This was genuine hard to write given the facts that 1) writing isn’t my strong suit, and 2) Splendorman has been difficult to think of headcanons that still give the feeling of creepypasta without straying too far from Happypasta. So ig we can start off pretty tame.
The second oldest of the brothers, Slenderman’s younger twin.
The bells attached to his tendrils aren’t real! The tips of his tendrils are yellow and give off the illusion of bells, the sound of jingling is solely from the mind.
Like Slenderman, is much taller than Trender and Tender.
His facial features were added himself, it takes a lot of effort to change its emotions/keep the features steady. When he’s upset, his face will distort.
Consciously makes his voice sound higher/softer. This is to avoid scaring people.
Ok now to the nitty gritty, no proof reading we are jumping in this
The founder of the organization ‘Happypasta’. He takes those who have been corrupted and tries to reform them, much like himself.
Born from two eldritch beings of resentment and fear, Splendorman doesn’t fall too far from the tree per say.
It’s within his blood to hold some hatred to human kind, much like Slenderman. But unlike his older brother, he chooses to fight off those instincts.
He’s against violence and gore, following his own moral compass and tries to befriend humans much like Trender and Tender. A bit envious that they can easily adapt to their kind.
While Slenderman can affect the mind through migraines and cause sick-like symptoms, Splendorman elicit effects almost like a psychedelic. Make you feel calmer, happier.
But if exposed to it for too long, can cause the individual to experience horrific hallucinations.
This takes effort to prevent. A lot of Splendor’s efforts are amplified to ensure he doesn’t end up like his parents, his twin.
And because of this, there’s some periods of time he will haul himself inside his room, or in an isolated place. Leave him when he’s there.
Oops! Got a little angsty, but moving on—
Happier headcanons! I think Splendorman likes verrrryyyy sweet things. I imagine the Slenderbrothers to find human food bland? So when he indulges in it, it's typically piled on with sugary frosting. Mmmm yummy!
He's so sweet with his proxies, hardly even calls them proxies-- they're his little helpers. Making a pact with him is essentially trying to pick yourself up from the side of the road. Most that seek his aid are looking for redemption, for the light at the end of the tunnel. In exchange for their help, Splendor offers them the care and support the world could not give them. Don't mind the long termed helpers that end up being a bit finnicky.
Art credits: I haven't worked on this since last year, and it's been so long that I lost the posts I asked to use the art in. So any art featured, if you can help me find the artist, that would be much appreciated. Artists can ask me to remove their art at any time.
synopsis: You're burdened with a chronic illness and its violent, often weakening symptoms. Fatigue, god awful widespread pain, heart problems. You break out in awful rashes when there's too much heat, etc. It causes you to often retreat to your bedroom in the manor no matter the hour of the day. While no one from your old life really cared or did anything to help you, your newfound allies will do anything it takes.
pairings: Slenderman, Trenderman, Splendorman, Gentleman, Masky, Hoodie, Ticci Toby, Kate the chaser, Jeff the killer, Jane the killer, Nina the killer, BEN Drowned, Nurse Ann, Judge Angels, Sally Williams (platonic), Smile Dog (Platonic), Zero, Laughing Jack, The Puppeteer, Jason The Toymaker, Candy Pop (Y'all are being fed) -- Because there's an apparent image limit and I run on very low energy, there will be multiple parts.
song rec: A Place To Sleep
warnings: n/a, depressing themes?? this is about chronic illness and the mental and physical tax that comes with it. its for comfort
A/N: Food for my poor fellow chronically ill readers (and anyone else!). GN! as well as neutral so you can interpret them as romantic or platonic. Gentleman, for those curious, is an OC I made in place of Offenderman, as Offenderman makes me uncomfortable despite the ability to re-write him (he will remain a villain I mangle on my blog in other stories). Gentleman has a similar appearance inspired by "The Hat Man", but he is not a creep, and he is still harshly differing. Unfortunately, I have to use art for Offender for now for Gentleman, but he is NOT the same!!
Reader's illness is ambiguous—it can be anything, as I've made sure to go only by symptoms which can align with anything. POTS, Fibromyalgia, PCOS, FND—anything! Whatever illness you may have, you can picture. I wanted to be inclusive, as illness can come in all different forms.
I'm sorry if anything is choppy, I was working on this months ago then picked it up just now. If there's any character that isn't listed in the planned pairings, feel free to suggest them!
SLENDERMAN ⦻
Despite your debilitating illness(es), you have been a valuable asset to the group. Slenderman has kept this noted, and has observed your symptoms closely, and memorized the name(s) of such.
While he can be strict and even demanding towards his proxies, among anyone else that stays with him, he is noticeably more gentle with you.
This shows in many ways: assigning you simpler tasks, simpler captures, frequent breaks, etc. He even prolongs your days off/breaks based on your pain levels and flares.
On one particular, day, though, it seems especially bad. You have a flare up more violent than the rest.
This causes you to faint in the middle of an assigned hunt, allowing the subject to successfully run free. The last thing playing in your mind being the guilt of failing this mission, and the possibility of upsetting Slenderman.
You hear your partner curse, calling out for him while they run after the escapee, determined to catch them. Your brain shuts down, your body limp—sprawled out across the damp forest trail, blood pooled below you.
It's not your blood. But that's not what the Operator thinks as static fills your unconscious brain and his frame towers over you. He wouldn't admit it, but panic began to seep into what could be mocked up as a spirit.
Carefully, he brings himself down, his long but unnaturally strong arms scooping you up off the ground as the back of his large hand rests at the back of your head. His tentacles gently brush any debris and twigs from your body.
Blood trickles from your nose—you've always been sensitive to his presence.
He gently swipes the drop with his thumb before examining your body for wounds. He comes to realize the blood that now stained your clothing was not yours, as you had no physical injuries.
He holds you close to his chest, slowly moving through the forest. A few of his tentacles wrap around you and hold you still for extra protection, knowing the effect of his teleportation in physical contact with you.
You begin to stir. You grumble, making your consciousness known. He loosens his grasp to allow you to move just vaguely, allowing you to come to your senses. You're almost scared when you recognize the tie you're eye-level with and eventually process the soft tendrils against the flesh of your limbs.
You exhale. You aren't in the arms of a stranger—however this is short lived, as you recall the failed attempt just moments prior. That's when you feel the static buzz in your head, just seeping itself into your brain. It's warm. It's calm.
"You did not fail me. You cannot control what your own body commits. You need rest."
You relax against him once more as you both enter what you can recognize as the manor based on scent alone. He travels up the stairs and gently pushes your bedroom door open with a free tendril. He slowly creeps towards your bed and sets you down gently on the plush mattress as you feel his tendrils slowly unravel from your body.
"Sleep well, Child."
He quietly left the bedroom, making sure to close the door. He would prevent any of the others from bothering you until you awoke.
TRENDERMAN ⦻
You wake up feeling utterly disgusting.
You're sore, you're breaking out in some kind of heat rash, you're bloated, and your limbs don't want to work properly.
Trender notices this, and the gasp he gasped...
Dramatic.
“Oh no no no. No. Absolutely not! You look—no offense, darling—tragic. Like a doll that's melting behind a radiator!"
"Gee, thanks.." You huffed, hardly able to move under the blanket of your bed.
He’s already at your side in an instant, hands fluttering as if he’s about to faint from the sight of you. But instead of pulling away in horror, he tugs the blanket back up to your chin with softness.
“You are not getting out of that bed! I forbid it. The lighting in the hallway would only highlight your current condition.”
You try to protest—something about needing to go to the bathroom or at least brush your teeth—but he cuts you off with a raised, gloved finger to your chapped lips.
“Shh. No. Not a word. Your aura is inflamed. And so are those pores..."
He moves swiftly, his arms and tentacles already gathering items from his emergency self-care kit: a silk cooling eye mask, the fancy hypoallergenic lotion that smells like bergamot and lavender, and a water bottle with lemon slices floating in it.
He dabs at your forehead with a cool cloth like a Victorian nurse, acting as if you were in bed with tuberculosis.
“This isn’t just physical. I can feel it. Your energy is off. The vibes in this entire room is positively criminal.”
You laugh, weakly—but he leans in, serious all of a sudden.
“...But truly, darling. You must rest. I’ll handle everything. You’re in no condition to stress over anything today. And besides—your wellness is the priority. I won’t let you neglect it.”
There’s a sudden presence at your side. A warm blanket, folded to perfection. The smell of steeping herbal tea. And Trender, carefully fluffing your pillows like it’s a bomb set to go off at any wrong move.
“Now, be still. Hydrate. Accept my lavender oil offering. I’ll be right back with your meds—and a color correcting concealer."
You felt at peace that morning, more than you have in months.
SPLENDORMAN ⦻
Oh, no, this poor little puppy...
Because that's essentially what he is—a big, dumb puppy.
As tall as a fucking tree.
When he sees you hunched over the kitchen counter, no one else in sight, he freaks out.
Firstly—how dare anyone not be watching over you!? You're fragile! They all know how bad you have it!
In reality, you insisted you could do something on your own despite the huge flare you've been experiencing.
That was a fucking lie.
"Friend!!" He cried, rushing towards you so quickly he'd may as well had teleported.
He was quick to rest his gloved hands on your shoulders, helping you up. You'd been slumped over the sink, attempting to clean a few dishes that others had insisted they or another would handle.
You barely looked at him, your vision blurry as you stared down into the sink. You coughed as he brought you up, acting as support as your legs trembled.
"Just what do you think you're doing!?" He cried, his soft voice high in pitch, but soft enough not to ring your ears. He sounded like a teenage boy just hitting puberty, which you and the others always found funny. But endearing.
"Cleaning...dishes," you coughed. Your body fell limp against him as he caught you, your head resting on his thigh. He'd just barely shrunken himself down to fit inside the damned kitchen.
Just for you.
"Darling, anyone else can handle that! What are you trying to do?"
"I just...wanted to make sure mine were clean—I need lunch." You tried to excuse yourself. Classic. Trying to cook on your own.
Usually, the others had meals prepped for you. But it seemed as though you've eaten them, and no one had prepped anything else for you yet.
The main proxy who did grocery delivery was out sick, and it's been a battle to get anyone else to do the damn job.
"Has no one—?" Splendor frowned, the corners of his mouth hitting the sides of his chin.
"Come, lay down. I'll cook for you. And make your favorite dessert." He picked you up, gently carrying you to the large living room.
You had the best god damn food you've ever tasted in your life.
GENTLEMAN ⦻
Oh, brother, where do we start with this one?
You lacked a relationship with this towering hunk of a creature.
It was nothing personal...not entirely.
His rip-off demon "brother" was a fucking creep—a predator.
One that tried to devour you, once. And worse.
Not even his real brother. They just look similar and have a different family specimen. Everyone fucking hates that guy.
Gentleman, they call this one...on account that he's gentle, and he has the appearance of a man.
As close of a man you could get with whatever alien or eldritch race these brothers were.
And when you laid there, limp and head nearly cracked open by a fall, with no one else around,
He was there.
He gently picked you up, your heart racing. You wanted to fear him, what he could do, but...you didn't.
Instead, you felt his awfully large arms cradle you, and his large hand hold the back of your head to his chest.
"Shh," he soothed you, a purr rattling deep in his throat.
"I've got you. You're okay."
You let your eyes flutter shut, your throbbing headache seeming to go away as you were enveloped into his scent.
Warm. Musky. Soothing. Like vanilla and oakwood.
And lots of bourbon.
"I'm sorry to have made contact like this," he spoke, apologetic. "We aren't usually in circumstances such as these. And no one else is present.."
He moved swiftly, sitting down into a large, velvet chair. You feel his body as it's seated, his large hands (and tentacles) gentle shifting you to comfort on top of him.
"I promise, I will not hurt you. And when you regain strength, I'll let you down. Unless you wish to rest in bed, now."
You instinctively clung onto him. You didn't want him to let go. Somehow, he was taking all of your pain away.
"Okay." He gently stroked your hair, leaning back into the chair.
"We'll wait for Ann to return, and get her to check you out."
You fell asleep on his chest, listening to what sounded like a heartbeat, and cat-like purring.
You found that you'd wake up with no pain after that.
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
Someone here who loves the not so popular characters
Can I request splendor with a reader who is dying in his arms please?
Wooooow finally comin' for the rainbow man and on the last day of pride month. Smh.
His world is crashing down all at once, and it's almost too much for him to process, almost too much for him to really realize what's happening. All his life, Splendor has done his best to make everyone he encounters smile, and make everyone around him as happy as they could possibly be. He felt as though it was his life purpose, to struggle against the darker side inside of him, to bring light to the world around him.
And you... You were his own light. You were the one to bring constant joy and happiness to him, to keep him grounded, to keep his spirits high. He loved you more than he could ever possibly hope to say, and if you'd asked him to hand you the sun he would've gone up there and endured all the heat and burns just to hand it to you as a gift. But now... Now you're extinguishing, right before him. Your own light is flowing out of you, your once bright and shiny eyes now beginning to dull, the once upturned corners of your mouth now clenched tightly from the pain, and for all that he's learned how to do over the years, he doesn't know how to help you.
He's never been one to cry. He's never seen any reason to shed tears and get all emotional because he knows that won't fix the situation, but now... Now, as he clutches onto you, as he holds you close to his chest, gently rocking you, his head nuzzled into the top of yours. He cries, he wails out, and it feels as though all the tears he never shed in his life are coming out at once. He's a blubbering mess as he continues to just hold you as if you're the most fragile thing in the world, and even as your voice tries to soothe him, to try and tell him everything will be okay, he just shakes his head and cries harder. Nothing could ever be okay without you by his side. You were the light of his life, his person, the one for him. How is he supposed to go on without you? He chooses not to ask that question aloud as he focuses on pressing a few final kisses to you, as he whispers that he loves you, that he'll always think of you. It's all he can bring himself to do as your final breath puffs out, and all of a sudden, to him... The world feels much dimmer and colder than it ever had before.
Which one of the slender bros so you think is the most sassy? Like. Generally.
I think it'd be Splendor just because it'd be hard to tell when he's being snarky or sincere if he's in a mood.
Splendor is a good contender, but my first instinct was to say Offender because he's sassy on purpose. Splendor gets sassy when he's irritated, but if Fen isn't sassy it means there's something wrong with him
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