of twinkling snowflakes. ever since you left his hold, nothing has allowed him to forget you.

rains got you wet but nanami can help dry you— or not. it’s his choice.

“—actually, I don’t want to hear anything from someone who can’t even dry themselves properly.” his tone is serious but it’s betrayed by the way he uses his hands. the soft manner that he scrunches pieces of your hair in whispers ‘you’re precious to me’.

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my pochita’s tail broke 😢

ghost fans are the juggalos of the metal scene

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