Individual pics from the project !
@mythbits and ofc my au blog @mythos-egos Come check the complete thing HERE !

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Individual pics from the project !
@mythbits and ofc my au blog @mythos-egos Come check the complete thing HERE !
Finally got around to digitalize the doodles I made for @mythbits :3 Check the original here ! Close ups under the cut + tag list !
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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.
idk if this quite counts as a 'yearning yancy' prompt, But Consider: yancy who realized that he may not have held your hand much during your time in the prison (assuming you chose to leave) and because of this, likes to imagine how your hands would fit in his, how soft/rough they'd feel, how touched/untouched by time and life they are; just yearning to hold your hands in his and make you feel safe because 'he's got youse now, no need to worry none' - mythbits
I feel like it fits really well so- here comes the Yearncy wjHSHSJ
Look at this fool
@mythbits
Been thinking ‘bout @mythbits‘ fluffy pink lion boi and naturally my train of thought scolded me for not drawing Sand in forever, so I did both because I do what I damn please!!
So I saw @mythbits Sphinx Wilford and though
What if him big and Y/N smol
The first set of edits for this absolute mountain of edits I’m making for @mythbits myth ego AU!!! I love this AU and their art a whole lot!! You should check them out!!! Give them some love!!!
We’ve got Sphinx Wilford, Hellhound Dark, and Ultimate Feral Cowboy Ed
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.)