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akuma-tenshi · 3 months
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the sequel to this post because i'm so normal about them guys i swear
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chawawanya · 3 months
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sorry in advance but I'm going to post everything I have left.. here are all the sillies I play for now!
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lemon-pilled · 1 year
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yeah
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teethcake · 5 months
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Is this familiar to you... Mr. Byers?
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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
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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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the-toybox-sys · 4 months
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idv fans how we feeling tonight
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otakusparkle · 4 months
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Identity V Call Of The Abyss 7 Commencing
Call Of The Abyss 7 Background Story Video
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m0-rax · 7 months
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KINKTOBER DAY 6: Tentacles
Pairing: Hastur x GN! Reader
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Hastur was always doing this. Mid match you’d be decoding a cipher and then he’d use one of his many tentacles to find you.
Once he found you, he always ensnared you in the tentacles on his body hidden beneath his clothes.
Quick work was always made of your clothes.
The fleshy touch of the massive tentacles he had on him always had you squirming, but he liked it that way.
To see his touch make you moan his name. His large hands would grasp at your waist and he’d fuck you right then and there.
He loved to see you writhe when your holes were filled to the brim by him. His tentacles pulsating in and out of you by the minute.
You could never move during these times, grip on you too tight to do so. Hastur would stare at you with his many eyes as he fucked you.
You always had to hope that you wouldn’t be caught when he decided to do this during matches.
His large fleshy cock would stretch your walls and have you screaming his name and pleasure engulfing your body.
Tears would stream down your cheeks but he wouldn’t listen. Any hole not being used by his cock was filled by his tentacles.
The slimy texture and smoothness of them made you feel so strange yet filled inside. He rubbed your sensitive areas just right.
If his hands weren’t on your hips they roamed your body feeling every part of the skin he’d exposed for his own viewing pleasure.
He’d use every part of your body for his pleasure and his enjoyment. You don’t know how much he enjoyed the view of you restrained by his tentacles.
The way those long, wiggly limbs penetrated you so rhythmically that you could beat a drum to the pace of each thrust.
He always filled you with his own cum and when he was done fucking you during a game, he’d leave you to get yourself put together again.
It would never be the last time though, he’d always come back for another round whether it be the day after or in the very same night.
Ever since he’d found another use for those tentacles of his.
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rvelchc · 5 months
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finally get to post the piece I made for the Garden of Eden : IDV T4T zine . Featuring trans man bane and agender hastur
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smittenroses · 10 months
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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
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— To Be Human
ask box open | commissions open | hit the tip jar | Patreon
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 💕
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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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bloodencrustedfritter · 4 months
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oh my goodness gracious
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akuma-tenshi · 2 months
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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)
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chawawanya · 4 months
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isn't he silly
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lemon-pilled · 10 months
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im incapable of making anything but shitposts
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teethcake · 4 months
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Dear Visitors, Come and see the renown author and new senator of Lakeside Village, Arthur Byers who will be joining us (not so) soon!
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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
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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.
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