The Snatcher IRL!!! β’Να΄βΝβΉ Radqueer + transid user I post sometimes probably won't be entirely sfw, beware π.ｑ:ο½₯*οΎπ«οΎ*ο½₯. pfp art by me I DREW THAT OK...
snatcher: They call me the le snatcher BOIIII π³π«±π«± reeeeeee π€£π€£ππ€£π€£ππ€£ππ€£πππππππ€£π€£ππ ook I don't kkow where I'm going with this. Hiiiiii William hi hihi
snatcher: They call me the le snatcher BOIIII π³π«±π«± reeeeeee π€£π€£ππ€£π€£ππ€£ππ€£πππππππ€£π€£ππ ook I don't kkow where I'm going with this. Hiiiiii William hi hihi
snatcher: They call me the le snatcher BOIIII π³π«±π«± reeeeeee π€£π€£ππ€£π€£ππ€£ππ€£πππππππ€£π€£ππ ook I don't kkow where I'm going with this. Hiiiiii William hi hihi
Hi if you genuinely think that idealogical / cisnazis deserve a place in the radqueer community, even in βtheir own spaceβ.. please fucking block me.
Being exclusionary, facist, and racist, is NOT radqueer, and never was. Nazi beliefs and radqueer beliefs go directly against each other.
Just a little short, experimental fanfic about our beloved shadow noodle, Snatcher! Inspired by a convo between me and @tiramegtoons!
A Hat in Time and its characters belong to Gears for Breakfast
Summary: Snatcher is notoriously known for being the ghostly ruler of Subcon Forest and stealing the souls of those who trespass. But how does he steal them? Unfortunately for you, you're the unlucky soul who get to find out.... firsthand.
Content Includes: Reader Death, Body Horror, Blood and Gore, and Soul Eating.
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This was it. The contract has been completed.
You were a fool enough to agree to it. You signed the paper, and with a flick of the pen, you signed your soul away. What exactly did you think was going to happen? Were you expecting a sliver of mercy? Hoped that somehow you would live to tell the tale? Your heart sunk like a rock into your stomach, making you nauseated. Your throat dried up and you swallowed, hoping to quench it, but to no avail. Your blood ran cold and a chill runs down your spine. Your heart rose up, pounding almost uncontrollably. There was nothing you could do but close your eyes shut and brace for impact.
The fear inside you was growing... And he could sense it.
His presence was enough to frighten you. You could feel him swirling around you, enclosing you with his long, snake-like body. The space around you got smaller and smaller, inch by inch, until eventually you're trapped in his coils. Unable to move. Unable to escape. He chuckles at your helplessness, his voice deep enough to make you shudder. You look up to see your captor - the Snatcher - grinning with sadistic delight. His gold eyes pierced through the darkness, glowing with light.
It was the last thing you saw before he made his way with you.
The Snatcher traced his claw around your face, from your forehead to your cheek and down to your chin. After examining, he suddenly clutches your hair, forcibly pulling your head back. He hums as he began to playfully trace your neck, making your body shake immensely. He then stopped. His claw was pressed against your jugular. Your pulse throbbed with great anticipation. Tears began to stream down your cheeks as you waited for whatever happens next.
Ssssshink-!
A sharp tear rips into your neck! You try to let out a scream of agonizing pain. But instead of screams was an overflow of blood, oozing from your lips. The Snatcher, now pleased with his work, opened his mouth and leaned closer to the wound. You felt something unpleasantly squishy tease around your throat. Your eyes rolled back, unable to react to such a horrific process. The thing then entered the wound, exploring the insides and tasting its flavor. It went in deeper and soon a magnetic pull courses from your toes to your head. With a big inhale, the Snatcher began to consume.
Out from your ripped jugular was a stream of ethereal energy. It glowed a bright blue light, in contrast to the dark crimson liquid that spilled all over your body. Each inhale was a wave of gravity pulling you towards the Snatcher. Your body twitched inside his coiled form, slowly becoming paralyzed. The Snatcher growled with hunger - it had been a very long time since he had a good soul to eat. You had such a delicious soul, and he wanted to savor every bit of it. As more of your soul left your soon-to-be corpse, your flesh began to rapidly age and sag. Your youthful body was gradually being vacuumed into a skin-wearing skeleton. Your organs began to collapse, one by one, and your muscles weakened. Your mind went blank but still conscious enough to feel everything.
The Snatcher made one last bite. He pressed his entire mouth against your bleeding throat. His fangs pierced your neck as he sucked the last bits of your soul. As he does so, you start to drift away. He then - finally - lets go, licking his lips, satisfied with his meal. Back and forth, you lose, gain, lose, and regain consciousness. With the last of your will to live gone, the pain came to an end with a sickening... POP!
i know we love waxing poetic about forcemasc here on tumblr . com but i do need yall to get into the tf fetish "theyre done transforming and are now on the floor tied up and whimpering begging for you to use them" aspect. real "im the only one who knows what you look like now and im going to be the first one to fuck you like this" type of shit
totally not snatcher here... can you do a transforesthaunter or something like that.... something related to. haunting a forest. you know. cougjh can it have purple maybe ok thanks
β Trans - Forest - haunter
       ⨳γ transID where one identifies as a forest haunter / haunting a forest, in a trans way.
NOTE: the real meaning is up to the user, there is no wrong way to use this ID
requested by: anon.
ARCHIVAL IS HEAVILY ENCOURAGED. Please give credits and dont steal / change my flags. Using them as reference is fine. β Β Β βΛ
Ok I'm doing an art dump because I realized that my last post makes it look like my art is usually that ass. These are all from the last like year... IF YOU RECOGNIZE ME OUTSIDE OF THIS BLOG NO YOU DON'T OK....
Sometimes I think about how a lot of the stuff I do is probably just a trauma response,,,,, like everything about me down to my identity was formed because of the amount of abuse I went through. damn. Feel like I should mention now that if I ever post some tweaker ass art of Vanessa, I'm.using her to represent my abuser ok β€ Anyways I drew some sick and twisted version of myself last night...
β an identity where one feels their autism is heavily linked with Snatcher or Snatcher is heavily linked with their autism ! there is no incorrect way to use this term and anyone can use it .
coined for my best pal @theycallme-thesnatcher lalalala
How do you go by a weird name irl... I'm not talking about going by like a Japanese name when you're white or anything, I mean like a name that isn't a "normal person" name........
I ask people to call me Snatcher and I have a pin that says "Hi my name is Snatcher" but people never actually call me that more than once!!!
please bro!! I'm sick of ts!! they either go back to saying my "normal" name or they just straight up don't call me by any name :/
Does anyone have any transcharacter tips for Snatcher specifically.... don't hit me with the general transcharacter tips because I KNOW.... I want specific things relating to him..!! Please....!!!!!
