#the snatcher x self ship

[hostess-of-horror]

If your ship was a monster romance novel , what would be the title?

I'm assuming you mean as a romance novel title for my Snatcher self-ship, so...

"The Bride's Death Wish"

@darkmedolie @tiramegtoons @medys-space

[tiramegtoons]

stupid fish

[darkmedolie]

spooning (but snatcher is the little spoon).

[soda-chips]

There Was Only One Bed ( twin size edition )

Alternatively

[masochismustango]

HOLY-MOLY, SHE DRAWS! (once a year, lol)

Greetings! 🧛🏻‍♀️

Well, that’s my second (and third on Instagram) time when I publish self inserts interacting with the favorite characters of mine, what is… a kind of selfship as well. I don’t think I should be embarrassed about it, ‘cause selfshipping’s a popular thing nowadays. If I’m not mistaken, of course ^^’’’

Anyway! As a person who’s fallen for Archibald Snatcher, the main bad guy from “The Boxtrolls”, I had to bring more self made content of him to the fandom… including his fabulous alter-ego, Madame Frou Frou.~💖

Some ridiculous fun fact: Madame Frou Frou woke gay panic up inside me before having a huge crush on Archie in general, so that is also the reason I have decided to portray us together. And I would like to add that she made me love and accept the feminine part of myself observing it from the different point of view as well, that’s why I love this big in all means queer meanie - I am too, though I am much smaller! C:

Hope you like it! ✌🏻

p.s. the versions without the text and vignette!

[snarlesofthesewers]

"its cold and dark out in the rain maybe we should get a bit closer.. think of it like huddling for warmth during a snowstorm"

[an-incorrect-quote-in-time]

Y/N: You have to apologize to them, Snatcher. Snatcher: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

[valerian-insomniac]

I doodled a Prince Doll at work and I have been obsessed with this little beanie baby ever since.

Look at him. Look at this precious boye.

He knows it's cute-

[northbeastart]

He likes to watch me paint. As one does.

Buy me a coffee?

[seafoodsoda]

I never know what size to make he. But. Your honor I love. Him. 💖💝💘💘💕💝💗💞💖 I have more dood les I never share but you can have this one tonight don’t let the flame die

[hostess-of-horror]

Kiss of Blood 🥀

A Vampire!Snatcher x Reader Fanfic

@tiramegtoons @darkmedolie @hotpinkboots @trashdork @thereaderinsertlady @lulu-baked-beans @lemonbaloni @minnesotamedic186 @medys-space

This is very, very, VERY self-indulgent – but I assume you knew that already once you read the title. Every day is a day closer to Halloween.

Content Includes: Suggestiveness and Blood Drinking

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The Snatcher could not help but stare.

There before him was his latest victim – a young, unsuspecting maiden, asleep in her bed. His eyes wandered the more he looked upon her. What should have been an easy task, just like the hundreds – thousands – before her, became a moment of pause. Her bosom rose and fell softly with every breath. The sheets cradled her curves; a sight waiting to be revealed. He felt his fingers twitch with anticipation, wanting to tear away the cover from the bed. As hungry as he was, his contemplation became desire.

He wanted to tear away at her.

The sound of her heartbeat grew louder. Each pulse made him salivate, swallowing and licking his lips in order to quench his thirst. He could not take it anymore. His claws reached over and around the maiden, clutching the sheets as he began to crawl. Her warmth drew him in even closer, her scent invading his senses. Whether it was her blood or her perfume did not matter – she was perfect. Addicting, even. He did the best he could not to give in and immediately feed on her. This mortal was a delicacy to savor, a work of art to admire for all time. Who said that you could not eat your cake and have it too?

And there it was. The maiden's elegant, swan-like neck.

The Snatcher could feel the blood rushing through her veins, just beneath the skin. Her soft, unbroken skin. Just inches away, his mouth held agape out of instinct, ready for the kill. His fangs ached. He was so close, so very close. He slipped his hand into her fingers and tightly grasped her hand. His cold breath – the shiver of hunger – suddenly woke the maiden from her slumber.

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You sprang from your bed. You had felt a creeping sensation and, once you laid your eyes on the creature before you, your instincts were correct. Its hand clasped over your lips before you even had a chance to scream. As you prepare to fight back, the creature wrapped his arm around your waist, sending an almost paralyzing chill down your spine. It hushed in your ear, like how a mother would quiet her weeping child. Your body quivered in fear, unable to struggle from its strangely soothing embrace. You felt its hand caress down to your lower back, the other releasing your mouth to trace your hair back. Its lips was so close to your throat.

“Shhhhh...” the creature shushed, “Quiet now... No need to fear. I am not going to kill you, my sweet.” Confusion flooded your mind. You opened your mouth to speak, but the delicate, tender touch rendered you speechless. A spell had been cast upon you, plunging you into a wave of calmness. You began to melt in its arms. “That's right. Relax, darling... Let me...” its voice trailed off as it buried its face into your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair. It let out a rumbling purr, exhaling in satisfaction. It continued, “You are so... Mesmerizing. You know that? I don't know if anyone has told you that. But that doesn't matter. What truly matters is that this king will finally have his queen.” Your eyes widen at its proposal. The creature then wrapped its snake-like lower body around yours, shifting itself and you into the bed. It finally lifted itself from your neck to gaze into your eyes. Its eyes shone bright gold, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom. You could not help but gaze back.

“You will make a perfect queen.” the creature wooed, “Such beauty must not go to waste. And your innocence... Oh, your innocence. I cannot wait to taint it, to strip it from your very soul. From this night forth, you will know luxuries and pleasures no other mortal has ever possessed. Our passion will be zealous as it will be terrifying. You will be a ruler among the darkness, and none shall dare defy you. From this moment on, you are my bride... My paramour... My equal.”

With every word it spoke, you became fainter and fainter. The spell had become stronger, making your head spin and float with ecstasy. This blissful feeling was surprisingly nice. The fear you had before dissipated into a warm sensation. Your heart fluttered as the words of affection echoed inside your mind. Within seconds, the idea of being the bride of a living shadow sounded lovely to you. Your head fell back into your pillow, unable to hold itself up anymore. The creature hummed as it delicately traced your bare neck and down to your chest. Your heart jumped at the touch. Its hands guided yours, gently motioning you to grab the back of his hair and spine. It buried itself into your neck back again, this time making the embrace more comfortable and intimate. “Good girl...” the creature purred softly.

The bite, at first, was painful, but only for a few seconds. You felt its body tighten its grip as it began to drink. Its tongue lapped your blood at such an excruciating pace, taking its time clasping its lips on the wound. Your breathing hitched, holding on to your newfound lover. This signaled the creature to go even further. With one rough sip, it releases its fangs from your neck, leaving you panting for more. You looked up to see its mouth oozing with crimson. If you had your sane consciousness, you would have screamed in terror. But instead, in your feverish rapture, you rose from your fainting spell and kissed him. You could taste your own blood on your tongue, but you didn't care. You wanted more. You craved more.

And, that night, your wish was granted.

[tiramegtoons]

This is how it all started

[darkmedolie]

Since its Christmas, what kind of present would Snatcher give to Medo? And what would Medo give to Snatcher?

(i'm finishing this way too late but what medo wanted to give him was souls like in this previous post .

and Snatcher...

he made her feather wings !

[sillygooberluna]

My persona uwu

[vertebrates-and-pieces]

Decided to sketch out a particularly juicy scene from my Snatcher selfship plotline then had to step back halfway in and acknowledge the fact that I'm drawing a serious argument between two noodles...

[snarlesofthesewers]

snarles is... quite starved for attention