#human snatcher

[tiramegtoons]

"NOT SO MUCH OF A MATCHSTICK NOW, HUH?" [chuckles from him] "YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU LOOK A BIT... UNCOMFORTABLE, SO HOW ABOUT I GIVE YOU SOME MESSAGES? HOW DOES THAT SOUND?"

"Massages..?"

"YOU KNOW, LIKE- [visibly nervous] LIKE THE ONES YOU GAVE ME ON HARVEST MOON NIGHT."

[thought clicks] "Oh, that!" [laughs] "Wow, you can't even say it!"

"I-I- [scoffs]

[laughter dies down]

"Um... touche." [awkward pause]

[ketchup112]

AJ is indeed tall 6 feet 11 inches or 83 inches

Snatcher was bigger than her but as a human he is average height for a male Who

5 feet 9 inches or 69 inches

[acedream64]

oh no bro... 😢

[mothhue]

Some space-filling shapeshifting

[alpoocka]

The last one post of AU made me think about “what scientific directions the characters are predisposed to?”

Based on memes about the struggle of humanities students with physics and mathematics, this was drawn. Of course, most likely Snatcher also knows chemistry, but we will omit this for comic effect, just as he omitted it to focus on the quarrel with Hat kid

I do not call for quarrels, this is not a reason for disputes, (just in case!) All sciences are important and necessary!!!

[eldritchamy]

I've only known HDG existed for like 3 weeks, and the amount of people I've dragged into it with me continues to be HILARIOUS.

I was already a walking cognitohazard.

Now I have the power of the ultimate trans girl infohazard at my disposal. You are all but fertile soil for my plague of brainworms. I'm going to erotically betray every single one of you.

[small-brain-hourz]

Guys you don’t understand the way I feel about them

And I can never forget the amazing oh the humanity au that @doodledrawsthings crafted back in the day 😩

[rhinestoneartist]

you know when you're drawing something and then you end up drawing something else.

also has it really been 2 years since i uploaded art here? holy shit.

[masochismustango]

hear me out cake from insta, ‘cause yeah

[lairde-lampblack]

carefully sets down an au ive decided to call a hat on broadway. its an actor au where instead of puppets n stuff, its a broadcasted stage play. yes i made there be two mjs. i wanted to.

one mj is the son of the investors that gets added to casts because its part of investment deals, the other is the sibling of the actor that plays the prince and the snatcher when casting is all done

genuinely super proud of these designs, especially cooking cat and dj grooves and the snatcher costume.

i have SOME human names for the them.

- moby connors as the conductor

- d'jaune grover as dj grooves

- hibiscus creek aka biscut as the florist

- martin jay kellen as mean mj

- mitchell jean ludros as nice mj

- luke ludros as the prince and snatcher

- vanessa hebes as queen vanessa

[tiramegtoons]

[tripmine-freak]

So... A hat in time huh?

I've been loving tjis stupid ghost since I was 12 its wild

Close ups:

I'm gonna colour the first one

[paper-star-ships]

Let my man go! He did it all but I don't care!

[bittybattybunny]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24045355/chapters/165581383

IDK why link posts are still so bloody broken but hey look a proper TLC update!

[dreamer-after-dark]

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Part One

Panty Snatcher Part Two Wally Gaslights You

Stalker/Gaslighting

Word Count: 978

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Smoke flowed out in airy waves from the open doorway. You could feel the thick cloud swirling around your exposed calves. Wally's room had changed from the last you saw of it. New paintings were hung up on the walls, each one full of unblinking eyes that shifted in the eerie shading of blacklight.

One in particular drew your attention. The canvas was large and at first looked to be covered in random splotches of paint. The closer you moved the more the random lines pieced together. It was a face left expressionless save for two large eyes glaring down at you. The head was propped up on the intertwined fingers of delicate hands. Under the gentle strobing green light and still blacklight it looked alive and seemed to be staring directly at you.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

You were startled by the person you were meant to confront, "Where are my- my clothes?"

Despite the little smile on his mauve lips he looked offended by your presence, "Feel free to check around, neighbor."

Wally sat at his desk with his head propped on his palm. His leg was crossed one over the other. Wally was watching you. Most of the smoke had cleared from the room. The lack of oxygen and layered lighting was causing you a headache. His eyes never faltered as you turned away from him. The blinds were pulled to the side and the window was ripped open. The summer breeze rushed in still thick with the scent of wet dirt.

"This kind of weather ruins my work," He complained, but didn't rise to stop you, "At least, if I had an incomplete project out."

Wally's eyes were on your legs as you stuck your top half out the window. His free hand gripped his ankle. Your fingers wrapped around the grate of the fire escape. The leftover rain was cold from the night air. Chipped paint dug against your flesh as you breathed in lungfuls of fresh air. Once your mind had calmed you slipped back inside.

You didn't look at him as you moved towards his bed shoved between his desk and the second window. It was meticulously made with sheets folded just so and pillows arranged against the headboard. It almost pained you to rip the pillows from their place, but it had to be done. For your sanity and for your missing panties. When nothing was found beneath the pillows you pulled away the blanket letting it drop to the floor.

Next you lifted the mattress, finding only a diary underneath, "My most private of private things."

The mattress dropped back atop the steel frame. Save for his closet, vanity, and desk there wasn't much else to look at. You picked the vanity next. As you looked over the rather expensive collection of eyeshadow, foundation, mascara, and any other necessary tools Wally kept neatly packed away, the seeds of uncertainty sprouted. You hesitated.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Asked politely, but the hint of en edge grated against you prickling the hair on the back of your neck.

With a sigh you turned around, arms crossed in front of you, "No."

"I wouldn't steal your things, Y/N," The edge had left his voice, "I am worried about you."

"Another pair went missing while I was in the shower. I just- I thought-,"

As sweet as candy he replied, "You thought I took it?"

You nod unable to conjure the words needed to explain your stress.

"And you trashed my bed for that reason?" He asked.

You nod.

He laughed, waving it off, "At least you didn't destroy my makeup. That is an expensive collection."

"I'm sorry, Wally." You finally say. Anything else died in your throat, choking you up. You bent down to pick up his ruined blanket.

"Y/N you're fine! You might just be paranoid with Sally's list and all." Wally trailed off.

A little quieter, "Were you.. wearing any today?"

"I'm not really sure anymore," It was hard to admit, "I stopped wearing any as of late. It feels easier not to."

"Do you still want those boxers I offered?"

"Uh, yeah," It felt rude to reject his offer after accusing him of something as dirty as panty snatching, "I'll take them."

Wally brightened at this. Standing up from his seat he moved to the closet opening one of the sliding doors. You peeked at all the clothes carefully folded away on the shelves. You took a few steps forward trying to get a better look. The screen of his computer illuminated your face. Your eyes were drawn to the large curved screen.

On it a website with a dark color scheme was left open. Scanning the words you figured it had to do with some art techniques you had no hope of understanding. Your eyes moved to the several tabs at the top of the browser. Each one was shortened, but you recognized the beginnings of a username. Your brows furrowed as you stepped closer.

Wally stepped in front of you holding the pack of boxers to your face. The sudden interruption caused you to flinch, your eyes meeting with his. They were far too wide and far too close. The watchful coldness of his eyes never changed as he contorted his face into a practiced smile.

"Have a good night, darling."

In a blur of motion you were back in your room with a pack of boxers in hand. The door held you up as your legs melted into the floor. All the words that bunched in your throat now settled in your bowels. The sound of labored breathing echoed in the darkness.

Wally Darling knew. He knew about you. About the photos you took and posted for extra money on the side. The tab with the incomplete username was your account.

[saym0-0]

once again insane about udad mechs, i just think that marius and raph would team up for some good ol human experimentation on dubiously dead folks, then chop up the bodies and take em to the acheron, brains for hades, all the good fleshy bits for cerberus, and for some reason persephone keeps requesting the bones