#identity v Feaster

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Hear. Me. Out.

Lord of calamity pls. "You belong to me now" prompt with reader who's also part of the COA squad (the survivors) pls?

Hear what? Im in his dms. Im licking his tentacles. Im fucking the outer hp lovecraftian god, anon. Im built different lolol hastur is my wife and i love him to pieces

Rated T | Warning: Lovecraftian themed

Perhaps it is too much to ask of humanity to not embrace the false bliss from the creature who is killing the world, but can you blame them? The pain, the loss, it chips at the soul until there are only shards at the feet of this… Thing. The whispers call it Lord Of Calamity, you find it strange it has a name. If Luchino was… If the professor was here, he would hypothesize this creature has been here before. That is the only reason it has such a grim name.

You fear the others are lost to you. Frederick may not be a pod like the others but he talks nonsense as he seems to offer the thing worship— Praise!

You only escaped the pod because… You are not sure actually. One moment you were in paradise, everything you could ever want but you… You saw through the lies. The deceit and it made you angry.

Humans, like animals, can react violently when there is no way to escape. A fight or flight response but you could only fight. In that paradise you killed someone, then another person, more and more until you woke up screaming and crawling at the pod.

Maskless, your clothing is slimy, and parts of it appear to have been started to be eaten at. You stand by Frederick up at the creature.

It is like looking into the abyss.

And soon the abyss looks back at you.

“Fascinating,” You turn around to see the creature now standing not far from you, it made a version of itself to speak directly with you. “Not many of your kind can escape serenity. This one is curious, was it not to your liking?” Polite.

“My liking?” You stand defensive with one foot in front of you and hands making fists, “That was not real!”

“It is as real as you wish it to be. A paradise of your own making. Were you not satisfied?”

“Paradise is not created from a lie.”

“This one has seen humanity prove otherwise.”

What are you supposed to say? Are you supposed to defend humanity with a battle of words? Which you try to do with everything you have but this creature counters every one of your statements. At one point you fear you might believe that humanity has become a blight upon this earth— No! You shake your head and then look around you, you refuse to let that numb feeling of hopelessness get to you.

“You wish this one harm.”

“I wish to leave.” Looking back at the creature. You move slightly to the side and a tendril from the ground wraps itself around your ankle locking you in place. A tug or two and you glare at the creature.

“This one tries to grant you a painless death. Suffering gives this one no pleasure. A mercy humanity is ill-deserving of.”

You look away then look up at it as it slips close to you suddenly, “Lord of Calamity, have you done this before?”

It is quiet, its hand reaching out to touch your face even though you try moving your head away, “At the pinnacle of your species, this one will consume all. A few will live, chosen by natural selection. The one called Frederick shall be my voice. The one called Luchino will be my enforcer.” The creature is laying out its plans. “The others have no use to me. They may enjoy bliss until they perish.”

“You bastard.” Grimacing at the way the fungal tendril maps out your face. A smooth slime trail and you struggle as more tendrils appear from under you grabbing you.

“This one has not seen your type in many of its lives. Few are granted omniscience, your kind is showing growth between each annihilation and rebirth.”

“What are you talking about?! Let me go!” Fighting your damndest to get out of its hold.

“A birth of a God. A fledgling one but a God nonetheless. You shall create a new world.” So matter of fact, “You belong to this one, fledgling. Once you have matured, you will provide companionship to this one.”

You feel yourself being pulled down like before back into a pod, you scream at it.

“Rest. Dream. Envision the world you will create.”

[definitely-mothman]

Identity V Tsum Preorder Countdown: Day 7!

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[teethcake]

arthur byers ❤

[0-pop-art]

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[callimaria]

hastur x reader fluff jwleneloew

ancient…. cephalopod…….. in parking lot…. he stole my parking spot

warnings: none

characters: hastur

how on earth did you ever manage to catch the eye of an all-knowing god?

through your “intriguing” decisions in life, of course.

it all started, perhaps, about a week ago—you had crawled out of bed and your room into the kitchen, slinking around as silently as you could—where you accidentally burnt your toast. you shrugged it off, barely awake at the time, and then mistook marmite for a different spread.

you ate a half-blackened piece of toast with marmite slathered onto it, and you ate it all happily; though, you had no clue you were being watched.

the feaster had been nearby the entire time, choosing to not spend and bide his time inside his given room, and he had watched the whole thing.

and then came the second night, where your subconscious willed you awake, and you managed to walk into a lounging room instead of the kitchen. you shrugged that off too, and sat on a rug, staring straight into a potted plant as if it held the secrets of the universe.

the one that did hold the secrets of the universe was conveniently sitting in an armchair, however, intrigued by how dazed you were. he chose to leave his room once more, having predicted you’d go somewhere during the night.

that doctor seemed to know about your night walks—she just happened to not notice the shadow in the corner after all.

his hand reached out, transforming into a tentacle as it neared your face, simply hanging there. your head slowly turned, and still very much in a daze, you bit it.

hmm.

💗

you woke up a bit early, gaining a little bit of free time before you’d have to go down for breakfast. as you sat on your bed, you vaguely remembered wandering off last night, and then the feeling of biting something squishy.

it was really weird if you thought about it—you had to contemplate the possibilities of it being a fever dream, but then you realized you were not sick at all.

huh.

you then pondered telling emily, before you heard the gardener knock on your door, asking if you’d accompany her to breakfast.

💗

the moment a teammate—ah, what was her name? ver.. something—was knocked down, you were at 3 ciphers left.

it was fine, quite decent, except you were worried; your last match with this hunter hadn’t gone too well, as you bit him several times in retaliation when you were caught, and the match ended sourly.

the hunter? hastur, the feaster, the one you personally didn’t like going against—and the one you were now going against.

💗

one down, and then another, and then the mercenary had to tell you to give up on him; now, it was just you left, left in a panic because just as you found the dungeon, it switched locations.

and right as it disappeared, hastur turned around the corner.

despite what you thought was your end, he simply stood there.

right, you forgot. you didn’t like going against the hunter at all, and you were very prone to biting him, but there was an odd dynamic between the two of you.

it all started with small offerings of things you thought you were nice—funnily shaped pebbles and stones you found, whatever you collected outside, they were simply in a pile in front of his door (did you ever really venture into the hunter’s side of the manor? no, but you managed to bribe that little axe boy with candy. he enjoyed candy, and you just let him be.)

you thought nothing of those offerings, and kept sending them to his door. the only reason you disregarded them was because you figured, as an almighty ancient being he was, he’d have had much larger and more important offerings and sacrifices.

who would care about a four leaf clover you had painstakingly found? apparently hastur, as he gave his thanks one day as you were chaired and half-conscious.

you felt embarrassed thinking about it now, feeling like some weird person; you didn’t even notice a hand ruffling your hair and a gravelly voice speaking to you.

“what you recognize as ‘right’ is interesting to a servant of god,” he said, leaving you confused as his hand lingered for just a second, an unmistakable warmth spreading from your head to the rest of your body.

the hunter then turned a blind eye, purposely leaving the other way for you to find the dungeon once more.

“am i.. supposed to keep giving you things?” you mumbled, squinting as you placed your hand on your head, feeling the warmth before beginning to walk.

you always thought that, because he was an octopus-man, and because of his hood, that hastur would be really cold to the touch.

LISTEN LISTEN IF YOU SQUINT YOU CAN SEE THE FLUFF, YOU CAN SENSE IT, IT’S HIDDEN BETWEEN THE LINES

i’m also sorry it couldn’t be more obvious i snooped thru his wiki and even took notes and i was like “🧍🏻‍♀️how am i gonna make this believable”

i think i did ok tho, i like this; also shame on thee for bribing robbie w candy (no this is a joke)

[nocturnumbeast]

From a while ago but, Hastur's Exoplanet look is still one of my favorites "With the reflection of the moon in its palm, the line between sea and sky blurred within an ocean of stars..."

[chawawanya]

I finally started drawing all the hunters!!! [1/?]

[otakusparkle]

Happy 6th anniversary of Identity V!

We all came to play at the pool! The 6th anniversary celebration is still heating up, just like midsummer!

Thank you cheezekeyn (Twitter) @/cheezekeyn (Tumblr) the wonderful illustration!

[akuma-tenshi]

week one of qualifiers is over!! happy coa7 everyone, here's the return of my insanity <3

stunning emilerick art at the end by @sunset-of-the-void (link)

[lemon-pilled]

i have work tomorrow and instead my ass stayed up to draw all the hunters.

youre welcome (god i have to tag everyone. augh.)

[hot-coffemilk]

"memories!

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[definitely-mothman]

IDV outfit requests from Discord

Orpheus with 28!

And Hastur with 18!

[teethcake]

Is this familiar to you... Mr. Byers?

[quoththeowl31]

Johnny and Hastur.

[oblacko-san]

The human version of Hastur from the AU RP. Because of the stupid desires of a stupid squirrel, the monster academy turned into an ordinary one. And because of this, Hastur became a certain Arthur Glimmer. He is the father of Fiona, who is currently studying at the academy. A very dubious person in the opinion of others.