#idv hastur x reader

[oletus-writer]

Identity V Hunter Masterlist

Alva Lorenz

Nsfw Alva imagines

Feminine male s/o

S/o who’s into body worship

Touch-starved s/o

General headcanons

Antonio

Reader who says dirty jokes but is actually bashful

Nsfw headcannons

Size difference (sfw and nsfw headcannons)

Reserved s/o

Cuddle headcanons

Carrying reader by his hair

Hastur

God reader

Nsfw alphabet

Breeding kink

Grace

Flirty s/o

Nsfw alphabet

Jack

Flirty s/o

Nsfw alphabet

Reader who is as dangerous as they are

Nsfw headcannons with small s/o

Jealous of their mini pet version

Joseph Desauliner

Jealous of their mini pet version

Reader who is short and will beat you in a fight

Nsfw alphabet

Keigan Nicholas Keogh

Insecure reader

Taking care of sick reader

Flirty s/o

Nsfw alphabet

Reader who is a cinnamon roll

S/o who’s into body worship

Reader who is short and will beat you in a fight

Touch-starved s/o

Luchino Diruse (hunter)

Reader who says dirty jokes but is actually bashful

Nsfw alphabet

Mary

Jealous of their mini pet version

Melly Plinius (hunter)

With an s/o that kites well

S/o who doesn’t rest when sick

Jealous of their mini pet version

Norton Campbell (hunter)

With an s/o that kites well

S/o who doesn’t rest when sick

General headcanons

Jealous of their mini pet version

Wu Chang

Jealous of their mini pet version

Reader who says dirty jokes but is actually bashful

Platonic headcannons

Nsfw headcannons

Xie Bi’an nsfw alphabet

Fan Wujiu nsfw alphabet

Yidhra

God reader

Follower s/o

[teabreakpancakes]

im in love with the way you think @bobabees

A Baker's Struggles Bloody Queen, Photographer, Wu Chang, Geisha, Axe Boy, "Disciple", "Hermit", Naiad, and Feaster & GN Baker Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Wasted Delicacy

"Son of a biscuit" the baker mutters, hearing their heartbeat race, indicating that the hunter was nearby. Three ciphers had already been popped beforehand but the thing is, whilst going around the map and healing the injured survivors with your treats, the hunter found you by tracing the aroma of your goodies.

"Luca," they spoke, carding their fingers through the inventor's soft brown locks. Luca hums, head twitching as he nibbled on the cookie, occupied with the cipher machine. "Dear, the hunter is nearby, I suggest scurrying off to another cipher so they don't target you" they coaxed, gently pushing the brunette off the cipher machine.

The inventor blinks owlishly, nodding with a toothy smile, "Thanks, s, see you later" he waves, running off to the nearest cipher. They smile before continuing the unfinished cipher, waiting for the hunter to appear.

The hunter draws nearer and nearer, making their heartbeat pick up more and more. They nod, picking up their basket and vaulting the window, activating their speedboost.

Looking behind them, they spot the hunter a few meters away from them, already preparing their abilities.

They really didn't mean to make you spill your cookies, so when they accidentally smacked the basket out of your hands, they really didn't intend to do so. Your eyes remained stuck on the treats splayed across the ground.

The hunter approached the still survivor, surprised to see you walking near them with a downcast gaze. You point to their weapon, "End me already" they said, tone void of any emotion.

The hunter eyes you, unsure of what to do, sure, it is a free kill, but it's no fun if you won't even try.

Footsteps approach the two, stilling at the sight of the hunter. They watch with interest as they attempt to console the devastated survivor.

Why did they want to try consoling one of the various pain in the asses they had to deal with? they didn't know either, it just... came over them.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

"Now now, you're a baker, surely, you have more?" the queen chided in an almost questioning manner. The baker frowned at her words, "Those were all the cookies I baked" they replied solemnly, voice quiet.

Mary, unsure of what to say, instead chose to let out a quiet "ah", waiting for you to speak—she wouldn't want to make a fool out of herself trying to pry more from someone that would eventually speak up. The baker looked up at her, gaze never wavering, "I spent three hours on those, I made extra for everyone too" they spoke, frustration rolling off their tongue.

Mary didn't know how to respond, but, by instinct, she placed one of her cold hands on top of their head. "I don't think it would be too late to let everyone have a taste if we ended the match right now," she paused, a bit unsure of how she should continue.

"I'll... even try to help if you'd like" she whispered, patting their head gently as if they were her child—it could just be that she was missing her own children but it wouldn't be so bad if she indulged just a bit.

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Are you really just going to remain in that position until I strike you because of some pastries?" the older man questioned, a bit annoyed because a survivor was throwing a tantrum over pastries. The baker sighed, mumbling something the former count wasn't able to decipher.

"Speak up, no one can hear you with how quiet you are" Joseph frowned, leaning down slightly in order to hear them a bit better. "I, I made a lot more than usual so everyone could have a taste even after the match—those were the last ones" they grumbled, frustration piercing through their upset exterior.

The photographer's mouth parts slightly, eyes softening. He had read the baker's background beforehand, he remembered that they valued the art of baking much more than other bakers, to them, pastries are things you should pour your heart into making.

"I apologise for being insensitive, I," he paused, wondering about how to proceed. After thinking for a few more seconds, a lightbulb lights up in the french man's head. "Would you like me to teach you a recipe my... brother and I used to love?" he offered, albeit a bit hesitantly. He watches your eyes light up at the idea, taken aback when you embrace him. "Yes, I would" you mouth into his waist coat, smiling when he returns the hug.

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Bi'an lowered the umbrella, looking down at the survivor with concerned eyes. Wujiu was displeased, Why are they so upset over pastries? he complained, sighing in irritation.

The white guard kneels before them, umbrella tucked under his arm. He takes their hand in his, rubbing it reassuringly. His smile is small but apologetic, amethyst eyes uncertain yet firm with resolve.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his soft baritone sounding comforting to your ears. You sniffle slightly, shaking your head—looking into his enchanting orbs. He slowly moves to cup the side of your face, finding the feeling of your warmth against his cold hand pleasant.

Fan sighs from within the umbrella, feeling a bit guilty. It must've taken you a while to make those treats and now all that effort has been wasted. Perhaps, he could step out of the umbrella, he could help you with baking and Bi'an isn't all that lacking in that aspect either so he could also help. It felt oddly troublesome and yet, it felt welcome.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎

Worry paints over her delicate features, she lowers her fan, slipping it into her obi. She rubs their shoulder, "I apologise for the cookies, do you have any more?" she asks, staring down at the survivor.

You swallow, shaking your head. "Those were all of them, I, I made extra for everyone but now it's all gone" you whispered, disappointment rolling off you in waves.

She smiles softly, you reminded her of the people she used to care for back when she was still alive. Michiko pulls out a small Wagashi, presenting it before the small survivor.

"If you'd like, I can help you in making more, I know quite a bit about making pastries" she offered, smiling at them genuinely. She watches their expression light up, a grateful smile gracing her. "Thank you, I would like that" they spoke, taking the Daifuku from her hand.

Gluttonous Hunters

The hunters don't need food, but that doesn't mean they don't wish to partake.

The baker huffed, leaning against the rocket chair. They shift uncomfortably, trying their best to not drop the basket in their lap. The hunter eyes the basket with interest, the pleasant aroma drawing them towards it.

They snatch the basket from your lap, obtaining a random treat and taking a bite out of the delicious dessert without paying any mind to you.

They always heard the survivors talk about how your treats were the best they've tasted, they've always wanted to judge whether or not that was true or not.

𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙

The inventor eyed the basket with interest; whilst he was still alive, Herman would often get him to try out new dishes, recipes and treats of all sorts—but he had to admit, the aroma of your pastries stood out amongst all of the pastries he's had beforehand.

Alva leans on the wall behind him, admiring the craftsmanship of the basket. The chaired survivor eyes the tall hunter, eyes trained on his every move. Their eyes widen when he makes a move to retrieve one of their goods from the basket.

The baker frowns, "Hey! I only made enough for the survivors!" they hollered out, visibly annoyed. Alva glanced at them, cocking his head—"Will you make some for me after the match if I only eat one?" he asked, eyes holding a particular look in them that made it hard to say no.

The baker blinked repeatedly, shocked to hear the hunter being so polite during a match. They huff, nodding, "Alright, I will, b, but, don't eat those okay?" they request with a pleading look, knowing only two pastries are left. Alva smiles slightly, placing the basket in their lap gently.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

Grace traced the patterns of the basket, smiling gently. The baker stared up at her, wide-eyed, in awe of the pretty woman. "Y, You can taste them if you want" they say, bashfully looking away.

The hunter eyes the survivor, she knows you're different from all the other humans but she just can't bring herself to warm up to anyone so easily.

She nods hesitantly, taking a pastry in between her two fingers before chipping off a small piece with her teeth. Her eyes widen, palate screaming with joy at the taste.

She peers down at the survivor, tapping their shoulder gently. Smiling at them softly, she ruffles their hair, hoping that it would deliver her gratitude.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄

The boy's mouth waters at the aroma of the pastries, hugging the basket to his chest. His head shifts up, hesitantly meeting the baker's gaze. "C, Can I have some?" the kid asks, as polite as he can be.

The baker opens their mouth, contemplating. Do I give in to the kid and spare the survivors none or... they consider, already reaching a decision. "You can eat them all, but leave one okay?" they beam.

Robbie embraces them for a bit before opening the basket and snacking on the treats. The boy practically vibrates with joy, enjoying the taste of each wonderful treat.

"Do you like them?" the baker prods, staring fondly at the sight of the hunter being a kid. The hunters all seemed human in one way or another, the baker thought, smiling. The boy nodded fervently, hand still stuck under the accessory covering his head.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎

Onyx eyes widen slightly upon hearing a soft thud from behind her. Turning around, she eyes the basket on the ground. The survivor looked visibly flustered, in an awkward position that made it look like they were attempting to retrieve the basket.

The Geisha only smiled graciously, gently picking it up. She dusted off the basket before presenting it in a manner only a seasoned hostess would know how to. She placed it on their lap, gazing at them curiously when they nudge it towards her.

"Are you offering me one?" she voiced out euphoniously, lowering herself until she was face-to-face with them. You nod, "I, If you don't mind, you can have some, I made a bit more than usual" you replied, smiling at the hunter.

She smiled gratefully, gently opening the basket before taking a cookie into one of her hands. She flicks her hand fan open before taking a bite of the cookie. Her obsidian eyes seem to sparkle with each bite. Finishing the cookie, she bows to the survivor, thanking them.

𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑

His tentacles manhandle the basket, forcing out angry yells of disapproval from the survivor. He pays you no mind, examining the beautifully crafted basket.

He lifts up one of the hatches, greeted by the soft and warm aroma of their pastries. The eldritch god takes one of the cupcakes into his hand, while the baker watches in horror as a rift rips through his "face" forming a mouth.

He seems to be pleased by the taste—judging by the fact that he literally threw the basket's contents down that very same rift. Hastur emits a sound resembling a cat's purring, and slowly, the rift slowly shuts, reassuring you that you wouldn't in fact be one of the things on the menu.

He slithers close to you, placing the basket back onto your lap. "I would like for you to make more for me after the match" he requests, oddly docile as he trails his odd tentacle up your neck, purring even more when you nodded. It felt weird to have the hunter rub your body, it felt as if he was treating you as his pet.

[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.

[corruptedroses]

Hiii!!

If you feel comfortable doing so, could you write nsfw Hastur hcs or kinks that you can think of? <3

Fandom — Identity V Pairing — Feaster | Hastur/reader Content Warnings — mentions of pregnancy/pregnancy kink, public sex, mind break Author's note — ooo Hastur, probably one of my fav hunters lore wise, thank you for sending in the ask nonnie! Trying a new format with these so hope you don't mind.

As an Eldritch god, Hastur probably is into worshipping, with him the one receiving; he's a god, you're a mortal, and even if he adores you he will visually become more aroused if you worship him and his power. Making comments like "you're so powerful" and "you're so big" fuels his ego. Same with Size kink, you're so small against him that he cannot help but want to see you overflowing with him.

On the topic of being overfilled, he probably really enjoys the concept of breeding you, even if you cannot get pregnant (then again, he's an eldritch god so anything is possible) he will want to fuck you so full that you're spilling his seed from every hole. If you can get pregnant, even better; the human body fascinates him, but the fact that his seed took to your womb?

He will want to keep you full.

Probably into Exhibitionism due to the fact he'd want to show you off, show others what they're not able to have because he has you, his perfect little cum dump for his abominations, for his spawn. Probably would fuck you in front of a cult if it meant showing off his power.

Tentacles are a given at this point, he'd want to see you tangled up in them, being fucked by them, gagging on them; he can feel all of them since they're still an extension of himself so it's most likely you'll be in them more often than on your back.

Mind-breaking probably is a HUGE kink of his, especially since one look at his actual form may drive you insane, but the concept of breaking your mind, making you so dependent on him gets his libido going and he loves it. Do not actually do this with him or show that you're interested, you will lose all sense of identity.

There are more things he's probably into, but they probably would break the human mind...

[literate-bitch-boy]

Why are we lewding everything but identity v’s human design for hastur?? Like I see people lewding classic lit authors (mood) and Gabriel (real) but no human hastur?? He’s so hot and guyfailure what do you want for me??

[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)

[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.”

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ー About Me! ー

good evening, everyone, and welcome to the detective agency! my name is naib, and im the author running this blog. im trying to slowly but surely ease my way back into writing again, so i sincerely apologize if it takes me a while to finish any requests. im much more consistent on my art blog, @chalksculpture , but im also on @wrioblurbs where i post small blurbs or ideas that i can't really turn into full fics as well as @asking-antonio which will become my identity v ask blog once i stop procrastinating and finish setting everything up the way i want it to. please do check out my other blogs if you want to support me! also, if you've been following me for a while, this blog has been previously known as both lostarchivesoforpheus and fish-bubble, so please don't forget who i am! :,,)

finally, please always remember that i love appreciate every single one of you. <3

[turbulentscrawl]

🐇 Intro and Navigation 🐇

Hello, I'm Buns! I'm 21+, overworked, and forever desperate for more x-reader content, so I've decided to make some of my own in the small amounts of spare time I get.

This blog posts ns/fw under the tag "#spicy content" minors, please dni with posts under this tag.

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Masterlist pt.1 (General & A-L) | Masterlist pt.2 (M-Z)

Other Works That I Like (opens my reblog tag)

Requests: CLOSED (Current: 84)

Match-Ups: CLOSED (Current: 13)

Currently Accepting For: Identity V

Please read my Rules below before submitting anything!

🐇Rules for Requesting 🐇

Please do not rush me. Requests will be filled as I have time and inspiration--and because of this, a lot of the time they will be completed out of submission-date-order.

I can write headcanons, short scenarios, rankings, and matchups. Most of what I post won't be longer than a few thousand words tops, so please don't expect anything too elaborate from me for now.

I do not accept "Emergency Requests." While I'm okay with writing heavier subjects, they can be difficult to touch on, so I'll fill them at whatever pace makes me comfortable.

If I've already posted general/relationship HCs for a character, please be a little more specific for any requests regarding them. ie don't send "nsfw for so-and-so" if I've already done basic nsfw HCs. Something even just a little more specific, like "nsfw for so-and-so with a shy s/o" is fine.

I can write for male or female reader, but prefer to keep things gender-neutral as much as possible. If you request a specific gender for the reader in a request, but I determine that it would have no bearing on what I write, I will disregard the specified gender and keep it gn. (if you'll notice in my writing, I try to only use the pronoun "you" for the reader, avoiding even "they" unless sentence structure demands it. Just makes it easier for everyone to be immersed.)

I WILL WRITE- sfw, ns/fw...most things, really.

I WILL NOT WRITE- crossovers (including "reader is like this character), character x character (but poly with a reader is fine), yandere, cheating tropes, non-con, pedo, incest, or glorification of self-harm/suicide

CHARACTERS I CURRENTLY WILL NOT WRITE FOR: Hastur, Violetta, Bane, Bonbon, Will Brothers, Kiegan, Kreacher, Freddy, Servais, Kurt, Murro

Additionally, my baseline treatment for IDV is explained here. I can fill requests with setting differences, just please specify when you send it in.

🐇FOR MATCHUPS! 🐇

Matchups can be sent through Submissions or Asks. Please do NOT dm me your information. If you use asks, please be sure to number any split messages so I can keep them together. If you use submissions and would like to stay anonymous, please specify at the start of your matchup so I know not to post the original.

Things I require for matchups

Your sexual/romantic preferences. You may provide your pronouns and/or gender identity if you feel inclined, but it is not required.

A DETAILED description of your personality. Be honest! Specific things that help me are your MBTI, Enneagram, love languages (giving and receiving), social levels, hobbies, personal flaws, life goals, and relationship deal-breakers. The longer the better, honestly, which is why submissions are open.

Things I do NOT require

Your physical appearance. I don't need this at all, but I will keep it in mind if you choose to include it. I might get it in my head that you'd look especially cute with someone in particular.

Matchups that I provide will include a Primary Match, with my reasoning, some headcanons for your ship, and a Runner-Up Match.

[heartshapedbubble]

welcome to my blog!

about me! 🫧

hello! i'm em, but you can refer to me as heart, however you like! i've been playing idv since 2020 (almost 3 years!), my all-time faves being wu chang, joseph, helena, martha, demi and antonio ^_^

my other interests are lost media (especially internet mysteries!), drawing, jojo, fighting games, trigun, 80s-90s j-rock, visual kei and retro/y2k gaming/tech!

before requesting! 🫧

keep in mind that i'm still in school, which leaves little time for all of my hobbies, especially writing for and playing idv since it's not my no1 interest rn and i've lost motivation for it after time. english is also not my first language so expect mistakes here and there ( ´;ﾟ;∀;ﾟ;)

i value your patience! it's hard forcing words out of myself and finding time to write - being understanding is so, sooo appreciated🫶

DNI: the general criteria!

rules! 🫧

as i am a minor, no nsfw or yandere (including jealous) reqs! otherwise i'll write x readers and ships (no poly dynamics though), all sexualities and readers accepted!

NO fanfictions/oneshots. as much as i love them, they clog up my inbox so much and it's really hard to find the necessary inspiration and time.

please limit yourself to no more than 4 characters at a time! if you don't, then i'll pick out 4 myself.

any reqs that break the rules or that i don't feel comfortable doing will be deleted without warning/posting.

characters i write only platonic for:

little girl

robbie

burke

hastur

percy

polun

characters i don't write for at all:

guard 26

kreacher

wax artist

if you're interested in commissions, dm me! i can only accept in-game commissions for now.

that's all! enjoy your stay (σ≧▽≦)σ

[floofyflowers]

Hey? Umm can I request about..Hastur and Smiley Face react to their mini selves? I didn’t see many blogs accepting Hastur and Smiley Face asks 😭🙏

ask and you shall hopefully be happy with the results because i'm still not sure i can portray them v well ;; (i also wasn't sure if you wanted this to be platonic or romantic, so it can be interpreted as either)

original post for reference !

hastur and joker reacting to their mini selves trying to defend a gn!survivor!reader by attacking their feet

hastur

the tentacled deity tied you to balloons, amused by your huffing and whining

"hastur, c'mon, that wasn't very fair.. just set me down and give me a five second head start, i'll kite well, just please-"

just as he was going to respond with a low chuckle, something snagged on his foot/tentacle/limb(???)

swiftly turning, the god was met with a very angry mini version of himself

the little thing had a grasp on the hunter, desperately trying to drag him away from the chair

hastur sorta just blinked for a moment before using a tentacle to flick him off (poor mini hastur)

he basically just ignored him </3

went back to chairing you, but mini hastur was determined

from attacking the hunter's feet/tentacles/whatever (to which hastur simply shook him off), to trying to reach your restraints and un-chair you (hastur was also extremely tempted to chair the pet with you-)

mini hastur was utterly disappointed to see you sent back to the manor :(

all in all, hastur really couldn't care less about mini hastur attacking him, but he is just slightly proud of the pet for wanting to protect you

joker

smiley face decided to go friendly!

you hopped into a locker, allowing him to tie you to balloons and the two of you were just walking around, laughing and having fun while the others were finishing the final ciphers

then out of nowhere, there's something on his leg?

peering down, he sees mini joker smacking him

and smiley face was so confused????

like, "bud, why're you hitting me?? what do you want from me???"

then the mini clown began jumping up towards you, with outstretched arms, wanting to get you down

the frown was very apparent on mini joker's face and big joker didn't wanna see him upset :(

so, he set you down and picked you up, multiple times to help speed the struggle progress up (though, it did make you dizzy-)

and soon mini smiley face was hugging your legs, while you patted his back and slowly coaxed him off you

in conclusion, joker finds it so wholesome and cute <33

i'm also really really sorry this took a while to finish, but i do hope you liked it ! take care of yourselves !!

[oletus-writer]

Hastur, Yihdra x god reader

Warnings: none

Hastur

He seems to be a serious, cold man, but when you get to know him he’s quite goofy. Have you seen mini Hastur’s animations?

There’s a chance he would have heard of you before you came to the manor, but he doesn’t interact with many other gods. He didn’t expect another god, since Ithaqua didn’t turn out to be his son, but he didn’t make any effort to talk to you.

‘I am Hastur, The Feaster from Afar, The King in Yellow, The Lord of Interstellar Spaces. You are?’

The two of you grew close by your effort, and you began to see a different, goofier side to him. Sometimes, he’d like to dance to a song in his head, or talk smack about the other residents in the manor.

‘It feels like the Baron is laughing at me - Gillman worships my father, then some mortal with my son’s name enters, not to mention the never-ending nightmare that is Yidhra… I may as well become a recluse and not speak to anyone.’

Yidhra

She’s heard of you, and you’ve heard of her before either of you came into the manor. So when the two of you found yourselves face-to-face, she was quite impressed. To risk yourself and your powers to be in a little game the seemed to fuck with time and space.

‘So, why are you here? It’s pretty interesting to watch these foolish mortals compete for something they’ll never have, but why are you here?’’

Cue annoying Hastur and screwing with chasing shadows. Yidhra needs her fun, and Hastur isn’t enough of a companion nor a friend. He’s too much of a recluse and is over with her antics.

She isn’t the kind of person to avoid talking to mortals, yet the two of you shared a connection you otherwise wouldn’t have if you weren’t a god. Sometimes, the two of you would lie together, and she’d start talking about whatever’s on her mind.

‘The manor allowed myself and Hastur to invent a game mode - he chose dodgeball, isn’t that amusing? - so I wonder if they’ll do the same with you. Pray tell, darling, what will go decide?’

[teabreakpancakes]

You Are Now My Friend Hastur x Sunshine GN Reader

Genre: Fluff

The Eldritch god didn't know why a human was so bent on befriending him. Sure, your intentions were entirely pure but why him?. Yidhra would likely be more sociable than him and yet here you are, attempting to talk to him every time you find the chance to.

He watched you fidget with a basket in your hand, slowly walking towards him. Hastur assumed you were making your way towards the garden so he simply tucked his tentacles away in order to make a way for you to bypass him.

He peers down curiously at the small human before him, wondering why they weren't going past him—the human looked up, meeting his gaze with a bright smile.

"Hello Mr.Hastur! I made these cookies and some other treats and I was well, wondering if you wanted to eat them with me over tea?" they beamed, eyes widening, "Ah, well, that is, if you actually do eat cookies or any of the other sweets I made" they added, swinging the basket around slightly while eagerly looking up at the god while waiting for his answer.

Hastur withholds a sigh, helplessness painted across his expressionless features. He hesitantly nods, causing the human to let out a squeal of joy.

They tug on his cloak, pulling him in the direction of the garden. Exiting the manor, the two head deeper into the mansion's grounds.

They settle below a large willow tree, blanket splayed across the ground. (Name) pours Hastur a cup of tea, taking out all the sweets they brought from the basket.

They cut a piece of cake for him, handing it to him with a smile. They munch on a cookie while staring at him. Hastur wraps a tentacle around the small fork, bring it to his "mouth".

He hums, pleased at the sweet and tart flavour of the strawberry shortcake. His pleased reaction lights up the small human's face, smile growing brighter.

Hastur smiles, a warm and pleasant feeling bubbling in his chest. All his eyes train on the human in front of him, drinking up their beauty. Admiration bubbles within him as he realises how pleasant their company was unlike what he had first assumed.

He stares down the plate in his grasp, slowly slicing a small piece of his cake and hovering it over the small human's mouth. (Name)'s eyes sparkle before opening their mouth and accepting the cake.

Hastur rubs their head gently before eating the rest of the cake. The rest of the picnic goes well. Hastur learns that making friends with the right people can be a healthy experience.

Hastur would love to spend more time with his new companion—well, if he even thinks of them as just a "companion" anymore. The god can't help but think so fondly of the small creature, often wondering if he could keep them to himself.

However, for now, he'll simply enjoy their presence.

[smittenroses]

how would Hastur and Luchino show affection/court someone?

*i will scream im so glad that both of my faves don't appear to be banned here, thats so rare aaa*

A/N: getting requests for them gives me a reason to actually do some research so these are always the fun ones, anon ❤

✿°。How Hastur and Luchino show affection/court the reader

Hastur || The Feaster

as I've stated before, hastur doesn't exactly understand the human courtmanship nor does he understand the idea of human romance, as in his world, his kind would just try and find a mate, even if it meant fighting to the death.

so its weird to him how in this world, the idea of fighting people to the death for a mate was something that was frowned upon, but then again, as long as he was worshipped, it didn't matter to him.

this is why Grace had to step in, as the last thing she wanted was for the entire manor to be ripped to shreds over Hastur not being able to control his hormones, as fish to fish [whom had lived amongst humans], he was more willing to listen to her than anyone else.

Dream Witch, even though she preferred messing with mortals due to her lust for chaos, even agreed to help in exchange for some help decorating the girls' hair next time she needed help.

Now, being a god, Hastur is self-centred, being that he is so used to being worshipped but isn't used to worshipping others, so don't expect the best dates unless you decide to plan them.

however, surprisingly, he is a good cook, and sure the dishes he prepares may look disgusting at first, but they do taste rather nice to the human tongue, so you had to give him that.

he will let you ride around on his shoulder whenever you want because since you're so tiny compared to him, you barely weigh anything to him

his tentacles are really muscular and soft surprisingly, and while they might look slimy, they actually don't, and thus you don't mind it when he wraps one around you whenever he sees a perceived threat (usually it would be someone like Percy, he doesn't full 100% trust anyone in the manor since he can't do the things he usually would do.

somehow the kisses work, and you're not too sure how he does it and he won't tell you how he does it, but you don't mind since at least he's able to have some sort of face.

doesn't call you any nicknames, though he does tend to puff our his chest whenever you call him 'Lord' teasingly.

people like shiny things, right? Maybe you'll like this random crown he found at the bottom of the water of lakeside, maybe you might like the necklace he was able to pull from the void as well? He tends to give little trinkets and gifts of many things, trying to nut down your interests until he has the right ones.

Probably somehow manifests a yellow robe for you that smells like him as well.

Luchino || The Reptilian

Luchino used to be a human, so unlike Hastur, he is used to the idea of human affection, though he never got to practice the romantic type all that much due to the fact that he used to throw himself into his work constantly. Sometimes he still does and cannot be seen for multiple days at a time.

so when it came time to try and show romantic affection, he finds it difficult to start off with at first and has to resort to books in order to gain at least a basic understanding of how romantic relationships are meant to work, the rest he could probably wing, right?

however, this was not the case

somewhere in his new half-human, half reptilian biology, there had been a shift in how he registered the idea of courting rituals, and it was adorable.

imagine this overgrown lizard trying to dance with you gently and all of a sudden his head starts bobbing and he's trying to stop it, getting more flustered by the second as he puts his clawed hands to his head in order to try and still it.

or how he bends down to your level and taps his chin on your back when you're nearby.

as much as you think it's hilarious, given the fact that you had began to read books on reptile behaviours, you began to understand more and more that between the human courting rituals, he was also accidentally incorporating reptile ones. Mating rituals to be exact.

given that he was someone who studied in the field of biology before his accident, he tries his best to make any dates he takes you on both fun and educational, so don't be surprised if he starts rattling off biology facts of say a blue bellied tit, or a blue skink.

or he might also try and make them calm and relaxing, like reading books together or watching some sort of documentary.

probably enjoys braiding your hair like he has done to his own, though he gets the chance to make more elaborate braids as you're sitting between his legs, most likely reading.

he will come to you if he's shedding, this dude hates shedding but it's more annoying when he cannot reach to get rid of shed that's hanging off of him. And during those moments he will be more clingy, will give you tongue kisses (not mouth to mouth, like licking at your cheek quickly since he doesn't exactly have lips), and might even sometimes rest his head on your lap and mutter about how you're so special to him, how he absolutely adores you.

will want for you to wear his overcoats, he wants his scent all over you so then other people (who have increased senses) know who is courting you.

ok, this dude will want to go all out and make you a nest but he knows that would probably be rude so he tries and keeps that to himself.

no babies, no babies yet.

[ramblings-of-this-lunatic]

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THAT WAS ME I AM SO FUCKING SORRY ALL OF YOU I LOST ALL OF YOUR ANON MESSAGES ANE EVRYTHING ILL BE REMAKING IT SO FAST SOON PLEASE REFOLLOW IT IM SO SORRY YOU GUYS

I DELETED LITERALLY ALL MY TUMBLRS BY ACCIDENT BUT IM RAPIDLY REMAKING ALL OF IT I’M SO SORRY

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[magiccueball]

Hi! Can you please do hastur/ the feaster with a kuudere, cold emotionless reader who is very distant towards the hunters and survivors pls

Hastur/Feaster x GN! Kuudere Reader Headcanons

[SFW]

Note: My hunter main? In a story? Dreams do come true! I’m not entirely familiar with writing kuudere characters but I hope you still enjoy! ^^”

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-Each day, same as the last. Run, run, hide. Perhaps fly away if you weren’t careful enough. It was never ending.

-But you didn’t care. Whatever it took, you supposed.

-Nothing changed. As long as everyone kept away from you, you would be okay.

-It was basic survival.

-You kept away from everyone, hunters and survivors alike. Not because you despised them but merely because you saw no reason to bother yourself with their goings on. But yet, you didn’t mind watching them from a distance.

-One in particular being Hastur, such an odd being he was but intriguing nonetheless.

-On the occasions that your paths cross, he would greet you by name and yet you felt yourself compelled to greet him the same. Short, yet there was something you felt from him the moment you reacted.

-A kinship, perhaps?

-You clear you mind of the thought. How foolish.

-You usually ran off to your hiding spot in the manor, away from the noise and chaos of it all. A place of peace. An emptiness that echoed your own. The only thing giving the room any sign of life was the window with which you watched the world below from and your very existence.

-You hadn’t been there long before you realized something or someone was watching you.

-With no change to your expression, you turned around to find the source of this watchful presence only to be greeted by Hastur lingering in the doorway.

-He doesn’t say a word but doesn’t leave either. He just stands there watching you.

-You turn back away from him, looking out the window once more. You could hear him slither to your side and stand beside you, the both of you now partaking in the sights below.

-There were no words exchanged but yet a mutual understanding lingered between you two.

-This occurrence soon became a routine. The two of you watching through the window with not a word spoken. Honestly, you ignored his presence half the time but he was always there whether you wanted to be or not.

-It became oddly comforting to have someone to share these moments with but you never made it apparent to him. You weren’t sure you even could.

-But one day, you asked Hastur why. Why did he choose to spend his moments of free time here? Why did he enjoy it so much?

-You could hear a faint chuckle echo from underneath his hood.

-He explained that as a being of great power, he was not beholden to anyone in these trivial games. But what initially drove him to participate was to see survivors run like rats in a trap. To see their insanity growing by the day. But even an old one such as himself can tire of seeing dread.

-Then he saw you. A clean slate. No fake facade or fear about you. You were you. Something he highly respected you for.

-You two were one in the same. Expressionless yet filled to the brim with emotions you kept deep inside. Observers. Watchers.

-For the first time in your life, you felt a smile slightly curling upon your lips. He understood.

-He became your new normal now. It was a quiet normal but one you both treasured. You found calm in one another and didn’t dare to have it any other way. Perhaps surviving day to day wasn’t so bad as long as you had Hastur to be by your side.