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The Liger’s Slenderman. As for my headcannon for Slenderman I see him more as a species of tree-like, malicious organisms that live in forests and in hiding appear as a black, dead tree. They have white bark patterns around their heads that give the appearance as if they are wearing a black suit and tie.
This one would be a standard Slendy on the move. I will be drawing more of these~
@Nergal: Morning After
It had been a hell of a night.
One of the most enjoyable nights Hexxus had had in millennia to be certain, but also filled with strange things like emotion and compassion. He pondered for most of the evening about these strange things, only being pulled out of contemplation when the figure lying beside him would stir or mumble in his sleep. And then it would start a whole new circle of thinking about the fact that he was still lying in a bed with Nergal.
His companion had been asleep for several hours now, and though Hexxus knew there were no such things as “morning” or “evening” when dwelling in the center of the earth, he was positive that the demon would be awaking soon. Hexxus had been awake the entire time, watching Nergal sleep, consumed in his own thoughts in the quiet moments. Several times during the night, he’d taken the opportunity to touch, stoking a shoulder or a cheek, rubbing his back, holding his waist. The demon seemed to be quite the fitful sleeper, and Hexxus prided himself when his touches seemed to soothe.
Now, as morning hours approached, he wanted to assure the creature that he had, indeed, stayed the entire time. That he wasn’t going to slip out in the godforsaken hours… Taking the initiative, he slid both of his hulking arms around Nergal’s waist, spooning against his back and placing tiny kisses against the back of his neck. He hoped Nergal remembered what happened last night, or else this was going to be quite an awkward wake up call.
A strange warmth overcame him he couldn’t quite describe. He felt as though a familiar scent enveloped his very being. The demon had taken note of these things all throughout the night after passing out, unaware whether what had taken place had been a dream or a nightmare. He recognized the feeling of comfort, resting beside another.. but for some reason- within his subconscious mind, something seemed to try to warn him to stay away.
His eyes widened and shoulders stiffened as he felt a heat press up against his backside. That embrace could have come from no one other than the guest he had so graciously invited into his bedroom the night before. Hexxus.
Nergal kept himself from shifting in fear of pressing any closer against the other male, uncertain what to make of his current hold on him. It definitley wasn’t what he expected to wake up to. Much to his surprise, it didn’t make him feel as uneasy as he would’ve thought.
“…Have you been up all night? Or did you simply wake a few moments before myself?…” The demon asked quietly, hushing the tone of his voice as if fearful someone would hear. A small groan escaped him as he started to recall the events of their night together, watching them play like a flashback within his mind. He sighed as he eased himself in the spirit’s arms, finding that there was no use to try and pull away while still feeling too tired to fully wake.
With a curious expression, he tilts his head; peeking over his shoulder to finally catch a glimpse of Hexxus. “…I hope I didn’t cause you any disturbance…”
