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[grogumaximus]

[jotunvali02]

Reunion【Narumitsu Animatic】

[dickinson-devotee]

[thereaderinsertlady]

snarles here sneaking into your asks to request snatcher x reader for questober 👻🎃 okay so i had a few ideas for this since you said you like prompts and I've had quite a few laying around because I'm too shy to actually get into writing fanfiction myself hope you like them~ if not feel free to ignore any ones you don't like! - reader was either already a ghost or recently passed away and was reborn as a spirit - i had this idea where subcon has this yearly tradition where all the subconites and other spirits of the forest would make masks and dance in front of a big bonfire in the middle of the village - my random silly lore for this is that snatcher originally set this up as a way to celebrate the rebirth of subcon aswell as mourn the loss of everyone who died when the forest froze over (and also to spite vanessa lol) - after being in a relationship with y/n for a while now snatcher decides to invite them for the first time that's as much as i had for ideas but i think that's a pretty good place to add on from also most of this would probably just be fluff but honestly go wild

:0 hello there!! I tried my best to fit everything you put into one fic- I really liked all of the ideas you put down lmao. Anyways, here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

Snatcher x Reader - To be a Ghost

Unfortunately for you, you… were dead. 

And have been for a while. 

It took nearly a year to get used to being dead and having your bottom half end with a tail instead of legs, but you found a way to cope via messing with people with your newfound abilities. Making objects float was very easy– a little too easy. Though, trying to paint a floating mask with a floating paint brush? A little difficult, even for you.

“How’s it coming along?” Snatcher said encouragingly, peering over your shoulder.

“I think it’s… somewhat coming along,” you said, tilting your head to look at it from a different angle. “I think. It seems like it’s missing something…”

“Missing something?” He hummed, leaning in close to look at the mask. “Hmm…”

As you floated in front of the mask, trying to coax the ethereal paint into cooperating and not to drip onto the tree-home’s floor, Snatcher's presence was oddly comforting. His encouragement was a balm to your spectral soul, and you were grateful for his support.

Snatcher leaned in more, his translucent eyes studying your creation intently. "Maybe a touch of cerulean blue around the edges? That might give it a bit more depth. Either way, I think you’ll be able to finish before tonight."

Even though it was always night time in Subcon, they were having an event in the middle of the village. Some sort of reconciliation with life and death and to aid with mourning… or something. You weren’t a hundred percent certain what it was for, but this was the first time Snatcher has invited you to join. 

Really, you were just excited to dance and hang out in front of a warm fire. 

Despite the fact that most of your senses have eroded; taste, smell, touch– you could still feel temperature. You couldn’t warm up by yourself, of course, so you had to find other sources.

“...Say, do you miss being alive?” Your voice was soft.

“Do I miss being in a meat sack?” He snorted. “That old thing was a hindrance! I couldn’t do anything that I can do now!” Snatcher floated past you, flopping down into his maroon chair. 

You chuckled at Snatcher's candid response. "Fair point," you mused, a smile tugging at the corners of your spectral lips. "But there must be some things you miss about it, right? Like... the taste of food, or the smell of roses?"

Snatcher tilted his head in thought, considering your question. "Well, I suppose there were some pleasant moments, yes. I… suppose I miss the taste of bacon, but overall, this form suits me just fine. No need to worry about trivial mortal concerns."

You nodded, understanding his perspective. It was fascinating to contemplate the stark differences between your current existence and the memories of your past life. The transition from flesh and blood to this ephemeral state was a journey of its own.

You continued to refine the mask, each stroke of the brush imbuing it with a sense of depth and mystery. It was shaping up to be a truly unique creation… or so you hoped. It might look a little dumb at an angle.

Snatcher watched with curiosity as the mask began to take on a new dimension. "I can see it coming together," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. His tail flicked against the floor. "You've got quite the talent."

You waved a hand, feeling just a little embarrassed. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m sure your minion’s masks look much better than mine.”

“Well, as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder!”

“Did you steal that quote from a book somewhere?”

“...Maybe!”

You lightly laughed, continuing to work on painting the mask. You could pick items up in your ethereal hands, but not for long. Even sitting down was an issue… Well, that is, if you weren’t sitting in Snatcher’s lap. You blushed at the thought, recalling a few instances where he allowed you to sleep on him.

“...Say, when does the event start, again?”

“In a few good hours,” he answered. “Why?”

You carefully placed the mask down on the table, finished with it and wanting it to dry. You turned towards Snatcher, trying to put on a non-embarrassed face. “Well… maybe we could… I dunno… read a book together or something?”

“A book?” Snatcher seemed amused. “Is this a ploy to come sit in my lap again?”

You grunted, your tail swishing. “A-And what if it is?”

He took a moment to pretend to think. “Hmm… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt…” After a pause he patted his lap. “Come hither.”

You tried not to look excited. As quickly as a mouse to cheese, you plopped down onto his lap, cuddling up to him. 

Snatcher chuckled, his purple form providing a surprisingly comfortable perch. You could feel a sense of warmth emanating from him, despite the lack of true physicality. It was a small comfort, a reminder that even in this ethereal existence, there were ways to find solace… Though, you wondered how he was able to sit down for so long without phasing through the chair… maybe it was an experience thing?

As you settled down in Snatcher's lap, he produced a worn, leather-bound book from the folds of existence, teleporting it to his clawed hands. It was adorned with cryptic symbols and strange glyphs, a testament to the otherworldly nature of this place.

He flipped it open, revealing the unique language used. “I’ll read it to you,” he told you, likely seeming your bewildered expression. "Now, let's see what tale we can unearth from the annals of Subcon's history," he mused, his eyes glowing faintly as he flipped through the first few pages. “It’s been a while since I’ve read this…” 

“...Anal?” Your lips quivered upwards as you tried not to laugh.

“Annals, as in yearly.” He pouted. “Silly ghost.”

After a moment his clawed fingers passed over the ancient text, expertly navigating the script and reading it aloud. The words he spoke seemed to come alive, weaving a vivid mental tapestry of Subcon's past. It was a tale of struggles, of rebirth, and of the enduring spirit that lived on in this forest.

…You rubbed your eyes, leaning back into him and getting comfortable. Although sleeping was a bit… difficult to do as a ghost, you found yourself drowsing off, head bopping a few times before settling backwards, against his chest. Although you were always interested to learn more, he was just too comfortable to lay on.

You weren’t exactly sure when you fell asleep, but reality faded away as you snuggled up to him, resting in his lap and comforted by his soothing, rumbling voice…

[deyasworld]

@ponderousorb

Just a silly idea I had about a haunted or cursed doll that gets picked up by a doll modder & given a makeover.

[bigbababooeyboobies]

pov you’re eclipse

[superbellsubways]

it's her

[jaerockyaoi]

soundwave for my dad's birthday 👍 he likes soundwave too so yaheee

[kenchann]

let them cook (bake)

[autopiloted]

#cuuuute!! #love the textures :) #outer wilds

Done!! I kinda rushed it sadly.. but i'm glad of how it looks! My friends are always victims of my current interests..

Also i just realized i forgot to shade some parts.. Shoot..

[silverlunarella]

Came up with my own lore for the Dino Scratch mod. 🥹

[charl0ttan]

hot girl shit

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

i neeeed drunk arthur sneaking into reader’s tent for your writing sprint!! 🫶🫶🫶 all the fluff and arthur being touchy yet uncoordinated

Haha this one is so sweet and fun!! Loved writing it!! Thank you so much for your ask, little anon 🫶

A close sound suddenly pulls you out of Moprheus's realm, the darkness of the night still deep and thick as your eyes struggle to open. There's definitely someone outside your tent, a blurred form moving at the entrance.

The flaps suddenly open as the person stumbles inside, boots bumping into the little piece of furniture you use as a dressing table, dragging your belongings down with it. You hear the intruder curse an annoyed "Ah, shit!" and mumble an unaudible complaint.

"Arthur, is that you, honey?" You manage to ask in a sleepy voice, amusement starting to creep onto your face as you're realising what's happening. The outlaw snaps his head in your direction, and you catch his toothy smile even in the obscurity.

"Dar -hic!- ling! I didn't want t-to wake ya up."

He instantly let all the objects he had gathered to clean up his mess go, your little mirror crashing onto the ground. You sigh in a half-amused, half-desperate way. He is so drunk. "It's okay, big boy, come here." You whisper to him, pulling up your blanket and opening your arms.

Arthur doesn't even bother (or remember) to undress. He walks with difficulty to your cot, tripping at every step, hat falling on the ground during his final swing to you. He collapses almost entirely on you and instantly nestles his head into the crook of your neck, his burning body pressed against yours as your arms close their embrace around him. He's all messy and clumsy, the opposite of his usual attentive and restrained self, almost crushing you under him. You can still feel his huge torso hiccup and one of his legs is hanging off the bed. He speaks against your neck, the sound entirely muffled, and you assume by his intonation that he had said he loved you.

"Love you too, sweetie." You coo to him fondly. One of his hands not so subtly reaches for your chest, grabbing one breast and sighing contently. By the weight of him on your chest, you can feel he's already almost asleep, feeling his beatific smile on his face against your skin.

His snoring and heat soon accompany you back to sleep, too.

[nbjetsam]

I'm actually surprised it took this long for someone to do this!

12. Clue

Where else in London are you supposed to get a 2000 year old cursed book?

[artsty33]

I finished it! I will probably post speedpaint too :)

[neprezi]