#identity v hastur

[quoththeowl31]

Johnny and Hastur.

[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.”

[smittenroses]

Hiii

If you have time could you write Hastur comforting (or helping in his own strange way, he's still an eldritch god lol) overstimulated reader.

Sensory overload has been kicking my ass recently </3

Your work makes me so happy, and motivated me to start learning how to write in my free time

— To Be Human

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Fandom — Identity V Pairing — Feaster | Hastur/reader (suggest this takes place in the same universe as the Mouse and the Cats) Summary — Hastur's knowledge of humans is still lacking. You constantly confuse him — he adores that. Content Warnings — mentions of Hastur eating people Word Count — 532 words Author's note — when I got this in my inbox my heart bloody melted, nonnie. To be the person that motivates you to learn how to write is such an honor and I do hope to be able to read your stuff sometime in the future 💕

Endless knowledge, endless power, and yet Hastur always found himself to be confused by you. So tiny, so frail against his mighty form, one that you had grown close to despite the knowledge he had feasted on mortals, feasted on the innocent and guilty alike, yet you always sought comfort in his endless robes.

“For what does my most devote follower need?” He asked one day as he felt your presence against the back of his robe, feeling the way your arms came to wrap around the vast colours of soiled yellows and whites of his sins, your face pressed against the fabric that smelt of the sea. When you did not reply, he allowed his body to shift ever so slightly to look down at you, seeing the way your hands trembled and shook. Though his form of slightly involved his body contorting in inhuman ways, his spine audibly growing and shaping in order to allow him to commit the impossible.

Like a rabbit or sheep ready for the dinner table, your soul smelled divine to him as the two of you stood in the manor’s library.

“I cannot aid you unless you speak up, mouse.” His hand came to cup itself under your chin, raising your face away from his clothes, tentacles appearing from the abyss to slowly stroke at your legs. “Ah, have you been crying, little one?” He muttered, his thumb coming to caress your cheek. “I can smell your sadness,” he muttered softly, even if his voice may boom like the mountains in your mind, “who did this to you?” To make a devotee cry, to sadden the one thing that did not fear him besides the snake wrench that wandered the halls, it was a notch on his soul, one that fanned the embers of rage that constantly welled in his heart.

“No one…” You finally muttered, your words soft and meek in reply, “the world is just too loud, lord.”

“Too loud?” he questioned as you buried your face back into his robes, escaping the merciful touch of the Lord in Yellow as you weeped. “What thing do I have to silence to bring you peace?” For you, he would send any animal, person, god to the abyss, to the eternal silence and madness that was where he crept, but yet your fingers clenched tighter on his cloak and he knew all at once something that made his soul ache and burn.

This was not something he could squash with the weight of madness. He could not even grasp it in his feeble hands. “Talk to me, dear mouse. What is it that makes you cry so?” As you began to talk about the sound of the wind in the trees, the texture of food you dislike, the feeling of cuts and bruises on your skin that would not fade; it all overwhelmed you so, caused for your mind to whirl and your senses to increase.

“Stay for as long as you need, mouse.”

Wrapping the edges of his coat around your shoulders, he did not let you leave until your heaves softened and your eyes dried, you were his most devoted follower after all.

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[sirenjose]

Jose, Fiona, and Hastur - Water-Stained Letters and a Potential Connection?

The water stains on the last letter in the Christmas event reminds me of Fiona's and Jose's 4th letters, both which are stained or drenched by water.

The parallels makes me wonder if it could mean something… the detail about a wet letter mentioned more than once is curious…

Both Jose and Fiona are also said to be "gifts" from a "friend" of the manor owner that he treasured to include in his experiment, and thus important compared to most other participants.

Both Jose and Fiona have games at Lakeside, which is associated with Hastur, who is in this event, during which he says "I shall be waiting for all of the at the very end". Maybe this could parallel or have a hint about the end of their games or the end of all the manor games.

Especially considering those in Fiona's games disappear, leaving only a puddle of water behind. Is it possible the same could've at least happened to Jose (if not potentially to some of the others in his game if they weren't already dealt with)?

Both Jose's and Fiona's games have some supernatural/unusual factors (Jose's game has at least Wu Chang, the unusual effects caused by the umbrella, and Jose being a "psychic medium" for Wu Chang. Fiona herself and Hastur at the very least count. Maybe Yidhra if she's actually involved in their game… Luchino could somewhat count considering his changes after the bite, as well as Eli in the 2nd game 6 after Fiona. Then there's how him and those in Fiona's game mysteriously vanish).

I'm not quite sure yet if this is important, but considering this has been mentioned more than once, I do wonder if our attention is being drawn to this on purpose somehow, and therefore if some connection exists we should know about…

Hmm… Jose and Fiona being “gifts” from a “friend” of the owner, who treasures using those 2, an event with Jose as a “star seeker”, and a letter waiting for the right time that mentions a “constellation” arriving... idk could it refer to Fiona and Jose but later on…?

Also, the mention about Victor's "conviction will lead you to the final answer, but not right now" and it "waiting for the right time to be opened"... could it relate to Victor going back into the fire for whatever "notes" he didnt want "falling into the wrong hands"?

[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)

[princeaesop]

Hello I have not had a blog in so long for asks and dares so here we go!!!! Small au I have so this will not be accurate

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(Halloween event helped me)

His father is Hastur

His sister is Margie

He lives in a fantasy type world with kingdoms and territories and all that jazz.

I don't really have a person he will be with (he is over 18) so if anyone has a suggestion please tell I ship aesop with a handful of people so dwdw)

Please don't ask nsfw stuff on this blog 😭.

You can ask things to hastur and Margie too!!!!

[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..."

[definitely-mothman]

IDV outfit requests from Discord

Orpheus with 28!

And Hastur with 18!

[chawawanya]

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

[the-mycelium-is-coming]

so happy for you and ur ugly fucking apocalypse team i’m so serious

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Hii if you feel comfortable could I request sensory deprivation with Hastur? His tentacles covering readers eyes and ears while he uses his other tentacles on them sjsnwjsn

I'm so horny for him forgive me 😔

Not my best pain

Rated M | Warnings: Monster fuckery, Hastur does not get horny tm but good for you finding him sexy lol

The eldritch horror named Hastur is currently sitting in a chair in the library reading a book. It is fascinating how humans attempt to capture so much in a few words. He can see why you read often when you are around him and enjoy sharing space with him. Today, however, Hastur noticed you were in need, you required sexual satisfaction as your hormones are high. He does not mind entertaining your needs, you are respectful that he derives no pleasure from this.

You made it very clear that you could find another means of resolving your little problem but he insisted. It is amusing to see you currently squirming on the floor as the tentacles he summons during matches fill your holes.

Strange human, but from what he understands you turn your fear into desires. Or maybe that is just with him.

“Hastur, Hastur.” You say when the tentacle that was in your mouth moves between your legs.

“This one is here, little human.”

“Can you kiss me?” You are very needy.

“This one has no mouth yet you insist on kissing this one.” You reach out for him blindly as he lifts your body, “Kiss here.” You can hear his voice closer so you kiss his strange face. “Better?”

“Thank you.” Moaning out your thanks.

[akuma-tenshi]

idv characters as really shitty (actually phenomenal) blackout poems

all taken from @reallybadblackoutpoems (thank you for your service)

[otakusparkle]

Identity V Call Of The Abyss 7 Short Animation Compilation

[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.