Tag: monster

  • Nessie

    I firmly believe that faith can create something.

    Not something as childish and simple as a mystical creature, an elusive cryptid, a supreme being or a hero, no. Faith create stories, complex spiritual constructs that act on our consciousness or better our unconsciousness. The old Egyptians believed that names haves power, the power to make things exist. As long as someone is pronouncing your name, you didn’t die. Since what can die is alive, therefore Nessie is quite alive. We gave her life.  

    ***

    Je crois dur comme fer que la foi peut créer.
    Pas créer d’aussi simples idées que des créatures my(s)thique, des dieux, des êtres suprêmes ou autres héros, non. La foi créé des histoires, de complexes entrelacs spirituels qui agissent sur nos consciences et nos inconsciences et perdurent grâce à leur remémoration, se métamorphosant à chaque formulation. Les Égyptiens d’antan croyaient au pouvoir des mots, a la potence de nommer pour exister. Tant qu’un nom était prononcé la mort était repoussée. Aussi je le dit haut et fort : Tant que ton histoire sera contée, Nessie, tu vivras et existeras.  

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

  • Loch Ness

    Deep dark waters what are you hiding?
    Underneath the waves what is it lurking?
    I asked Urquhart’s ghost, he did not knew
    He laughed at my face and away he flew.

    ***

    Que cachez vous, sombres flots vivaces ?
    Quels secrets rôdent sous votre surface ?
    J’ai demandé à Urquhart, il n’a jamais su
    Il m’a rit au nez et s’en est allé, le malotru.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6 

  • Nyogtha again

    ‘Leigh strode to the center of the room, staring at the chair that stood on the black circle of stone. “You work here?” he asked slowly.
    “Yes. It’s quiet—I found I couldn’t work upstairs. Too noisy. But this is ideal—somehow I find it very easy to write here. My mind feels"—he hesitated—"free; that is, disassociated with other things. It’s quite an unusual feeling.”
    Leigh nodded as though Carson’s words had confirmed some idea in his own mind. He turned toward the alcove and the metal disk in the floor. Carson followed him. The occultist moved close to the wall, tracing out the faded symbols with a long forefinger. He muttered something under his breath—words that sounded like gibberish to Carson.
    “Nyogtha … k’yarnak …”
    He swung about, his face grim and pale. “I’ve seen enough,” he said softly. “Shall we go?” Surprised, Carson nodded and led the way back into the cellar.
    Upstairs Leigh hesitated, as though finding it difficult to broach his subject. At length he asked, “Mr. Carson—would you mind telling me if you have had any peculiar dreams lately.”’

    – Henry Kuttner, “The Salem Horror”

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones & Their Kin series
    Criterium sur Carnet A6, extrait de la série Grands Anciens et leurs séides

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  • Nyogtha

    “Men knew him as the Dweller in Darkness, that brother of the Old Ones called Nyogtha, the Thing that should not be. He can be summoned to Earth’s surface through certain secret caverns and fissures, and sorcerers have seen him in Syria and below the black tower of Leng; from the Thang Grotto of Tartary he has come ravening to bring terror and destruction among the pavilions of the great Khan. Only by the looped cross, by the Vach-Viraj incantation and by the Tikkoun elixir may he be driven back to the nighted caverns of hidden foulness where he dwelleth. ”
    – Henry Kuttner, “The Salem Horror”

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones & Their Kin series
    Criterium sur Carnet A6, extrait de la série Grands Anciens et leurs séides

    Commissionnned by Ko-fi – Click here to order your own encounter with your favorite Great Old One

  • Adoration of the Crypt God

    You wouldn’t understand until you place your hand on its grotesque head. Touching the God of the Crypt brings a blissful sensation that makes you longing for more. It makes you peaceful, happy. An eternal bliss. Anxiety, stress, guilt, fear, all gone after the touch. Come join us!

    ***

    Vous ne pouvez comprendre sans poser vos mains sur sa grotesque tête. Le simple contact de votre peau avec celle du Dieu de la Crypte vous apporte une joie ineffable, divine. Touchez-le et toutes vos peurs, votre stress, votre anxiété, vos angoisses s’évanouiront. Imaginez ! Une perpétuelle sérénité, prolongé à l’envie d’une simple caresse. Venez nous rejoindre !  

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

  • Flurugliel

    Oh Flurugliel! Demon of uncomfortable heat!
    Give my enemies a light sweating!
    Make them longs for something icy!
    Be a little hot to bear but not too much!

    (A pal of Ereghastiel, Archangel of mild fear)

    ***
    Oh Flurugliel ! Démon de l’inconfortable chaleur !
    Inflige à mes ennemis à une légère transpiration !
    Fait-leur souhaiter une rafraîchissante boisson !
    Apporte-leur l’inconfort de quelques heures !

    (Un pote d’Ereghastiel, archange de l’apréhension)

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur Carnet A6

  • 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, impossible de lire son visage !

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

  • 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 dans votre direction et perdre votre santé mentale à chacune de ses grotesques contorsions ?
    Ou être aveugle par ses rayons de lumière malsaine, protégé de son hideuse apparence mais incapable de savoir où elle se trouve?

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

  • 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

  • Hunting Horror

    “And hoary Nodens raised a howl of triumph when Nyarlathotep, close on his quarry, stopped baffled by a glare that seared his formless hunting-horrors to grey dust.
    – HPL , Dream-Quest Of Unknown Kadath

    “And in the air about him were great viperine creatures, which had curiously distorted heads, and grotesquely great clawed appendages, supporting themselves with ease by the aid of black rubbery wings of singularly monstrous dimensions.”
    – August Derleth, The Lurker at the Threshold

    Ink on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones & Their Kin series