Thought I should repost this dapper fellow with an explanation.
Alright, so. I tend to like to stick to canon at heart while still being somewhat inventive, what little canon there may be (Rake, cough cough). I recently discovered the term “Surgist,” which seems trivial and silly, but I guess it describes most of how I feel about the Slender Man Mythos these days. I’ve long been a lurker, and it was only last year that I started becoming more acquainted with other fandom members. However, it’s become very muddled these days, and I tend to gravitate towards the original works, those being the original SomethingAwful thread entries by Surge and the other contributors, Marble Hornets, those things.
With the exception of the ambiguity that is Marble Hornets, I cannot bear the idea of “proxies” and him stalking nothing but bored college-age young adults with an obsession with toting video cameras around. Marble Hornets is the exception to me because it was the first of the ‘Mythos Chaotic Fictions- sort of the Romeo and Juliet to the others’ West Side Stories, so to speak. Now, we have a slew of other masked men, knife-wielding fanatics, zealots with a penchant for video-editing, and even other creepypastas and such entities getting in on the action.
Frankly, I’d rather keep it a bit more simple for myself. What you see is a depiction of my idea of what some might see when looking at him. To me, he has a face when looked at by just anyone, and only appears as our familiar faceless friend when caught on film. Each person might see him slightly differently, even appearing as someone they know, such as an uncle, a teacher, a father. He also hasn’t much of a desire to spend his time stalking college kids with their video cameras, but rather his original “prey,” children.
However, in my interpretation, this strange man-in-black, with all his mystique, does not exactly have it out for the poor kids. Rather, he would steal them away to some strange, misty forest and then who knows where else to, what he would feel is sparing their innocence from the corruption they would face in adulthood. Of course, that’s not to say he is entirely benevolent. Often when one deals in the stealing of children, one runs into pesky law enforcement, social workers, daycare workers, babysitters, PARENTS, you know. All corrupted, all taken care of without much thought to the contrary. It’s what must be done.
I could go on, though I haven’t worked out all my headcanon, yet, what with origins in some dark forest in modern-day Germany or government involvement, etc. ;DThought he was worth a reblog.
Sounds like it’s time to reblog this shit again.
For kicks, you know.
What do I do~
Okay, so we went, we filmed, we (or at least I) pet a cute little goat…
… but!
Some things went wrong, not horribly wrong, but I’m kind of thinking now that this should have been just a test run.
So!
We’re doing it again with a better game plan in mind, because I was basically just like “Hey, I’m off, want to film that treehouse thing?” right as I got off of work.
So yeah.
Sorry for those of you who were hoping for a successful run.
Just know that we sweated our asses off because it is like a million degrees out right now and I’m the moron who wears black and pants in it.
bluh bluh bluh it needs to rain again.
Thought I should repost this dapper fellow with an explanation.
Alright, so. I tend to like to stick to canon at heart while still being somewhat inventive, what little canon there may be (Rake, cough cough). I recently discovered the term “Surgist,” which seems trivial and silly, but I guess it describes most of how I feel about the Slender Man Mythos these days. I’ve long been a lurker, and it was only last year that I started becoming more acquainted with other fandom members. However, it’s become very muddled these days, and I tend to gravitate towards the original works, those being the original SomethingAwful thread entries by Surge and the other contributors, Marble Hornets, those things.
With the exception of the ambiguity that is Marble Hornets, I cannot bear the idea of “proxies” and him stalking nothing but bored college-age young adults with an obsession with toting video cameras around. Marble Hornets is the exception to me because it was the first of the ‘Mythos Chaotic Fictions- sort of the Romeo and Juliet to the others’ West Side Stories, so to speak. Now, we have a slew of other masked men, knife-wielding fanatics, zealots with a penchant for video-editing, and even other creepypastas and such entities getting in on the action.
Frankly, I’d rather keep it a bit more simple for myself. What you see is a depiction of my idea of what some might see when looking at him. To me, he has a face when looked at by just anyone, and only appears as our familiar faceless friend when caught on film. Each person might see him slightly differently, even appearing as someone they know, such as an uncle, a teacher, a father. He also hasn’t much of a desire to spend his time stalking college kids with their video cameras, but rather his original “prey,” children.
However, in my interpretation, this strange man-in-black, with all his mystique, does not exactly have it out for the poor kids. Rather, he would steal them away to some strange, misty forest and then who knows where else to, what he would feel is sparing their innocence from the corruption they would face in adulthood. Of course, that’s not to say he is entirely benevolent. Often when one deals in the stealing of children, one runs into pesky law enforcement, social workers, daycare workers, babysitters, PARENTS, you know. All corrupted, all taken care of without much thought to the contrary. It’s what must be done.
I could go on, though I haven’t worked out all my headcanon, yet, what with origins in some dark forest in modern-day Germany or government involvement, etc. ;D
Thought he was worth a reblog.
So, if you were previously unaware, this thing exists.
It’s the world’s tallest treehouse, and it’s in Cumberland County, TN, just outside the city limits of Crossville. In other words, where I live.
I took a trip there for the first time in a while with a friend of mine today, and they’ve really fixed it up from the last time I paid a visit. In fact, its previous condition was exactly why I hadn’t been there in a while (they were in the middle of constructing other parts, there was broken glass and holes in the wood everywhere, random drop-offs from several stories up, you know).
But, not that this is just occurring to me, I was thinking the whole time how easy it would be to do a Slender Man video there. Not a series, but a video.
So… I was wondering if anyone would be interested in me going there an at least giving you guys a video tour of it.
So uh. Anyone up for that?
A very brief doodle about the effects of PORNOGRAPHY!
(Abuh buh buh yer Slendermonz haff a faysh whah dat fer? Dis whah dat fer.)
So, after about a billion and one distractions (called “lol Tumblr and movies”) and one big rewrite, here’s what I’ve gotten to so far, save for cropping of a few paragraphs for episodic effect.
I’d imagine these two wouldn’t take too kindly to one another.
Of course there’s no other space in the bar and they’re both too proud to leave and they end up pissing each other off more and more and therefore order more drinks until they’re both entirely wasted and end up having a passionate night at Slond’s place.
This was originally for Corey but it changed and I don’t even know anymore.
Edit: Oh and uh. Appearances clearly based off of my interpretation of both of them. You can read my interpretation of ol’ Slond here if you so choose. And go read my Rake “comic” or whatever, Hypnagogia. Mmyeah.
(discussing Slond and ol’ Rake)
C: looking longingly into each others eyes
C: and in the corner
C: a dribble of perriwinkle
C: accross the rakes thigh
L: … oh my god
