* all knowing.

[hasturs]

𝐇 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐑 𝐒. original & highly selective horror original character as loved by tally (he/it).

that's the end of it, isn't it? it's not. this whole thing - this eldritch thing - it's... it's like an ant on a keyboard. like you told an ant, this is a keyboard for people. this is how it's used. this is how it was made. it can't go back to being an ant after that. it would go insane. that's what we are to them: ants on keyboards.

𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞.

[polarean]

this guy is probably just on a real bad trip. that's what jameson thinks, when this vaguely familiar stranger says some real outta - left - field shit, then hits the floor like a sack of flour. his head had made a thunk on the boards and jameson had winced, taken a gulp of his drink, and crouched down beside him. the bartender says something about an ambulance and jameson waves him off. he wouldn't think twice about grabbing this dude's shoulder to shake him awake, but he's already coming to. thank fuck. they'd been having fun.

his smile spreads across his face, charming and fox - sly, and he shrugs. " yeah, it was some pretty fucked up stuff. really politically charged. " it had been nothing of the sort. but the teasing is fun. " you gonna get yourself off the floor and give me that dance you promised twenty minutes ago? "

[hasturs]

he  would  curse  the  eldritch  if  he  thought  it  would  care.  if  it  would  do  anything.  the  idea  withers  with  surprising  speed:  a  boot  cannot  be  angered  by  an  ant,  it  cannot  even  be  annoyed.  it  will  only  stomp  faster.  so  here  he  is,  then,  prying  his  body  up  with  a  grunt  and  trying  to  parse  the  world  through  ringing  ears.  politically  charged  registers.  he  curses  under  his  breath  in  a  language  no  one  alive  speaks.  

there’s  doubt  that  hastur  knows  politics  anymore  than  a  star  knows  the  distinct  times  of  day  on  earth.  so  far  away  and  vast  is  it  that  the  idea  is  something  absurd  in  and  of  itself…  but  it  still  has  a  veil  of  plausibility  about  it,  if  only  because  of  his  pounding  headache  and  the  fact  that  his  better  self  is  still  slightly  scrambled.  the  sight  of  a  pleasant  smile,  vulpine  and  coy  though  it  is,  does  not  help  this  matter.  

❛  sorry,  ❜  comes  from  his  mouth  even  as  the  word’s  meaning  still  eludes  him.  he  rights  himself,  runs  a  hand  through  dirty  blond.  something  like  the  taste  of  alcohol  still  lingers  at  the  back  of  his  throat.  good  gods,  hastur  had  him  drinking?  it  shouldn’t  surprise  him.  what  is  a  bar  if  not  a  tourist  trap  for  the  deified?  ❛  really,  i  am.  it’s  —    i  have…  yeah,  no,  sorry.  i’ll  buy  you  a  drink  to  make  up  for  it,  how  about  it  ??  ❜ 

[kaisbanks]

Outer Banks - JJ Maybank 

season one episode one.

[hasturs]

the  dead  have  nothing  left  for  the  living.  he  knows  this  intimately;  the  absence  of  people  who  ought  to  be  beside  him  is  one  felt  with  every  breath  (they  should  be  strangling  him  but  they’re  not,  and  that’s  the  strange  part),  but  they  won’t  return.  they’ve  no  gifts  to  offer.  no  guidance.  no  cash.  that  last  one  hurts  the  most.  he  needs  a  fast  car  and  a  race,  and  yet  he  has  to  settle  now  for  loitering  in  the  gods-be-damned  dark.  why?  because  the  divine  tells  him  to.  because  it  feels  wrong  to  walk  anywhere  else,  like  a  tightness  in  his  chest  triggered  whenever  he  dares  to  think  of  straying  from  where  the  devil  wants  him.  

and  now  he  plays  his  favorite  game:  spot  what  hastur  wants…  or  wait  for  it  to  come  to  me. 

@ghcstwired / starter call.

[hasturs]

a  hand  rests,  uneasy  and  unsure,  against  the  front  of  his  throat.  he  runs  a  calloused  hand  up  to  the  underside  of  his  jaw  where  soon-to-crack  skin  grazes  against  stubs  of  dirty  blond.  somewhere  far  off,  music  plays.  some  part  of  him  recognizes  it  as  a  song  befitting  of  any  stock  commercial  or  cheesy  insurance  advertisement.  he  only  recognizes  that  he’s  laying  down  when  his  body  begins  to  stand,  hands  finding  their  rightful  place  in  his  pockets  and  gaze  finding  the  liminal  horizon  once  more.  the  question  which  follows  is  quiet,  breathed  out,  so  that  the  devil  inside  may  be  the  only  one  which  hears  it.  

  ❛  …  where  the  hell  did  you  put  me  ??  ❜

@analogfriend . starter call

[hasturs]

before the eldritch took root in him, sean enjoyed horror movies. after hastur's arrival, however, he rapidly grew to dislike them not because their subject matter had become familiar, but because of how boring the popular idea of horror had become to him. nothing matched everything being thrown at him or bouts of madness anymore; fear, at least in most of it's common forms, became a foreign thing to him.

[jjmayday]

JJ MAYBANK + the pookie shirt

[hasturs]

the  last  time  he  was  conscious,  he  was  in  new  jersey  and  trying  to  find  his  keys.  the  wood  ‘neath  his  head  is  unfamiliar,  the  sound  of  laughter  even  more  so  —  bile,  bitterness  stirs  in  the  back  of  his  throat.  he  pries  himself  upright,  runs  his  left  hand  down  his  face.  the  smile  is  not  his.  it  disappears  ‘neath  his  palm  and,  when  his  eyes  find  the  unfortunate  fool  beside  him,  is  replaced  with  dread.  eldritch  amusement  ricochets  between  the  corners  of  his  skull.  

  ❛  i’m  so  sorry  for  whatever  i  just  said.  ❜

@polarean . starter call

[hasturs]

concerts  are  not  the  territory  of  the  divine.  no  god  sits  near  the  cusp  of  the  stage  as  the  show  wraps  up,  no  fawning  demigod  lingers  in  hopes  of  getting  a  pity-inspired  autograph,  no  greater  power  stays  to  observe  mortal  affairs  -  none  beyond  the  one  curling  about  the  base  of  his  brainstem.  the  show  has  wrapped  up,  the  story  is  over,  and  a  question  is  asked  of  him  by  that  godforsaken  intruder:  why  are  you  still  here,  sean?  

the  answer  comes  in  a  wave  to  the  guitarist,  the  venue  mostly  empty  now,  ❛  hey,  where’d  you  learn  to  play  ??  ❜

@pyreboy . starter call

[hasturs]

PROMETHEUS ( @altruprism ) said, look at this little lamb.

divinity  is  ash  clinging  to  the  inside  of  his  nose;  every  breath  pushes  it  further  down  shared  lungs,  reminds  him  of  the  blossoming  scar  ‘cross  his  chest  and  back.  this  is  a  god’s  black-lung  shoved  into  a  mortal  self.  fingers  twitch  in  anticipation  for  something  violent  but  heretofore  unknown.

and  then  it’s  there,  perilously  close,  divinity.  the  breath  taken  scorches  his  lungs  and  tells  him  of  olympus,  of  flames  sought  and  sequestered,  and  sean  bites  his  tongue.  it’s  all  he  can  do  to  keep  from  screaming  at  the  figment,  the  older  ones  have  no  time  for  children.  not  his  words,  not  his  mouth.  damn  you,  o’  golden  king.

❛  i  am  not  a  lamb,  ❜  the  words  feel  forced,  horrid,  unwanted,  too-sweet  sap  on  his  tongue.    ❛  i’m  just  someone  on  his  way,  that’s  all.  ❜

[hasturs]

starter call. gonna keep these short, probably just a paragraph.

[hasturs]

my old man killed the idea of a loving god being up there when i was six years old. nothing capable of kindness could make a man like him. well. turns out there are other gods. hateful ones. like the one in our my head.

𝐇 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐑 𝐒. an independent  &&  highly  selective  original  horror  character.  heavily  influenced  by  eldritch  horror  and  existentialism.  as  adored  by  tally  (he/it,  25). template.

[lesliesmemes]

the lost boys: a new musical sentence starters.

‘ i’ve been dreaming of this day for years. ’

‘ i hope this new town will cut me some slack. ’

‘ i’ve been through hell & i’m not going back. ’

‘ that desert was the death of me. ’

‘ it’s sucking the life out of me, being trapped in this family. ’

‘ from here on out, things are looking up. ’

‘ what could go wrong in this charming little town? ’

‘ maybe a change will do me some good. ’

‘ no more demons getting in my head. ’

‘ i can finally let down my guard. ’

‘ from now on, no more monsters. ’

‘ there’s no space for me here. ’

‘ if i don’t get out now, i’m gonna lose myself here. ’

‘ i just wanna disappear. ’

‘ i like the danger here. ’

‘ i can meet anyone, find myself some fun. ’

‘ i can lose myself here. ’

‘ we got everything you need. ’

‘ it’s a neverending party here. ’

‘ there’s a million ways to feel alright. ’

‘ i need a quick hit. ’

‘ come on & give me it. ’

‘ give me the good shit. ’

‘ how can you blame me? ’

‘ you’re so beautiful, baby. ’

‘ in the dead of night, i have to have you. ’

‘ i have to have you. ’

‘ i’m knocking on your door. ’

‘ let me inside. ’

‘ don’t let me be denied! ’

‘ i have to know her. ’

‘ look at this little lamb. ’

‘ he thinks he knows who i am. ’

‘ i’m trouble, through & through. ’

‘ when the sun is setting, it’s the most beautiful sky. ’

‘ but when the moon comes out, it’s a beautiful place to die. ’

‘ the situation is dire! ’

‘ you’re dead meat, kid! ’

‘ welcome to the murder capital of the world! ’

‘ i see through what you’re trying to do. ’

‘ you’re out here chasing sparks in the dark, looking for something new. ’

‘ i’m just trying to get my ear pierced. ’

‘ what you really need is to check your speed. ’

‘ you might find the wrong kind of fun. ’

‘ don’t you do something that can’t be undone. ’

‘ it might change everything. ’

‘ it might hurt a little. ’

‘ so how ’bout you? ’

‘ you seem to run off right on cue. ’

‘ you got those soulful eyes, deep & wise. ’

‘ if it makes you feel, it’s gotta be real. ’

‘ i bet you’ve never had to fight to survive. ’

‘ i’ve got time to kill. ’

‘ if you’re the running kind, it’s alright. ’

‘ i’ve got all the time in the world. ’

‘ that story’s done: i don’t need reminding. ’

‘ why can’t we just be happy at last? ’

‘ i’m gonna skip to the good part. ’

‘ it’s time for a plot twist. ’

‘ there’s something different in the stars tonight. ’

‘ it’s brighter than it’s ever been tonight. ’

‘ time & space seem like they’re starting to bend. ’

‘ dizzy & reeling, i don’t want this feeling to end. ’

‘ say that we can stay here now, forever. ’

‘ the world can wait. ’

‘ i wanna take it all in. ’

‘ hey, boy. ’

‘ do you ride, boy? ’

‘ the road is wide. ’

‘ let’s see what you got. ’

‘ are you in or are you out? ’

‘ it’s time to decide, boy. ’

‘ are you ready for the ride of your life, [name]? ’

‘ this is the thrill of the chase, [name]! ’

‘ come on, tell me how do you feel? ’

‘ for the first time i feel alive! ’

‘ this world’s a cold place, isn’t it? ’

‘ no one around you has truly found you. ’

‘ you’re always on your own. ’

‘ come, you will be made anew. ’

‘ take my heart with you. ’

‘ i don’t know who i’m supposed to be. ’

‘ it’s like i’m always fighting gravity. ’

‘ i want to belong to someone. ’

‘ i need a family that’s gonna stand up for me. ’

‘ for so long i’ve been lost & looking for the light. ’

‘ i’m tired of wandering around. ’

‘ i want a love that can slow down time. ’

‘ you got things you don’t understand, but soon you will. ’

‘ don’t know how things got so out of hand. ’

‘ you’ll be who you were meant to be. ’

‘ when the secret comes out, i promise you everything will become clear. ’

‘ questions that haunt you will all disappear. ’

‘ the daylight will fade, oh, but be not afraid. ’

‘ you’ve been a prisoner for so long with no way out. ’

‘ your faith has been shaken, your power’s been taken. ’

‘ it’s time that you take it back. ’

‘ it’s a game of survival. ’

‘ stop fighting a war you can’t win. ’

‘ it’s time to give in. ’

‘ you’ll never have to be on your own. ’

‘ do you know who you are? ’

‘ part of you has always been on the run. ’

‘ it’s tearing you apart, the push & the pull. ’

‘ the hunger inside is inevitable. ’

‘ well, this explains a lot. ’

‘ it’s worse than i thought. ’

‘ i’m a sitting duck. ’

‘ he may never be the same! ’

‘ your brother is a goddamn vampire! ’

‘ i remember how it used to be. ’

‘ i was gonna change the world. ’

‘ i was a fearless girl. ’

‘ i gave away a part of me & i’m paying for it now. ’

‘ i’d be that alive again if i could only remember how. ’

‘ maybe it’s not too late for you now. ’

‘ i’m ready for something more. ’

‘ thought you could be free, but you belong to me. ’

‘ now forever you’re haunted. ’

‘ you’ve gone & truly lost yourself. ’

‘ isn’t this what you wanted? ’

‘ thou shall not kill. ’

‘ i’m always in between. ’

‘ no matter what i choose, everything will burn. ’

‘ the truth is i’ve never had a choice, a say in this, a voice. ’

‘ when will i ever learn? ’

‘ it’s hard to see what’s left of me to save. ’

‘ what’s the use in pretending? ’

‘ every day is war. ’

‘ this is not my war. ’

‘ this covert operation will save the whole damn nation! ’

‘ now i’m laying down the law! ’

‘ i’m running out of answers here! ’

‘ this is not make believe! ’

‘ i’ve taken hits way worse than this. ’

‘ [name], don’t be naive! ’

‘ with you i feel alive. ’

‘ how can i get through to you? ’

‘ i would keep you safe if i knew what to do. ’

‘ i kinda feel like i could fly right now. ’

‘ no one sees things quite the way i do. ’

‘ the world will see the way i shine! ’

‘ this teenage horror show ends right here! ’

‘ won’t be afraid if i’m next to you. ’

‘ he just wouldn’t listen no matter how hard i tried. ’

‘ it’s like i’m finally home. ’

‘ i’m where i wanna be & here i’ll stay. ’

‘ may we not forget how close we came to saying goodbye. ’

‘ remember what matters now if we make it through the night. ’

‘ we’ll never be broken. ’

‘ i’ll stay by you always for all of my days. ’

[hasturs]

yoojin ( @cagedb1rd ) said, "Let me in."

the  worst  that  can  happen  has  already  happened.  gold-stained  eyes  have  glimpsed  the  depths  of  existence  and  now  peek  out  from  behind  a  slim  gap  between  aged  wood  and  the  door’s  frame.  unknowable  things  linger  in  the  depths,  in  the  back  of  a  mind  already  worn  tediously  thin,  and  now  ??  a  horror  arrives  at  the  inn  room,  loitering  about  but  not  quite  committing  to  entry.  maybe  permission  is  needed.  maybe  the  half-cracked  door  is  enough  of  a  warning,  an  objection.  

the  bones  of  his  knuckles  stain  the  thin  skin  blanketing  them  white  with  the  force  of  his  hold  on  the  door’s  cusp.  unease  pools  in  his  gut,  mingling  with  flat  soda  and  the  remnants  of  yesterday’s  dinner.  he  does  not  get  visitors.  he  does  not  get  friendly  faces  showing  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  the  blaring  message  of  ‘3  A.M’  on  the  analog  clock  beside  his  bed  far  from  lost  on  him.  it  stays  in  his  peripheral  as  a  blurry  neon  red.  

❛  no,  ❜  is  his  answer,  low,  tired,  warning  in  its  own  right.   ❛  not  until  you  tell  me  what  you  want.  ❜    

[hasturs]

my old man killed the idea of a loving god being up there when i was six years old. nothing capable of kindness could make a man like him. well. turns out there are other gods. hateful ones. like the one in our my head.

𝐇 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐑 𝐒. an independent  &&  highly  selective  original  horror  character.  heavily  influenced  by  eldritch  horror  and  existentialism.  as  adored  by  tally  (he/it,  25). template.

[hasturs]

soo ( @ichorkind ) said, "Nothing feels real."

the  thought  of  smoking  surfaces,  then  is  dragged  once  more  to  the  back  of  an  already  strained  mind.  the  taste  of  cigarette  smoke  would  be  a  comfort,  but  only  in  so  much  as  his  father’s  strikes  had  been;  the  familiarity  of  knuckles  leaving  purple  channels  across  his  ribs  and  elbows  is  one  forever  carried  in  the  depths  of  this  unfortunate  heart.  the  cigarette,  however,  would  provide  some  measure  of  warmth.  it  would  sting  the  back  of  the  throat,  and  in  that  sting  he  would  know  that  it’s  real.  

teeth  find  the  inside  of  the  mouth  and  clamp  down.  his  tongue  hunts  for  the  a  droplet  of  copper,  running  along  the  flat  of  his  teeth.  he  finds  it,  cherishes  it,  disregards  it.  he  is  almost  willing  to  do  the  same  to  the  other’s  observation,  but  there  is  a  kinship  in  dissociation  as  much  as  there  is  one  in  decade-old  bruise-scars.  

❛  eat  something  bitter,  ❜  says  the  host.  his  hands  slide  into  the  pockets  of  his  coat.  the  pads  of  his  fingers  pull  and  twist  at  loose  millimeter  strings.  ❛  or  bite  a  finger.  either  helps  me.  ❜  there  is  no  great  commitment  to  the  voice.  this  is  not  said  as  if  it  is  some  grand  panacea.  this  is  said  as  a  statement  of  personal  fact.  a  testimony  of  one.  

[hasturs]

moira ( @altruprism ) said, ”I saw everything.”

hands  tangle  in  sullied  blond  hair.  nails  scrape  at  a  scalp  once  scorched  by  the  midday  sun.  lungs  shudder  as  a  too-deep  breath  is  taken;  they  flatten  ‘gainst  the  ribs  from  the  inside  out.  the  ensuing  exhale  is  harsh  through  gritted  teeth.  it  carries  the  taste  of  stomach  acid  back  against  the  flat  of  a  useless  tongue,  the  scent  of  last  night’s  madness-made  mistakes  smothered  by  artificial  orange.  

❛  me  too,  ❜         comes  the  host’s  response,  aching  and  tired.  hands  drag  themselves  down  his  face,  fingers  briefly  snagging  on  the  bottoms  of  his  eyes  and  pull  until  the  soft  pink  of  the  muscle  underneath  is  visible.  they  relinquish  when  the  library’s  air  starts  to  sting,  and  the  hands  rest  under  his  chin.  they  are  a  more  comfortable  pillow  than  the  bare  of  the  library  desk,  but  only  slightly.  

❛  i  saw  everything’s  everything.  the  idea  of  it.  what  everything  feels  like,  i  saw  that.  ❜         the  head  turns  from  her,  mouth  hidden  ‘gainst  the  inside  of  his  crossed  arms.  eyes  fix  on  a  shelf  on  the  other  side  of  the  room.  

❛  i  wish  i  just  saw  a  part  of  everything.  maybe  i  could’ve  handled  that  better.  ❜  a  pause.  his  eyes  return  to  her.   ❛  how  did  you  handle  it  ??  ❜