Mythos Tapestries

"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."

Do you Love Lovecraft? (eyerolls)

As an icy fog rolls in from the phosphorescent sea, whispering secrets too vast and terrible for the mind to encompass; as hoary abominations slither and gibber in the foreboding gloom, you realize you forgot to turn off the stove.

Do you Love Lovecraft? (eyerolls)

Cute Mythos Friends Cthulhu

Knock on doors with signature style with this chic minimalist design by internationally acclaimed artist Liviana Sagese on a classic ringer t-shirt. Sometimes the best things can be so simple, like Cthulhu's universal policy of human obliteration — or this rendering of our Dread Lord in minimalist style. Knock on doors with signature style with this chic design by internationally acclaimed artist Liviana Sagese.

Class is in slimy session!

"...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

I was very pleased with the colouring of the Great Old One. I think I got the tone right. If you've not familiar with Cthulhu ("Ke-too-loo") or have not read any of the stories written by its creator H.P. Lovecraft, I highly recommend it. His writing style is one of a kind. Just get any of the collection set like this one. However, if you're not the reading type, perhaps this documentary will enlighten you. It features interviews from Neil Gaiman (The Sandman, Coraline), John Carpenter (Halloween, The Thing), Guillermo del Torro (Hellboy, The Shape of Water) and many others. "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!"

"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." --...

Great darkness from the Necronomicon

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

Greek Pantheon - Smite

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

Elder Thing

Have Yourself A Merry Little Cthumas!

Nitocris

They are watching you!

Cthulhu, Azathoth, Nyarlathotep, and more celebrate the Titan of Terror, HP Lovecraft.

An Old one drops by...

Destroyer

Night Gaunts

Zvilpogghua

A water nymph is coming out of a pond, giving in the mean time a good fright to a frog.

A mighty sword-arm anchored by a holy purpose. A zealous warrior.

"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."

“When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live.” ― H. P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

"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." ...

Lonely Cthulhu waiting for love.

"Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!"

Pledge your trending loyalty to the Old Gods through social media!

"Nyarlathotep . . . the crawling chaos . . . I am the last . . . I will tell the audient void. . . ." The Crawling Chaos, the Black Pharaoh, the Ghost of the Dark, the God of the Bloody Tongue. Iä! Iä!

Deep Ones

Vigilo Confido

The Black Pharaoh