Author🦑John A DeLaughter🔍🕵さんのイラストまとめ

🦑Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa🎨Steve Otis🦑
#RoberWChambers #TheKingInYellow

🦑There among a circle of crude monoliths stood the prehistoric monastery where dwelt alone the high-priest not to be described, which wears a yellow silken mask over its face & prays to the Other Gods & the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep🎨Caleb Cleveland🦑#Lovecraft #Mythos

🦑And vast infinities away, past the Gate of Deeper Slumber & the twilight reaches of Inganok, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep strode brooding into the onyx castle atop unknown Kadath in the cold waste & taunted insolently earth's mild gods🎨Ito-Saith-Webb🦑#Lovecraft #Mythos

🦑Of such great powers, there may be conceivably a survival of a hugely remote period when consciousness was manifested in forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity, forms of which legend alone have called them gods & monsters🎨villas7-dboln4w🦑#HPL

⚰️The amulet was not wholly unfamiliar. We recognised it as the thing hinted of in the forbidden Necronomicon; the ghastly soul-symbol of the corpse-eating cult of inaccessible Leng, in Central Asia. It denoted the souls of those who gnawed at the dead🎨Noriyoshi Ohrai⚰️#HPL

🗝️The rite of the Silver Key, as practiced by Randolph Carter in that black, cavern, did not prove empty. From the first gesture & syllable an aura of strange, awesome mutation was apparent—a sense of incalculable disturbance & confusion in time & space🎨Patrick Ennis🗝️#HPL

🦑Another race—a land race of beings shaped like octopi & corresponding to the fabulous pre-human spawn of Cthulhu—soon began filtering down from cosmic infinity & precipitated a monstrous war which drove the Old Ones wholly back to the sea🎨joeytheberzerker🦑#Lovecraft

🦑Oh, my Gawd, that haff face on top; with the red eyes an’ crinkly albino hair, an’ no chin, like the Whateleys. It was a octopus, centipede, spider kind o’ thing, but they was a haff-shaped man’s face, an’ it looked like Wizard Whateley’s, only yards acrost🎨douzen🦑#HPL

🦑If I could create an ideal world, it would be an England with the fire of the Elizabethans, the correct taste of the Georgians, and the refinement and pure ideals of the Victorians🎨IrenHorrors🦑#HPLovecraft #Mythos

🦑Out of the unknown blackness beyond the gangrenous glare of that cold flame, out of the Tartarean leagues through which that oily river rolled uncanny, unheard, & unsuspected, there flopped rhythmically a horde of hybrid winged things🎨Martin de Diego Sádaba🦑#HPL #Mythos