#octohost

[mythbits]

💗 a pair of SAPS 💗

(they then proceeded to trip and fall bcuz trying to dance with eight legs is hard-)

[awholehoststan]

Hey uhh... @mythbits ? I may have made a galaxy edit of Octohost because I love him and your entire AU. I hope you don’t mind. (Everyone who isn’t mythbits, please go check out their blog. This AU is so fun.)

[mythbits]

(dnfs’nasfdkis’ STORM dude i love this so so much)

listen here mx. Storm, we're not getting into that Today

- mythbits

I made the mistake of reading this in class and nearly gave myself away I was trying so hard not to laugh XDD I asked because, well, this came to mind: 

The Host’s shoulders lifted as his body tensed, tentacles curling up against his body involuntarily as hot air blew across his back, disrupting his hair and leaving his gills vulnerable. It took conscious effort not to grimace or otherwise cringe away from the sensations, the steely gaze of the protective golem palpable even without narration. However, he couldn’t suppress the great shudder that ran up his spine when a massive cold wet nose pressed boldly against his skin, hands balling into shaky fists and goosebumps rising across his arms. Faint whiskers tickled his neck, flexing and wiggling as the Sphinx sniffed curiously, more large huffs of hot meat scented breath threatening to choke the half-cephalopod. 

“Host,” Blue warned lightly, although it was hard to tell which of them he was talking to- the siren turned octopus or the Sphinx. Most likely his master, although the Host could never be too careful in this situation, especially as he felt the curl of a lip behind him. It was all too easy to imagine the massive fangs in that gaping maw, as long as his head and gleaming white. Last he’d checked, sushi was not on the menu today. 

Apparently, his feline counterpart didn’t receive that memo because the rasp of a rough bumpy tongue licked up the Host’s neck, curling over the back of his head and flicking up over his forehead, pulling all of his hair forward and into his face. He would forever deny the undignified squeaking noise he most definitely did not make, as well as the way his tentacles writhed and spasmed under him, tangling into disturbed knots of anxiety as the full force of the sensation settled into his mind and body. 

“Host!” Blue snapped, sounding both annoyed and resigned, as if he had the ability of foresight instead of them and had expected this to happen. 

Iplier, a presence the Host had pretty much forgotten at this point, snickered at his side, chittering with poorly concealed laughter. He gave up all pretense of politeness a moment later, loud guffaws of amusement finally convincing the Host to take a moment and gather stock of his surroundings, at least to distract himself from the rapidly cooling saliva sticking his hair up in ridiculous configurations. 

His mind’s eye supplied him with the admittedly hilarious expression upon the Sphinx’s face; lips curled and muzzle scrunched, the beast had stuck his tongue out and turned his nose up, as if he’d licked a lemon instead of his counterpart. 

“Salty,” the Sphinx supplied in a deep rumbling voice, lifting a paw to rub at his mouth, although the action didn’t seem to help much. 

“What were you expecting?” Iplier wheezed, leaning against him now, which seemed like a bit much but the Host allowed it. He lifted a tentacle to rub over his hair, pushing it away from his sodden bandages and into a poor semblance of neatness. He froze again, however, when the looming presence of the Sphinx returned, hot breath and- 

“Well don’t do it again!” Iplier cried, near-hysterical in his belly laughs as he squeezed himself between the two, pushing at the Sphinx’s nose to get him to back off.  

[dhamaniasad]

dhamaniasad starred octohost/octohost

Feb 10, 2017

[mythbits]

Siren Author is lovely and I would love to hear him sing

[text in image reads: “Well, aren’t you just so sweet?”]

(he’s not much of a singer but he does have…a way with words)

[mythbits]

Wanna hug OctoHost wanna hug OctoHost wanna love the baby boi --

“The Host is not that good a hugger in comparison to Wilford, but he will try his best.”

plus a bonus sketchy host pile!

[mythbits]

Just smooch his forehead but I'm so short I can't reach Hosts forehead pls get down here so I can give you a lil smooch right on the forehead

(despite him being Tall Bastard, you may give him….a smooch on the forehead. as little a treat.)

[mythbits]

Oh, this was wrong. This was terribly, terribly wrong.

The Host doesn’t remember the feeling of muffled calm surrounding him, covering him like an all too familiar blanket. He doesn’t remember the absence of the warmth his clothes brought him, only to be replaced by the chilling cold of the water around him. He doesn’t remember feeling as if he was submerged in the bathtub back home. He doesn’t-

Home. This…this wasn’t home. 

This was nowhere near home. He couldn’t see the familiar twists and turns of the manor’s hallways. He couldn’t hear the familiar sounds and ambiance of the others, couldn’t see the familiar rooms that he and the others called home.

This wasn’t…where was he?

Murmuring his familiar narrations to himself to regain his bearings, the Host’s hands started to shake as he began to see a face, more faces, then far too many faces. Far too many people, humans, surrounding him with their eyes all on him, their voices muffled some but still reaching his ears. He could see people, some young as they tapped on the glass encasing him (glass? why is there..) in curiosity, the sound muffled as well, but still jarring. Murmur narrating further, he could see even more people, all walking around without a care in the world and with no regards to his slowly mounting stress.

Curling his tentacles around the rocks (rocks? this is..) in a small attempt at comfort, at hiding, he scratched at his gills and eyes in frustration as he tried to recall his foggy memories. Where was he? How did..how did he get here? Why were…why were there so many people? Damn it, why can’t he remember?

He wanted to cry out to someone, anyone that could hear “get me out, please!” in a small attempt at freedom, but quieted the feeling and stopping his scratching, as he realized that it would be a waste of breath. For when he continued to feel the numerous eyes of the humans on him, with the faint weight of the tracking collar on his neck (like an animal…), and with his memories no clearer than they were before, the Host realized it would be a long while before anybody found him.

Found him encased in an aquarium like an exotic animal.

[mythbits]

what did siren author look like tho?

roughly something like this! I feel like he'd be something similar to an eel (if I'm going for smooth) or barracuda (if i'm going for rough)

[mythbits]

Octohost and HarpyEric? Are they friends?

yes, they are! they like to enjoy each other’s company in the manor library a lot. Eric likes to listen to Host’s stories from time to time, and Host enjoys when Eric adds silly bits to his stories, too, i think!

[mythbits]

I know that host thing is meant to be sad; but the aquarium would get a bad reputation if they had an octodude flipping kids off and swearing at customers.

nios[dfnsa god you’re not wrong! host resorts to Direct Action to in order to be let out

[mythbits]

I bet being hugged by all those tentacles would feel nice

…is…is the Host asleep? huh, it seems he is. 

to be honest, you expected yourself to pass out at some point. 

be it from the warmth of the Host’s tentacles wrapped comfortably around you or the snug feeling of the smooth appendages acting similar to that of a hug, you figured you’d be off to dreamland by now.

but with slow, steady breathing and light snores coming from the Host, it seems your reading companion has already dozed off before you.

now the question is: how do you get out? because the suckers on these things don’t seem to be going slack anytime soon.

[mythbits]

can i see host? i wonder how he looks

(he looks like this! for the most part, he’s pretty much same ol’ Host with some ‘minor’ additions)

[mythbits]

I love one octopus man and it's the Host. He gets all.of my love ever

[text in image reads: “The Host appreciates the support, dear anon.”]

(and i’m glad you like this octopus man!)

[mythbits]

Look on the bright side, Hosty may be in a zoo, but at least he isn't in a restaurant

For a second, the Host thinks on this, wondering if being kept in a restaurant as someone’s to-be expensive dinner is better than being kept in a glass box prison full of filtered water. (then he wonders if simply being harpooned would be the best option. it isn’t, of course)

“The Host sighs and supposes that you’re right, seeing as this very much a unique situation. If there is another ‘bright side’, the Host can at least be hospitable to aquarium goers in his own way.”

[mythbits]

Mkay, but will his magic or willpower do anything if I say that I hypothetically dump salt into his eyes 🔪🥄

“Oh, dear anon, I won’t need either in order to teach you a bit of basic respect. In fact, I won’t even have to lift a finger.”

(he won’t need either, so Don’t.)