Azhmodai Hoodies

"The daemon-sultan Azathoth gnaws hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the Other Gods." - H. P. Lovecraft, "The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath"

Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods!

"In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die.

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

"Stupendous and unheard-of splendours await me below, and I shall seek them soon..." - H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow over Innsmouth

"Yig was a great god. He was bad medicine. He did not forget things. In the autumn his children were hungry and wild, and Yig was hungry and wild too."

"They were the blasphemous fish-frogs of the nameless design--living and horrible..." - H.P. Lovecraft, "The Shadow over Innsmouth"

"Ever Their praises and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods!" — H. P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer in Darkness

"The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen."

“Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.” - H.P. Lovecraft, "The Dunwich Horror"

"Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold." — H. P. Lovecraft, The Dunwich Horror

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"They were the blasphemous fish-frogs of the nameless design--living and horrible--and as I saw them I knew also of what that humped, tiaraed priest in the black church basement had so fearsomely reminded me." - H.P. Lovecraft, "The Shadow over Innsmouth"

"Have you found the Yellow Sign?" "Have you found the Yellow Sign?" "Have you found the Yellow Sign?" - Robert W. Chambers, "The Yellow Sign"

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"In that secret cave in the bowels of Voormithadreth...abides from eldermost eons the god Tsathoggua. You shall know Tsathoggua by his great girth and his batlike furriness and the look of a sleepy black toad which he has eternally. He will rise not from his place, even in the ravening of hunger, but will wait in divine slothfulness for the sacrifice." - Clark Ashton Smith, "The Seven Geases"

"In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming." — H. P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

Illustration monster AZATHOTH

“Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate."

"Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!" — H. P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer in Darkness

“All things serve the beam.” ― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

"...shocking and uncouth black things with smooth, oily, whale-like surfaces, unpleasant horns that curved inward toward each other, bat wings whose beating made no sound, ugly prehensile paws, and barbed tails that lashed needlessly and disquietingly. And worst of all, they never spoke or laughed, and never smiled because they had no faces at all to smile with, but only a suggestive blankness where a face ought to be. All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of night-gaunts." - H. P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

"That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die."

Cthylla, daughter of Cthulhu

"Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!" — H. P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer in Darkness

"In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare."

"Words could not adequately convey the repulsiveness of the thing. It was endowed with a trunk and great, uneven ears, and two enormous tusks protruded from the corners of its mouth. But it was not an elephant. Indeed, its resemblace to an actual elephant was, at best, sporadic and superficial, despite certain unmistakable points of similarity. The ears were webbed and tentacled, the trunk terminated in a huge flaring disk at least a foot in diameter, and the tusks, which intertwined and interlocked at the base of the statue, were as translucent as rock crystal." - Frank Belknap Long, The Horror from the Hills

A mind is a terrible thing to waste.

"That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die."

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

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"In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming." - H. P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu