#(Host)

[krossan]

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

I know there's more, but still

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres • techno-horror

techno-horror is a subgenre of horror fiction where the major source of horror is modern technology. it focuses on how technology can be a force of evil, either in its own right or as pawns of mad scientists/engineers. another form of techno-horror is the inclusion of technology into otherwise classical horror narratives. an example is the evolving j-horror genre: classical "scares", such as ghosts, spirits, curses, etc., propagate via hi-tech media: computer networks, cell phones, etc. here, modern technology is not a threat per se, but rather a new conduit for various dark forces. the subgenre is notably most popular in the western world and japan, with little prominence elsewhere in the world.

[eyebaus]

thingy

[msbonniemoving]

Yoooo I haven’t posted in a while

Have an art dump

[angeltreasure]

Isn’t it ironic that stolen consecrated Eucharists are abused at some Satanic black masses (and by other people for abuse), and yet only one third of Catholics actually believe in the Transubstantiation of the consecrated Eucharist? Even Satan recognizes Jesus is truly present, body, blood, soul, and divinity within the consecration of the Eucharist and wine. And yet… so many do not believe in our Lord’s words. Why don’t you???

[ne0nwithazero]

UPDATE - Heya! This reference is VERY outdated, please use the new one ^^

Mike's ref and some extra stuff :)

📺 Host's Ref

[system-we-know]

Remember to kiss your headmate homies goodnight

[positivitycombopack]

Shout out to System Hosts who are NOT considered “the original” or “like the body.”

Got an introject (fictional or factual) as a host alter? Beautiful. Splendid. You’re radiant.

Got a nonhuman host? Incredible. Bravo. I am so in awe of you.

Got a host whose gender is entirely different from the body’s AGAB? So impressed with how you’re doing. You’re stunning.

Got a host who is 100% different from what others expect? You’ve got this. You’re amazing. You’re you, and that’s something to be proud of every day!

[sardonic-the-writer]

hey sard!!

so i have a request for the egos!! feel free not to do it since it's,,,,, slightly? nsfw??

but id really like to know what after-care with them would be like!! i feel like they'd all be super sweet :3

g/n, too if you can :))

- ⚡

Not doing Mark for obvious reasons. But I love this ask!

━DARKIPLIER ☆

He's ever the gentleman.

Classic warm wash cloth and holding you untill you drift off too sleep. If you're up for it he'll even take a nice warm bath with you; washing your hair with wonderfully scented oils. Massage time too. I ueadcanon that Dark gives the best massages, Wilford coming in as a close second.

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

Most of his after care comes when you've already fallen asleep.

He's not used to giving after care much less receiving it. So the first few times it'll be rocky. In fact it takes him a while to even do after care. The whole reason he started was becuase Dark had berated him for not taking care of you after sex.

But eventually he gets into a routine. Lay there next to you untill you fall asleep, make sure you're not hurt, fill up a glass of water for when you wake up, and then climb back into bed

━WILFORD ☆

He's curtious and loving like Dark, just a lot more loud and expressive about it (if that makes sense). Always shushes you and urges you to take a nap afterwards. Makes sure you drunk a bottle of water and eat something too. Most of the time the food he offers you are sweets and caffinated drinks, things that you have to turn down for more appropriate foods.

━YANCY ☆

PLEASEEEE LET THIS MAN GIVE YOU AFTER CARE PLEASEEEE. He will be so sweet about it making sure you're okay in every way possible.

"Are youse hungry?" "Was I's too rough?" "Dos youse wants me to stay?" "Youse did a wonderful job." "I love youse <3"

━ENGINEER ☆

Kinda just, peppers you with loving kisses untill one of you passes out. It's not much, but it helps to remind you that he loves you even without having to say anything.

━ACTOR ☆

"You-" [*kisses forhead*] "-did splendid my dearest. So proud of you."

The softest you'll probably ever see Actor. Please cherish it and him.

━ILLINOIS ☆

Such a mama's boy. And by that I mean Illinois knows how to treat you right.

Look up "polite" and "caring" in the dictionary and you'll find a picture of a sexy adventurer next to it

━GOOGLEIPLIER ☆

Hes...complicated. Like I've said before Google isn't a very affectionate person. Physical and verbal comfort is far and inbetween.

But at the same time he's not a total ass (even if his asshole-ry isn't on purpose.) Google more of a doctor than a partner in this situation. Shoves water and food at you and tells you to sleep becuase "the top ten results for after care all list to get some rest."

He's trying

━HOST ☆

"Host looks over at (Y/n). He observes as they look back at him with tired eyes. Host does not like how exhausted they look, even though he did enjoy them screaming his name.

Host is now getting up to go run them a bath."

[krossan]

There is an entity living inside. It instinctively protects its vessel, providing the human half to take full control of the entity’s persona and harness its abilities for them to use at their will. A ghost is the soul projecting itself as this corporeal body, built from the collective emotions left imprinted before its death. But living as halfas -the soul that never detached from its mortal body- all these variated sentiments never cease. Humanity nullifies the possible outbursts caused by all the accumulated sensations. But one should never meddle with that. This anchor should never be tampered with. Doing so can leave grave consequences.

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

DEMON PARASITE 

by Andres Rios

[guysofeurovision]

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Oh Timur 🤗

[eyebaus]

test o_o

[weirdlyobsessedwithegos]

The Host x reader

Anon: “I can’t help that I’m curious.” w/ host

Combined with an idea that I had a while back that fit the prompt well, thank you anon for blowing life back into that! Warning for blood and some gore. (Hosts has no eyes under his face cloth)

Wordcount: 1.2k+

The Host’s narration was almost always constant, and over time you had come to appreciate his voice as you’ve grown to be friends. Eventually it even evolves into teetering on the edge of something more.

He’s a strange man (or whatever he is) for sure, but you enjoy his company.

You know not many do, and that he trusts even fewer, so you don’t want to squander that in any way.

Which is why, one day when you notice there is more blood than normal coming from the cloth tied around his face, you’re cautious to approach him about it. (It surely says something about you that you even notice.)

You find him in the kitchen, waiting for the water kettle to boil, a cup with a teabag in it on the counter in front of him. You see him wipe at his chin with a blue handkerchief, a few drops of blood getting away from it and staining his hand.

“Host?”

“The Host turns around to indicate that he has heard you, and asks what?”

“You okay?” You notice that his cloth is almost soaked through, and that there is already a new streak of blood going down his left cheek.

“The Host explains it has been a rough couple of weeks, but that he is fine.”

“Don’t lie, I know you don’t bleed this much normally.” Host actually startles a little at that, twitching for a brief second.

“The Host did not know you knew that.” He wipes at his face again, narrating still as you watch the motion.

“I care for you, of course I notice.” You let the words linger, but Host doesn’t say anything directly to you, instead narrating that the kettle is done, but that it goes ignored by you both. “Can I help in any way?”

“The Host frowns, before saying that there is, but he does not know if you will be able to do it.”

“Please, Host, just let me help you.”

“The Host sighs, then explains that he needs to change out the cloth that covers his face, as the one he is currently wearing is not doing its intended purpose.” Your answer is quick, with no hesitation.

“I can do that.” The Host’s narration stops for the briefest of seconds, one of the few ways you have learnt he shows surprise.

“The Host does still not quite believe you, but he abandons his tea to take you up on that offer.” He leaves the kitchen and you follow.

He takes you to his bedroom, and then to his en suite bathroom. It’s nothing big, just a shower and toilet on one side, and a sink with a drawers below and a mirror above it on the opposite wall. You wonder why a man that can’t see has a mirror, but you suspect that the bathroom was just built like that originally.

You stay in the doorway while he rummages around in the drawers, pulling out a new cloth, some towels, and wet wipes. He places it on the counter before turning towards you.

“The Host explains that the towels are to wipe away most of the blood, and then it is best to go over with the wet wipes. The Host also expresses gratitude. The Host says this is because sometimes he will accidentally poke at sensitive areas with the wet wipe when he does this himself, and that is not a pleasant sensation.”

You frown, even though you don’t know yet what hides under his face cloth, you can guess, and it sounds right that that would hurt.

Host keeps narrating as he sits himself down on the toilet lid with a towel in his lap.

He reaches up behind his head to untie the knot that keeps the cloth in it’s place, keeping his face tilted slightly forward. He struggles with it for a few seconds, and you wonder briefly about how often he normally changes it.

Finally getting the cloth undone, he lets it fall in his lap, but he keep his head down. You can’t fully see hat was hidden by the cloth like this, but you can when you step closer and til his head up with a hand under his chin.

Where his eyes should be there are just bloody holes.

It’s not only that, there is some fully black darkness making it look like you’re seeing inside a black void, but mostly it is red and irritated flesh, blood seeping out from it.

Perhaps you should be scared or terrified of what you see, but if anything, you only feel sorry for what pain it must cause Host.

You briefly turn around to get a towel, and start wiping over his chin and cheeks, soaking up as much blood as you can. You keep your hand on Host chin, and can feel his mouth move as he keeps narrating, voice so low that you can barely hear it.

It’s the quietest you have heard him, and you wonder why that is.

You also wonder how he lost his eyes (or perhaps he never had any in the first place?), but you do not want to pry, so you stay silent as you switch over to cleaning with the wet wipes.

“The Host knows you want to ask about his eyes.” His voice is clear, more of a normal volume, but he sounds tired. You hum, tilting his head so you can catch a drop of blood that almost makes it to his ear.

“I can’t help that I’m curious.” You glance at the holes in his face. “But I won’t.”

“The Host is grateful for that.” He sits quietly for a few seconds, not even narrating before he addresses you again. “The Host is also surprised that you are doing this, that you haven’t run away in disgust.” You shrug, trying to see if there is any more blood to clean up before you put on a new cloth.

“I guess I’ve never really been the squeamish type.” You pick up the clean cloth from the counter, holding it up in front of him. “May I?”

“The Host says yes, tilting his head forward so you can easily tie it behind his head.” You do just that, slipping it over his face, once more covering the holes in his face, being careful to not tie the cloth too tight or too loose. You tug lightly on it to test how it fits, and Host gently touches your wrist.

“The Hosts says it is fine, and thanks you for helping him.”

“Anytime.” You lean forward and plant a chaste kiss on his forehead. The Host chuckles as he stands up, putting the towel and the old stained cloth on the counter.

“The Host thinks you are a strange one. Not many people are able to see the true look of the Host’s face, and no one has ever kissed it afterwards.”

“Well, like I said, I’m not really squeamish. Besides, that was not a real kiss.”

“The Host hears the teasing tone of your voice. Was it not, he asks.” You grin, taking his chin in your hand once more.

“No, but this is.” You lean forward to capture his lips with yours.

[shrineheart]

Bo Burnham's song "Welcome to the Internet" inspired a new character for me. This is Host. He's a personification of the internet. I have doodles of earlier designs for him too because, like the internet, he's changed over time to suit his userbase. This picture is of his current form.