Nyarlathotep Lovecraft Hoodies

The Black Pharaoh

"...the daemon-sultan Azathoth gnaws hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the Other Gods, blind, voiceless, tenebrous, and mindless, with their soul and messenger Nyarlathotep." — H. P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

A sentient blob of self-shaping gelatinous flesh, something like a giant amoeba

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

Ruler of the Outer Gods

The Crawling Chaos That Never Sleeps. BLACK INK version also available.

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

"And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

nyarlathotep of lovecraft

"And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

The Crawling Chaos

The Dunwich Horror

The King in Yellow

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

Great darkness from the Necronomicon

crawling chaos

Everyone's favorite tentacle face man.

Father of Serpents

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

The Deep One

A portrait of H.P Lovecraft and his mythos characters.

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

A parody of the often-parodied shirts from Experimental Jetset (http://www.experimentaljetset.nl), this shirt is guaranteed to win you some high-fives at your next Miskatonic University kegger. Can also be used to shield your eyes from any indescribable horror beyond imagining that you may cross your path while on seaside spring break at beautiful Innsmouth, Massachusetts.

A parody of the often-parodied shirts from Experimental Jetset (http://www.experimentaljetset.nl), this shirt is guaranteed to win you some high-fives at your next Miskatonic University kegger. Can also be used to shield your eyes from any indescribable horror beyond imagining that you may cross your path while on seaside spring break at beautiful Innsmouth, Massachusetts.

crawling chaos

Great darkness from the Necronomicon

Nyarlathotep: crawling chaos of Egypt

Sleeper of N'kai

crawling chaos

There were, in such voyages, incalculable local dangers; as well as that shocking final peril which gibbers unmentionably outside the ordered universe, where no dreams reach; that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity—the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlatho

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

The most terrifying gods in the universe of the great Howord P Lovecraft

"What his fate would be, he did not know; but he felt that he was held for the coming of that frightful soul and messenger of infinity’s Other Gods, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep."

The monster from the stories of Howard Phillips Lovecraft

One of H.P. Lovecraft's Nyarlathotep many avatars