Author🦑John A DeLaughter🔍🕵さんのイラストまとめ

🦑It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and unforming as pustules of greenish light all over🎨florian haeckh🦑#Lovecraft #Horror

🦑The Great Ones themselves dread them. The night-gaunts, such silent and slippery flyers, own not Nyarlathotep for their master, but bow only to potent and archaic Nodens🎨Mukesh Singh aka Nisachar🦑#HPLovecraft #Mythos #Nodens

🦑Amid the maddening beating of vile drums & the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes, they dance slowly, awkwardly, & absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul & messenger is Nyarlathotep🎨microsmos🦑#HPL

🦑When Tillinghast was silent I fancied myself in some vast & incredible temple of long-dead gods; some vague edifice of innumerable black stone columns reaching up from a floor of damp slabs to a cloudy height beyond the range of my vision🎨James McCarthy🦑#HPLovecraft #Mythos

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

🦑Cthulhu still lives again in that chasm of stone which has shielded him since the sun was young. His accursed city is sunken once more, What has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness dreams in the deep, & decay spreads over the tottering cities of men🎨ArtSchoolBStuff🦑#HPLovecraft

🦑Great globes of light massing towards the opening & the protoplasmic flesh that flowed blackly to form that eldritch spawn of primal time, tentacled amorphous monster, a congeries of iridescent globes, the primal slime of Yog-Sothoth🎨Guillem H. Pongiluppi🦑#Lovecraft #Derleth

🎨Dead to all others, save themselves. Each amorphous, flashing a million-faced variations on a thousand-themes, mistaken for many things by multiplied species. Mimicking life where it was found, according to a whim, according to the moment🎨Peter A. Jones🎨#Mythos #Lovecraftian

🐙Then we saw the vast pyramids at the end of the avenue, ghoulish with a dim atavistical menace which I had not seemed to notice in the daytime🎨Jake Murray🐙 #Lovecraft #Mythos #NightOfTheKwatee

🦑Something flew in the dark sky at terrific speed—something very large, for it displaced much air, while down between the trees there fell a cry of a human voice, in tones of indescribable anguish🎨Boris Groh🦑 #Mythos
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