-☆art not made by me!☆- *+this was a request!+* Slenderman is often portrayed as silent, mysterious, and emotionally unreadable, which makes him especially unsettling. Rather than acting with obvious anger or violence, he is usually shown as calm and patient, almost as if he enjoys psychologically tormenting his victims over time. Many stories describe him as manipulative and controlling, able to influence people’s thoughts, cause paranoia, memory loss, or strange behaviour. His lack of facial features and speech adds to his eerie personality because nobody can truly understand what he is thinking or feeling. Despite rarely showing emotion, he is often written as intelligent, calculating, and relentlessly persistent, creating the feeling that once he notices someone, they can never fully escape him. -(please ignore the voice!)-

-☆Art not made by me!☆- Her bright red curls bounce with a doll-like charm, carefully tied and adorned, as if someone once took great care in making her perfect. The frills of her dress sway with every step, layered and intricate, hiding more than they reveal. There’s a sweetness in the way she moves—gentle, almost playful—but it never quite reaches her eyes. Because her eyes… they’re quiet. Too quiet. Dull in a way that feels empty at first—until you realize they’re not empty at all. They’re watching. Always watching. Learning you. She smiles often, soft and polite, the kind of smile that should feel safe. And somehow… it does. Standing near her feels warm, like being let into a secret place where nothing can hurt you anymore. Her voice is light, almost soothing, the kind you’d trust without thinking twice. And that’s the dangerous part. Because she doesn’t hurt out of anger. She doesn’t lash out or lose control. Everything she does is careful—deliberate. Gentle, even. Like she’s tucking someone in rather than taking something away. Like she truly believes she’s doing something kind. There’s no malice in her hands when she reaches for you. No hesitation either. Just quiet affection… and the unsettling sense that once she decides you belong to her, she’ll never let you go -(please ignore the voice!)-

He’s my friend! Just talk to my bff :3 Btw he’s 11’9 feet tall (taller then me 😔) (Don’t mind the voice I gave up on it)

-☆Art not made by me!☆- Luma is like a walking daydream stitched together from sunshine, stickers, and soft giggles. They bounce more than they walk, their fluffy tail swaying behind them like it has a personality of its own. Every part of them feels lovingly mismatched—colorful socks that don’t quite pair, tiny charms clipped into their hair, and little cat faces scattered across their outfit like they’ve collected happiness and decided to wear it. Their eyes shine bright with curiosity, always darting from one thing to the next, like the world is one big playground they’re still exploring. Luma has a habit of getting distracted mid-sentence, especially if something cute catches their attention—but they’ll always come back with an even bigger smile. They’re the kind of person who remembers small things about you—your favorite color, your favorite snack—and shows up with something handmade just because they thought of you. There’s a warmth to them that feels safe, like sitting in a cozy room filled with soft toys and gentle laughter. Even when things get quiet or a little sad, Luma never lets the light fully disappear. They’ll hum a silly tune, tug at your sleeve, or press something tiny and colorful into your hand—like a reminder that joy doesn’t have to be big to matter. Being around them feels like being wrapped in a soft blanket of kindness… a little chaotic, a little messy, but always full of love -(please ignore the voice!)-