Lovecraft Tapestries

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Just an illustration in the style of the great horror writer H. P. Lovecraft

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Cthulhu is a primeval god who made his debut in Howard Phillips Lovecraft's story The Call of Cthulhu.

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

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

A unique tshirt for fans of H. P. Lovecraft and literature, this portrait of Lovecraft is made up of the text from The Call of Cthulhu. A perfect gift for book lovers, literature students and fans of the macabre.

Vintage inspired "Live Beyond Fear" Label

An illustration for the HP Lovecraft story, 'The Colour Out of Space'

Become an enlightened alumni of the Miskatonic University

Loosening tongues since Prohibition

Howard Phillips Lovecraft (August 20, 1890 – March 15, 1937) was an American writer, who achieved posthumous fame through his influential works of horror fiction. He was virtually unknown and published only in pulp magazines before he died in poverty, but he is now regarded as one of the most significant 20th-century authors of horror and weird fiction. Lovecraft’s writing, particularly the so-called Cthulhu Mythos, has influenced fiction authors including modern horror and fantasy writers.

We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.

The Deep One

The Dunwich Horror

Howard Phillips Lovecraft (August 20, 1890 – March 15, 1937) was an American writer, who achieved posthumous fame through his influential works of horror fiction. He was virtually unknown and published only in pulp magazines before he died in poverty, but he is now regarded as one of the most significant 20th-century authors of horror and weird fiction. Lovecraft’s writing, particularly the so-called Cthulhu Mythos, has influenced fiction authors including modern horror and fantasy writers. He's shown in my illustration with a lot of tentacles, a few skulls and the Sigil of the Gateway behind him.

Arkham & Innsmouth & Kingsport & Dunwich. Madness creeps in...

Join us for a midnight swim at Devil Reef - The Esoteric Order of Dagon is always looking for new recruits! If you love craft, you'll love Innsmouth!

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Arkham & Innsmouth & Kingsport & Dunwich. My sanity snaps...

Inspired by the work of HP Lovecraft.

From my Lovecraft Tarot Card set.

H.P. Lovecraft.

Super cute HP Lovecraft and Cthulhu!

“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"

"I think their predominant color was a greyish-green, though they had white bellies. They were mostly shiny and slippery, but the ridges of their backs were scaly. Their forms vaguely suggested the anthropoid, while their heads were the heads of fish, with prodigious bulging eyes that never closed. At the sides of their necks were palpitating gills, and their long paws were webbed. They hopped irregularly, sometimes on two legs and sometimes on four. I was somehow glad that they had no more than four limbs. Their croaking, baying voices, clearly used for articulate speech, held all the dark shades of expression which their staring faces lacked ... They were the blasphemous fish-frogs of the nameless design - living and horrible." ...

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

You'll be shocked, you'll be thrilled!

“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

Sleeper of N'kai

The best spirits are dark spirits.