Astanael

Tag: horror

  • Poker Face – So, ho’s the new player?– Nice! it’s a jolly good fellow. I like him. but….– But what?– Very hard to deal with. I can’t read his face! *** – Alors ? T’en penses quoi du nouveau ?– Sympa ! J’l’aime bien ce bougre. Mais…– Mais quoi ?– J’arrive à jouer contre lui,…

  • Replicants Hidden in the hearth of the red light district, Mycena is a one of the kind establishment. They don’t like to be called a brothel, they don’t offers sex in exchange for money here. No, no no. They sell pure dreams, unhinged phantasm. You have to be co-opted to be admitted in this very…

  • Ponape Scriptures “Most called them ‘sea devils’ but one tribe chose to treat with them, and worship them. It was from the sea devils the tribe learned of the god Dagon, and during the abhorrent rites to this god, the tribe would couple with the sea devils.” – Capt. Abner Ezekiel Hoag, 1734. *** “La…

  • Blinding Horror What would be the most horrifying?To see this horror creeping toward you, losing your sanity at each of its grotesque transformations?Or been blinded by the rays of unholy light it emits, thus avoiding its hideous appearance but unable to locate the thing?***Qu’est-ce qui serait le plus horrible selon vous ?Voir cette horreur ramper…

  • Well well well Frankly my dear, that is the last time I let Mr Whateley drank from our well!***Franchement ma chère, c’est bien la dernière fois que je laisse Mr.Whateley se sustanter à notre puit ! Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

  • The strange tree It started as a little scab, a round yellowish growth on the pear tree.Mr Thompson tried to remove it but it was so sturdy that the knife ripped and he cut his hand, spilling blood everywhere. Martha had to take him to the doctor to get stitches, and once they get back,…

  • Roaming Ghoul “It was not any mere artist’s interpretation that we saw; it was pandemonium itself, crystal clear in stark objectivity. That was it, by heaven! The man was not a fantaisiste or romanticist at all—he did not even try to give us the churning, prismatic ephemera of dreams, but coldly and sardonically reflected some…

  • Stranded flutist The flutist has played for eonsTo calm the Sultan of DemonsOr so it seems, no time here,No place either, so crowded So when came the feeble callfrom a teeny tiny blue ballIt came and eat profusely And now wanders aimlessly Ink brush on A6 sketchbook

  • Guts Elemental Lurking inside and waiting patiently, the little lump started to grow, started to feel.Soon it took over its host, making its own thoughts, nerves and organs.And then, one day, it shed up the useless skin and rearranged the bones.Strong enough, hungry, ready to assimilate more. It hunts. Ink brush on A6 sketchbook

  • The King in rags and tatters “Songs that the Hyades shall sing,Where flap the tatters of the King,Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa.” – “Cassilda’s Song” from the King in Yellow, Act 1, Scene 2 Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones & Their Kin series for an upcoming Elder Gods Tarot…