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Hello everyone! Hope everyone’s been doing well and are safe during these times (and just to go ahead and answer you guys, I’ve also been doing fine myself!) Now, time for me to briefly announce something-I’ve updated my AO3! I’ve moved a handful of fics from my masterlist over to there (It’s mostly just the “x Reader”s and that one Discotrain fic y’all birb lovers out there love ;3), so be sure to check those out! Thank you!
So uh, to quickly explain this before you all hate me for the upcoming sadness and angst, I had this thought like late last night and I decided to write it out. (Also to give a bit of context, this is set around the time when Snatcher and Moonjumper were fighting for Subcon, before Moon become reformed) Not gonna lie, the idea made me cry. So…hope you enjoy it!
(WARNING! This fic deals with the subject of death, mourning, and a slight mention of blood near the end. You have been warned.)
Subcon Forest had become…much quieter, in these past couple days. Barely anyone was seen roaming around the forest, even all of the ghosts inhabitants. It had been like this for awhile now, ever since “that day”. It seemed like no one, not a single soul, would dare to make a noise. In fear of angering their king, or worse. So it especially quiet up near the Snatcher’s home, where the ghost king had been staying for over more than a week now. It was silent, it was cold, it was dark.
It was driving him mad.
He wasn’t even reading, nor was he making any contracts. He was just sitting there, he head sunken low and his hands clamped together. He didn’t say a word, and let the dust around him collect in his lonely home. He even restrained himself from fidgeting, as a nervous habit, which he had surprisingly gotten better at as time went on. His traps hadn’t gone off for days upon days straight. Or, if they had, he certainly didn’t care enough to check. He was too busy lost in his own thoughts to even care about going hungry anytime soon. And the hunger wasn’t even affecting him anymore, as he had lost all ability to notice or even care about his well-being. Which left him alone, in his home, with nothing but his thoughts to keep him sane.
FRICK YOUR ANGST I MADE MY OWN ENDING!
Moonjumper was finishing up his ritual, to finally put the hatted child’s spirit to rest. He had mumbled through the last few words-
Oh wow! I actually managed to post this in the morning, and not late in the afternoon! Anyways, back on the Snatcher fluff again! But this time, I’ve dedicated this fluff to @ahatincrime! (A lovely headcannon of their’s inspired me to make this, and it’s here unless you don’t want to spoil yourselves! But seriously check out their blogs, they’re amazing)
Enjoy your healthy dose of Snatcher fluff! ;3
You were a very lucky person to be with someone like Snatcher. Extremely lucky, in fact. Nobody else seemed to be such a perfect fit for him, except you. You calmed him whenever he was upset, made him happy when he needed it most, and, overall, showed Snatcher a side of himself that he didn’t even know was there. You helped him become more open to love, by being there at his side every step of the way. And you were more than glad that he chose you to be his soulmate.
And Snatcher felt he was just as lucky to have you as his soulmate! As much as he didn’t want other people to see, he really did have a soft spot for you. At first he thought the idea of finding love again seemed like a waste of time, not to mention seemingly impossible for someone like him. Yet you proved him wrong, by being the first person he had ever cared about in a long time. And whenever you two were alone, Snatcher couldn’t help but boast about how perfect you where. You were the only one who got to see his affectionate side.
And lately, Snatcher had been showing that side of him a lot more often.
Due to the request of an Anon, this is now a thing! (This might be a bit cheesy but I don’t caaaaaare!) This does raise an important question though... Would you smooch a ghost?
I guess we’ll have to find out! ;3
There were many things that fascinated you about Subcon Forest.
The fact that is was always night there, no matter the time of day, seemed to amaze you to no end. And the people (well, more like the spirits) who lived there where so odd yet so fantastical. And the ruler of the forest, known to everyone as “The Snatcher”, though he was terrifying, it was always a wondrous sight to watch him use his fire magic. And although the entire forest itself was gravely dangerous, you always jumped on the chance to explore it more. After all, it was like the place was made of magic! Well...horrible, cursed magic that could definitely kill you if you weren’t careful, but still magic!
But...although this was normally your excuse for visiting Subcon, with you having to assure Snatcher that you weren’t up to no good, there was also something else. A new fascination, one that was your terrible, hidden secret. As much as the ever-lasting night, literal spirits, and real fire magic was spectacular, there was something else that made kept you coming back to Subcon for more.
Or in your case, someone else.
SO GUESS WHO JUST WROTE THEIR FIRST EVER “X READER” FIC? THAT’S RIGHT, THIS PIECE OF SNATCHER-LOVING TRASH! In all seriousness, this was a roller coaster ride to write out and I hope you all enjoy it. It’s very shippy and I worked hard on it I swear-
(And not to worry, this isn’t NSFW! Just some cute fluffiness for y’all Snatcher people out there ;3)
The relationship between you and Snatcher was a bit strange, to say the least.
Not that it was a bad thing. You both still loved each other, you wouldn’t be visiting one another otherwise. It was more along the lines of, sometimes, people couldn’t tell whether you two were actually together or not. At least in public. With Snatcher being the way he was, he would shun any idea or notion that he was slowly turning soft (He had told you multiple times that it was nothing personal, he just had a “reputation” to uphold). Which was just fine with you, as you weren’t the type for public affection either. And taking things slow never hurt anybody.
Yoo I love your fic! And I love all the colors you put to souls as well! Hat Kid is a strong kiddo bless
Thank you Anon!!! It makes me very happy to hear that you liked my fic! And the color of souls thing was just an idea I came up with, and it worked pretty well! And yeah, Hat Kid is very powerful therefore her soul is a pretty shade of purple~
But seriously, thank you so much! ^^
This is the “snippet” I’ve been working on! (It turned into like 10 pages which is just typical of me) The whole premise is that Snatcher’s hungry and he tries to get some food. Funny shenanigans happen and soul eating is weird. Hope you enjoy!
As Snatcher stood at his full height the owl beneath him cowered in fear. It’s small, feathery body shook like a leaf as blue fire erupted in a circle around it. The fire was a bit unnecessary, Snatcher thought to himself, but it added way more dramatic effect. Not to mention it made the owl’s pleads for mercy much more entertaining!
“P-please! I swear I’ll never come back ever again!” it whimpered as the fire grew taller around it.
A Gear in Time AU belongs to @shaykai / @hatsparadox. Go check them out!
Here we are again with part two! Finished this one earlier than the last, but I don’t expect to be done with the third bit soon. (Yeah, this might be a four parter)
Warning! Tons of angst up ahead, it gets really dark at the halfway mark! (Which is Moon's part, go figure) Just warning in case you don’t enjoy reading that kind of stuff!
But if you do, you’ll like what happens next ;)
For Snatcher, being locked away in a dusty old shed was not a fun experience. You couldn’t do much no matter how hard you tried. Not to mention it was a dreadfully boring situation, one that he had the displeasure of being in. But there was one good thing about it, you had all the time in the world to think to yourself. And being bored and forced to just think for what feels like an eternity, you start to come across interesting conclusions.
Like how all humans are disgusting, selfish, and very deserving of all the loathing in the world.
This is a follow up to the You’re Worthless fic I wrote a while back for @shaykai / @hatsparadox ! Keep in mind that as your reading this it’ll jump to two different periods in time. One plot is in the present with the other in the past. Enjoy!
It was like any other lazy Sunday. No customers and nothing to do.
Thor was sitting inside his security booth at the front of the scrapyard. He sat in his chair as a nearby radio played peppy music that filled the entire booth. He was tinkering with the various metal pieces laying on his desk. There were all kinds of bit and bobs he had found while looking through the heaps of junk. Copper wires, nuts and bolts, even a few old computer chips that he was lucky enough to find.
Hello there! Totally didn’t miscalculate how long it would take me to edit the second bit, but here we are! Also, I have some things to tell you. First, go check out @shaykai / @hatsparadox if you haven’t already! Amazing blogs run by an amazing person! Second, WARNING! If you’re not a fan of physical harm or abuse, don’t read this. I’m serious, it gets pretty dark.
But if you love tons of angst, enjoy! ;)
It didn’t take him long to purchase the flowers. The android running the shop was very polite and did her job quickly. And that gave him plenty of time to take a leisurely stroll back to the manor.
He was spending his time taking in the sights and sounds of the town around him. He never really got out of the manor too often, at least not on his own like this. He mostly stayed in Vanessa’s room or, if he was given permission, he would walk around the grounds of the manor. So being on his own like this was exciting and he wished could last longer. He watched as other robots and humans would pass by him and he would wave to them in a friendly manner. Of course this got him a couple of odd glances, but he didn’t mind. It was rather odd for an android to be walking around with no owner. But it made him feel freer in a way, like he was the only one in control.
I love the AGIT AU (@shaykai & @hatsparadox they’re amazing go check them out!) and wanted to write a fic about how the prince became Snatcher and Moonjumper (And it’s a bit long since I’m tagging instead of submitting it). Some of this might not be completely accurate to the AU, like Vanessa is a human in this version. But hopefully it’s good? Anyways, without further ado...
She wanted...no, needed to have one.
She had seen the advertisements over a hundred times. On the TV, at shops, on fliers, practically everywhere. Everyone in town had been talking about it nonstop. And she absolutely needed to have one.
