#ocudeus

[karokawwo]

happy pride month touchstarved fandom

[redspringstudio]

Why doesn't Ais like seafood?

It's not that Ais particularly hates seafood. It's just that Ocudeus gets upset when he indulges in anything aquatic… Who knew a █̶̳̻̬̹͉̄̃̒̏̆͆█̷̢̛͓͇̯͋͒̂͝█̷̧̙̥̥͉̈́̅͘͜█̶̧̣͚̦́̍͂��̒̔͠█̸̧̣̺͇͔̜̙͇̈́̐͒̌̅█̵͍̓ could have its feelings hurt? 🐙

[evansuvamp]

I did 2 versions because I felt ike I should hehe.

[anam-mana]

Had so so so much fun with painting and rendering on this one! It’s a collaboration with the awesome @smolderingtides!

Their drawing and inking are so gorgeous! I’m so happy to have made this with them!

[eggroll-sama]

Imagine a bad ending where MC becomes Ocudeus’ pet. It would go something like this:

(SFW, Ocudeus being a bastard, reader is angry. The line about humanity being a disease is inspired by the Matrix)

—————

“What a pretty little thing you are, sparrow.” Ais, no, Ocudeus, pulled you into it’s lap by the leash connected to your neck.

“My little pet,” Ocudeus said, their hands grasping at the back of your head, forcing you to face them. You hated this. Fuck. You searched their red eyes but you knew Ais wasn’t staring back at you, it was something else. You felt his breath on your neck, his touch on your skin, but it wasn’t Ais. They took in your scent, a pleased hum resounding from the monster before you.

“How long I’ve dreamt to have you fully for myself,” Ocudeus whispered in your ear, “How wonderful you are. So beautiful. Ais would’ve never been able to appreciate you as I.” Their hands grazed your cursed arms and you flinched, trying to pull away. They grabbed it anyway.

“What an imbecile.”

They pulled you closer by the wrist, their face to your neck and your bodies pressed together. You tried to resist but it was no use. The monster was stronger. Ocudeus chuckled mockingly and its voice vibrated your core. They tutted their tongue as if scolding you, continuing, “Watching you through his eyes, having to battle with the idiot to feel you, to claim you. Oh, pet, don’t look so angry at me, it was better this way. You just haven’t realized it yet. Ruling the human realm was the best course of action. Humans are such vile creatures. A disease to this planet. They multiply in number, then spread to another location when they’ve completely depleted and destroyed the last one. Eridia’s fate was always going to be destruction, so it is of no matter, really, if I destroy it now.

I despise humanity, but you are my only exception. At least one thing Ais was good for was that he made me realize there are some humans I don’t want to consume through the spring. It’s more enjoyable picking you apart and watch you crumble between my fingers. Till your soul, mind, and body is completely mine. Doesn’t that sound wonderful, love?”

[vermilionsun]

Do you think Ais and Ocudeus have actual conversations between them that look ridiculus if you're not either of them?

For example, Ais talking to himself while pacing around and going "Yes, I know you- Again, it wasn't my fault and you know it.... oh shut up for once, I don't care you're a god this is my head."

or worse case scenario, Ocudeus can talk through Ais' mouth, with the same voice, so he seems even more cuckoo. Maybe something like;

Ocudeus: I want [blank] Ais: Not today buddy Ocudeus: YOU FOOLISH MORTAL, YOU OBEY MINE DIVINITY WHEN I SAY—

[luckyarchivist]

Don’t be afraid, give us more of your Ais/Ocudeus thought crumbs

You mean, like...the spicy thought crumbs? Well, if you insist...

Ais/Ocudeus Sexytoxic HCs

Have been doing some research on The Tumblr and have seen people imply that Ocudeus can actually have full control of Ais's body? Which I guess I should've realized, but now that I have... Oh, the implications.

How many times has Ocudeus hijacked Ais's body when he was in bed with someone else, the odd pupils of his eyes hidden by the darkness?

It definitely taunts Ais, when he has sex with other people. Ocudeus is the awful, intrusive voice in his head that tells him that the person on top of him is totally unaware, lost in pleasure — it would be so easy, and so good, to kill them in this moment.

I think Ais knows from experience how dangerous and cruel Ocudeus can be. He himself has been hurt by it, physically and emotionally — has had those tentacles around his wrists, around his neck. But he's learned to live with its rules, and to play nice with his bodymate.

But when it takes him over and squeezes hips hard enough to bruise, bites until the person underneath its mouth cries out, Ais remembers why he can't get truly close to anyone, especially anyone without their own defenses.

Ocudeus wonders: Would Ais prefer that it just subsume his partners into the groupmind? It's not above dragging people in just to placate its host.

(Ocudeus knows Ais's preference is for conflict with his friends and lovers, but clearly that's an inferior way to live. It just has to convince him that total subservience is best through example! Besides, if Ocudeus rules all minds, there will be no one around to distract, to stop it from consuming every facet of Ais's body and mind, and every corner of his life.)

When they're alone, Ocudeus will take control of Ais's body just to run his hands across it, enjoying the feel of its host's skin under its stolen palms. In Ais's head, Ocudeus is more cut-off from the world, but when it inhabits his body, every sensation is clear and present.

It knows where Ais is most sensitive (because of course it does, knowing this information about its host is absolutely vital) and spends its time leisurely working him up with his own hands, indulgently pleased at the way that Ais fights for control of his own body from within his mind. And right when Ais's body is at its limit, Ocudeus retreats and leaves its host wanting.

Has Ais ever been desperate enough to finish what Ocudeus started, or worse, ask Ocudeus for help? I don't think so, but Ocudeus is very patient. It can wait. It's waited this long.

Of course, sometimes Ocudeus wants its contact with its host to be more...tangible. At night, its tentacles crawl across his skin. It wants to explore him, to please him, maybe to win him over, even as it demands his mental and physical submission.

I do think the tattoo is like a brand — less Ocudeus's actual body, and more a symbol of its presence in Ais's. The black ink squirms and wriggles across Ais's shoulder as Ocudeus's large tentacles caress Ais's skin, creeping under clothing, lavishing something like love onto each centimeter of skin when its host is most vulnerable.

Ocudeus is a terrifying, awe-inspiring being, one that could rend unending torment on any person it chose. It is cruel, and jealous. It demands, and deserves, complete obedience. But its host deserves to be worshipped, too. When he's being cooperative.

[whereporygon]

Do you ever think that Ocudeus gets annoying and Ais, after a brief moment of silent pondering, goes "You know what, I think I'm in the mood for some squid cooked in their own ink", or is that too casual

[carp-from-space]

Offering

[night-crawler08]

What if mc drank from the Seaspring directly after touching someone in the hivemind? Like would they go for them still or would it cancel out? Would the hivemind go for each other?

[karokawwo]

Fondness

Ocudeus x gn!reader

So I went ahead and wrote my own little ocudeus one-shot... It's not much but it's honest work. here you get to be weirded out by the cryptic affection of an eldritch horror.

Ocudeus loves you, but not as a human would.

The Seaspring has been especially uncomfortable lately.

You even hesitated to pass by today, but Ais has been acting so strange you couldn’t help checking in on him. These days he seems distant—the comfortable silence the two of you once shared in the temple now feels awkward, almost painfully so.

Did you upset him? Surely, he’d tell you if that was the case, he’s never been afraid to call you out. Something must be troubling him, maybe one of his brawls went south or Princess hasn’t been eating or one of his teacups broke…

Trying to guess what’s going on in Ais’ head is bound to lead nowhere; if you want to help him is best to ask upfront. Even if he might avoid the question, you won’t be able to say you didn’t try.

And so, you timidly enter the Seaspring.

The motion of the rippling, red water catches your eye, it seems… Lively? As lively as a stagnant lake can look, anyways.

You quickly scan the wooden floors which turn out to be desolate, then shift to the rafters—there he is, staring. Once your eyes find his, a smirk stretches across his face. He might feel down, but nothing gives him greater joy than watching you stumble after him it seems.

You gather your courage, “Ais! I need to ask you something.”

“What’s new,” you roll your eyes at him. Shortly, he drops from the rafters and regards you with a bored expression; he probably thinks you’ll ask about the Seaspring as you’ve done many times already.

“Uh, well…” now that you’re face-to-face the words barely reach you, but you manage to choke out the question, “…Are you good?” his eyebrows raise lightly and you look away, “I mean, it’s just… I’ve noticed you’ve been a little out of it lately, is everything fine?”

When you look back up at him, his brows are furrowed in confusion. Did you guess wrong...?

Suddenly his expression smooths into a grin, “Just a bit tired. No need to worry, sparrow,” he reaches to ruffle your hair, “How nice of you to check in after causing so much trouble.”

Usually, you’d knock his hand away or bite back at the sarcastic comment, but something tells you he’s not being genuine. Thinking about what to say, you let his warm hand tangle in your hair until he retracts it.

“…Are you sure?”

“That you cause trouble? Yeah.”

“Not that, you idiot.”

His smirk falls completely, the unamused look returning to his face, “If it bothers you so much, you could just leave and let me sleep” his disinterest is clear once he starts looking around for something else to do.

Of course, this wasn’t the first time Ais told you to leave, your first encounter aside, he’d joke about it often, however this didn’t seem like one of those times.

You stand there, upset with his lack of cooperation—honestly what were you expecting from Ais? For him to be vulnerable just because you asked? Even when you tackle the issue upfront, it’s bound to go nowhere.

Frustrated, you turn to leave, but as you begin walking a hand grasps your shoulder tightly.

“Didn’t you want me to—!?”

As you turn, your anger stops short.

Clearly, this isn’t Ais.

It’s the same face, but his eyes, his expression—

Are so unfamiliar.

It steps closer, eyes stabbing into your own. It’s so close you can feel the coldness of its body.

It mutters something in a language you can’t understand—guttural and rough. Then it grabs the top of your head; you shut your eyes, expecting the worst—

…Until it starts rubbing your head? It pulls your hair as its hand stiffly moves, nothing like the soft ruffling Ais was doing earlier. You open one eye—it’s staring eerily.

The stranger startles you, shoving its face into yours. Then it drags the hand on your shoulder to grip the side of your head instead, you feel the same awkward motion from its other hand.

…What is it doing? What does it even want?

As its grip loosens, you finally feel the urge to fight, to run, to get away from this thing.

You push it away with little resistance and turn on your heel straight to the Seaspring’s entrance—

You enter the wasteland, accompanied by the sound of your own feet splashing against the bog and the puddles.

There’s no way you can fight that thing, not if it’s Ais. Your best bet is to get back to the city and… Hide? Well, what else will you do if Ais pops up in the Wick again!?

Shortly, you hear someone—something else running after you.

It’s not Ais, whatever’s following you has at least four feet, like a dog—could it be—

You hit the ground, hard.

When you look over your shoulder, you see a somewhat familiar Soulless—a crown of tendrils at its head, you can make out a few eyes at its sides. It looks at you blankly, no recognition in its eyes.

“Prin…”

A pair of footsteps slowly approach. You turn your eyes to the source of the sound, dragging your gaze from the spiked boots, to the disheveled haori, then those piercing, painfully alien eyes. They look straight at your own, through them.

It reaches you, kneels, and keeps on staring—scrutinizing you, admiring you. It whispers something else in that thick language; you don’t know whether to feel glad or annoyed you can’t understand it.

Confused, angry, and scared, you finally mutter something, “What… Are you doing…?” the stranger tilts its head—it’d almost be cute if it was Ais. With the same dull expression, it reaches again for the top of your sweaty, muddied head, and rubs it.

It’s infuriating how gently it pets you this time, you almost feel compelled to close your eyes in hopes to escape that agonizing gaze.

It’s hand slowly disentangles from your hair and snakes to your neck, then your shoulder, and stops… At your bandaged arm.

Panicked, you turn to it—its eyes are boring into your hands rather than your face.

“Don’t!”

Yet it doesn’t move. You look back at your arm, and just as the stranger begins scratching at your bandages…

“Didn’t run fast enough.” a familiar voice. You feel the weight lift off you, whining; Princess tries to lick your face before Ais lifts you up. He seems a lot less merry than his pet—his expression grim, his gaze lost somewhere over your shoulder, “You should leave.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice; you nod briefly and pass him.

From a short distance you hear him, “Stay, girl.” and a little whine afterwards. You peek behind your shoulder.

He pets Princess adoringly.

[oceanicnightshade]

Hate being a system. Wdym we're writing an Ais x oc fic post. Wdym this is all you gave me to work with.

[muspellssynir]

About Ais and Ocudeus and the scar

[fruityfroggy]

I like to imagine that Ais just has some random octopus themed items like these, in the depths of his cave

[redstrewn]

host (n.)

a person who receives or entertains other people as guests

a living organism in which a parasite or commensal organism lives.

[lu-dao-writes]

Leander is screwed, so he better watch himself because clearly Vere wanted to go on this badly if he’s willing to be around Leander 🤣.

And Ais being banned? Why am I not surprised. It’s either because he did something, his little friend in his head did something, or because his friend doesn’t want to see sea life be eaten and whatnot 🤣.

Summer has arrived and it's time to hit the beach! Vere and Leander just can’t agree on what to bring or do. They need your help now more than ever!

Keep an eye out for some upcoming polls – your choices decide if their vacation is a success or a complete disaster! 🏖️

Where’d everyone else go? Ais is banned from the beach, Kuras couldn’t get the time off, and Mhin claimed to be allergic to sand.