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Slender Omens: He Just Needs a Hugby ~Kaytara

Traditional Art / Drawings / Fantasy

“There, there.”

“Angel, he doesn’t have a mouth.”

“It’s the thought that counts, my dear. You should say something nice to him, you know.”

“Um… Nice shoesss, Slinky?”

“Do you always have to be so materialistic?”

“Would you rather I complimented his face?
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By popular request, redeemed!Slendy. (Because Aziraphale’s belief in a cuppa is stronger than the world’s collective believe in Slendy.) Except he doesn’t really need to be redeemed, does he? Poor guy just gets a bad rep. Those arms are for hugs. The blank face means it doesn’t matter who he is, all that matters is his love - kind of like when you get an ask full of admiration from an anon.

In fact, you should venture into the woods more often. Maybe you’ll get lucky and he’ll be there.

Look out of your window now. There is always time for a hug.

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~moriganu Aug 15, 2012

great

~ryu-ren Aug 13, 2012

OMG I love this! I really like the little script you put in the comments. That is soooo Crowley

~art-and-ineffability Aug 13, 2012 Student Digital Artist

Yay <3

~Psyromayniak Aug 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This... this is the best thing I've ever seen

~misguidedghost1511 Aug 13, 2012

I knew he was a good guy!

~Sister-to-the-Queen Aug 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

*facepalm* Aziraphale, you just can't help yourself, can you.

(Does this mean the horror-story idea has been rejected? Pity. I had it all plotted out and everything.)

~Kaytara Aug 13, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

THE SLENDER MAN IS NOT A HORROR STORY. I IS KIND AND GENTLE AND LOVES CHILDREN. LEAVE ME YOUR ADDRESS AND I WILL SHOW YOU.

~Sister-to-the-Queen Aug 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

*smiling oh so sweetly* Oh, by all means, let him. Let him come and visit me and my little friends. We are waiting.

~AteMozzarella Aug 13, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

BUT HE'S SO SPIFFY

~Kaytara Aug 13, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

VERY SPIFFY

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