# hplovecraft lovecraftian horror hpl corpse hrgiger lovecraft

💀In my tortured ears there sounds a nightmarish flapping & a faint, distant baying as of some gigantic hound. It is not dream—it is not, I fear, even madness—for St. John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why, 🎨Occoulty💀#HPLovecraft

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2022-06-30

🎨In my tortured ears there sounds an unceasingly flapping & a distant baying as of a gigantic hound. It is not dream, nor I fear madness—for too much has happened to give me such merciful doubts. St John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why, 🎨Rodolfo Ivan Palma Hernandez💀#HPL

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2022-03-28

💀In my tortured ears there sounds a nightmare flapping & a distant baying as of a gigantic hound. It is not dream—nor I fear madness— too much has already happened to give me these merciful doubts. St. John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why🎨Brian Smith💀#Lovecraftian

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2021-08-03

💀In my tortured ears there sounds a nightmare flapping & a distant baying as of a gigantic hound. It is not dream, nor I fear madness—for too much has already happened to give me these merciful doubts. St. John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why, 🎨Arnes Rigel Martinez💀#HPL

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2021-04-11

its been ages lol dis acc rusty af, I drew my own version (mech arm & mask) of fanart for I really like how edgy it looks : D

I drew this on my almost full sketchpad then edited it on my phone for the red lights!

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2021-03-14

🎃In my tortured ears there sounds a nightmare flapping, & a distant baying as of a gigantic hound. It is not dream, nor I fear madness—for too much has already happened to give me these merciful doubts. St. John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why🎨#HRGiger🎃#Lovecraft

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2020-10-05

🦑In my tortured ears there sounds unceasingly a nightmare flapping & a baying as of a gigantic hound. It is not dream, nor I fear madness—for too much has already happened to give me these merciful doubts. St. John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why🎨Xavier Ortiz🦑#Lovecraft

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2020-03-17

— created on his journey to the top, crazed by power, and battle-hungry.

In silence, he floated, his astral body relaxed, and still as a corpse; his own mind was tormenting him, and he was fine with this atonement.

. . . Until a familiar voice reached his ears.

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2019-12-07