Tag: Lovecraft

  • 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 plupart les appelaient ‘Diables de mer’. Seule une tribu choisi de traiter avec eux et de les vénérer. C’est auprès d’eux que la tribu a appris à vénérer le dieu Dagon, et lors des rites odieux qui lui étaient dévolus, la tribu s’associait aux diables de mer.”
    – Capt. Abner Ezekiel Hoag, 1734.

    Ink brush on A6 sketchbook / Encre de chine sur carnet A6

  • Not prepared enough

    *Jeff Goldblum voice*

    – Mythos.. huh… finds a way.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook, on a request from Ghostwalker inspired by https://www.deviantart.com/astanael/art/Surprise-from-my-kitchen-sink-790408092

  • 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 stable, mechanistic, and well-established horror-world which he saw fully, brilliantly, squarely, and unfalteringly. God knows what that world can have been, or where he ever glimpsed the blasphemous shapes that loped and trotted and crawled through it; but whatever the baffling source of his images, one thing was plain. Pickman was in every sense—in conception and in execution—a thorough, painstaking, and almost scientific realist.”

    – Pickman’s Model, H.P.Lovecraft

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Commission for Paul Baldowski

  • Elder Sign

    The shovel hit something soft. Abermal stopped the other, got on his knees and started to dig with his bare hands, slowly revealing the buried torso of a men. Ed was confused, he had been hired to dig a gate, not a corpse. Not that was against the few and sparse remaining principles he had, but he would have like to know beforehand. Not the same price.
    As the professor slowly unearthing the corpse, Ed saw chains and rags. The body was completely mummified, and that was curious. It should have decomposed in this soil. Ed dropped himself on a nearby stone, lit a fig and let the professor do the work. He could hear him mumbling to himself.
    – “Careful, careful…What a cautious fellow we have here… tatoo? smart! …very smart indeed, Sir Pilcevot…”
    Ed forced himself not to look. If they was restrains, this fellow has not departed in a pleasant way. The eyes were the worst, Couldn’t bear them. The professor was completely and utterly absorbed by his task. Ed wondered if he could sneak away now the digging was done. His first plan was to stay a while and require a couple of quids to cover the grave, but now…  
    – “So the guardian was indeed the gate. Poor knight… The legends were both true then! He did get corrupted by the old ones AND manage to stop them entering our world. Someone must have buried him alive to do so, while the evil has engulfed him. And of course, tatoo him with the Elder Sign to kept the evil from leaking out…”
    The professor went silent. for a while. Ed took the time to shake the dirt on his legs. then throw away the consumed fig.
    – “Yer okay in there prof ?”
    – “No.”
    – “Beg perdon ?”
    – “No, that’s not okay. The sign’s broken. Your shovel must have…”
    – “Must have what ? Yer should have warn me bout that, y’know. Sooo… Need help move this fellow ?”
    – “Run.”
    – “Wha ?”
    – “RUN YOU FOOL!”

    For hector111
    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Bad dreams

    – Oh uncle. I’m so glad to see you!
    – ‘evening son
    – I must ask you for help. Would you kindly listen to me?
    – Sure, son!
    – I kept dreaming of a titanic figure, truly a god. Each night, over and over. At first it was blurred and vague. And now it is clearer and clearer each night.  Last was the worst! it saw me! And then it made a gesture.
    – Oh my! That is quite terrifying.
    – I’m scared. What can I do? I’m afraid to fell asleep again.
    – But you are dreaming dear.
    – oh…
    – like, right now. Remember, son: I died three years ago.
    – no…nononoNONONONONOWGAWD!

    ink brush doodle 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 project.

  • Faceless horror

    At the court of Azazoth, Sultan of Demons
    Many gods are now nameless
    Some of them are faceless
    Thus cannot be looked upon

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Should I be worried ?

  • HPL

    The Stars are Right at last !
    I paid thee homage, Lovecraft !
    May your spirit never wither,
    May your writing last forever.

    – I AM PROVIDENCE –

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook.

  • The Valkyries from Yuggoth

    Sjörn died in battle, with honor. The Valkyries came and took his soul to Valhalla.

    So is the tale, written on his tombstone. The tale of a brave and fearless warrior, one of the finest. Curiously, his son Feyr never talks about his father. Except once…

    It was the time Canute the Great unified the Dane. Feys Sjörnson was completely and utterly wasted, drunk to the bones. He sang with the others, dance with the maidens of the house and drank some more. Then one of his men complimented the largest maiden of the lot by saying that she had the hips of a Valkyrie. Feyr went red and screamed that she lacks two more pair of arms, that Valkyries were hairless, that their wings are made of leather and their arms of lobster, that the souls of men were inside their skulls and you have to cut it open to really free the soul. His men took him away to let him sleep and he never spoke of it again.

    Pencil Doodle on A6 Sketchbook
    Commission for Kenegan of  Cthulhu Hack