.: Slenderween :.

In my latest Dream post, I mentioned how I was a fan of Slenderman and how it would've been cool to have his as a dad, or a foster dad, or a demon guardian or something of the sort. My friend, Ash, has always been a fan for all things morbidly awesome so she joined the bandwagon. Last Halloween, I drew this as a tribute to Slender-daddy with us as his demonic hybrid Slenderspawns.

I wanna draw more fanart of him now.

. 08.08.12 Slender child .

  I was a young girl with long black hair and a petite red dress, and a cute red hair-band. I lived in a great, big, wooden cottage in the middle of a grey forest. Very rarely did I see people in the forest, let alone children. But when I did see children, I was very happy. I’d go out and play with them. The children never stayed for long though. They were either frightened of me or stayed away, or they just disappeared eventually. But there were two boys that did not mind the fact I lived in a forbidden forest and that I had slightly morbid tendencies. I liked them a lot. They were my first friends.

  The older boy had chestnut hair and eyes, and wore a plain white shirt with denim overalls, with one strap hanging loose from his shoulder. His younger brother had darker hair, almost black like mine, and wore a red shirt and knee-length, brown pants. They lived in a village near to my forest and stumbled upon me by chance one day. Though they were told time and time again not to go near the forest by their parents, they would visit me every day just to play with me. I was their little secret as they were mine.

  But one day they visited me while I was still inside my home. I was in my bedroom upstairs and they saw me through the window. Though I was afraid we would get caught, I opened my window and hurried them to come inside before ‘daddy’ would see. So they were let into my home and we played for a while. But once I heard ‘daddy’ come back home, I had to rush them out the window and had them carefully climb down. ‘Daddy’ doesn’t like it when strangers are in the house. He doesn’t like strangers at all.

  The moment the boys disappeared from plain sight, running back to their village, there was a knock on my door. ‘Daddy’ entered, looming and tall, so much so he reached the ceiling and he had to hunch. His tentacles were twisting and twirling behind him, restless, as if he was disturbed. He took a look outside my window then turned to me and I smiled as innocently as I could. Once his tendrils calmed down, his faceless mask softened as well and a large tentacle patted me on the head. I loved ‘daddy’ but it can get rather lonely sometimes when everyone’s afraid of Slenderman.

Yes I was Slenderman’s child and I really enjoyed the Dream. The way Slendy was so affectionate with me, and protective of me. It made me wonder if I was really his biological, monstrous child or just some child he kidnapped and liked having around. Or perhaps I was demonically possessed and he adopted me for that interest in me. Or perhaps I was a normal child who was already dead, but resurrected due to Slendy’s supernatural powers; cus he was awfully lonely himself and needed someone to play with. Asides from all this, what is up with the iconic girl with black hair and red dress? Is it really symbolism for something pure evil?

.: just for us :.

Aster and Fou; Dream 29.03.09

Just thought I'd post up this recent illustration I did of two characters from a Dream long, long ago. One of the earliest Dreams I blogged about even. When I first wrote down the details of what went on in my bobble-of-a-head, the story was not smooth, characters were intangible, things shifted and disappeared and just like any Dream, most of it didn't make any sense. So I rewrote it as a real, concrete story, at the same time experimented with a writing style and plot that still left it vague and surreal. I call it 'Just for Us'.

Enjoy~ And as always, feedback is always appreciated~

. 08.05.12 peeves .

  I remember only bits and pieces of how the Dream began. I was traveling somewhere. At first I was with my mom, but then I was surrounded by my group of friends. It looked like we went to some kind of program. The one in charge was a tall middle-aged man. He looked a little Caucasian. I remember he had a distinct broad, square jaw and thinning hair. He wore a dark grey collared shirt and black slacks, and looked like some middle-school teacher. We were minding our own business when suddenly he comes up to us and rudely tells us off, making irrational demands of what we should be doing at the moment. Things we couldn't possibly do at the program or at that period of time, and the way he was barking orders at us really got on my nerves.

  I couldn't stand it. I stood up to face him. I was at his shoulder length, which was weird considering he's supposedly Caucasian, and I looked him in the eyes. I told him off, explaining our situation and exclaiming how he could be so rude. He doesn't listen and shouts even louder, belittling me just because I was a student. He had a roll of newspaper in his hand and was threatening to hit me with it. That was the last straw. As he was waving the newspaper in my face, I grabbed the thick roll of paper – crushing it – and I grabbed the collar of his shirt. I pulled hard till he was inches away from my face. I said, “I dare you to try. I dare you.” He's taken aback but tries to remain his ground. He warns me and threatens me more, while slowly backing away. I just move forward, giving him my best scowl. I was not amused at his behavior.

  He directs his frustration to the other students, my friends, and I get in between them, defending them from his authority. Furious, he continues his insults but I just stepped forward, intimidating him with each step. I taunted him, psyching him the closer I got to him. With my arms out wide, it was like I was saying 'come at me bro, show me what you got!' After the third time, he was finally dissuaded and left us alone. However soon after, I noticed he was having a problem of his own. Some technical difficulties or something with the program, and because of his earlier behavior, no one wanted to help him out. I knew how to help his situation, but I didn't entertain him. I also didn't mock him, even though I thought that problem of his was really simple to solve.

  The next person I had the 'pleasure' of meeting was a student from our group. She was the supervisor for our group for the program, but she was an incompetent leader. She was completely arrogant, bossy, mean, and just downright immature with how she handed people she didn't like. She acted as if she knew what she was doing, but in reality she wasn't doing anything right. She hated admitting mistakes and didn't like people pointing them out as obvious as they were. I don't remember arguing with her, just her horrid personality. Ironically when she encountered some technical problem, just like the teacher earlier, she needed help.

  No one in her clique, like herself, was competent enough to do the job. When she realised I was the only one who could help her, she suddenly became sweet and charming, holding me by the shoulders and calling me her friend. If it's another thing I hate, its two-faced people. But I felt mature enough to help without feeling any ill-will towards her. I just did the work (some technical thingiemajig on the computer) in quiet dignity. Even as she praised me or made jokes, I just didn't entertain her as I normally would people. In the computer room we were in, I noticed there was a child playing on the floor not far from us. I wondered what the child was doing but I didn't approach her till after I was done with the computer.

  I went to the child to see what she was doing on the floor. She was surrounded by a mess of cards, those kinds that kids would collect in packs like Digimon, Pokemon etc. But all of a sudden, the brat screams hyperactive nonsense and throws cards and other toys at me. In real life, I really can't stand bratty children. Those kind of children that have temper tantrums when they don't get what they want, or when they just be downright obnoxious cus they think it's funny. In the Dream, I just felt like I wanted to slap that little kid. She hid under a table and tried throwing the cards at me one by one, like those ninja Shuriken. But her throws were flimsy, and I almost laughed.

  Then I picked up a card and flicked it properly and it hit the table hard, which gave her a shock. I flicked another one and it hit her, I think. That's when she came out from under the table with a yelp. Those cards looked flimsy from the outside, but once you flick it properly, it hits you like a rock. And from some angles, they're really sharp. But instead of running away from me, she came to me asking how I was able to do that with the cards. And instead of slapping the kid silly, I spoke calmly and taught her how to flick the cards properly. It was funny how I could change from utterly frustrated to a relaxed, mature adult; especially when it came to the kid.

Each person I encountered could represent segments of each generation and flaws at which I'm peeved at. The teacher is an older adult, who is supposed to be wiser and more knowledgeable than a person within my stage. However, I get really pissed when older people are still so narrow minded and foolish. What's worse are those that tend to deny whenever they are at fault, especially leading or authority figures.

The girl might represent how angry I am at the declining quality of youth nowadays; how shallow, selfish, and plain stupid we've all become. People my age should be mature adults by now, but some of us are surprisingly as immature as the little girl I met last. The little girl represents the generation under me; how naïve and stubborn they are regarding the life around them. Many have lost the good old-fashioned family values, becoming spoiled little brats who don't know the meaning of hard work.

But then, I still have hope for them. It is the responsibility of my generation to take care of them and teach them about life, and not to repeat the same mistakes. I still have hope for the next generation, and I will do my best to do my share.