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  • Secret mantra of the Emerald Lama

    Three fallen Jewels of Infamous Secrets combined
    In one, Divine Father Whose nature is Dereliction,
    I bow to You from my heart! Till I’m enlightened,
    Support me, I pray, with the hook of Your Compulsion!

    I call the Jewels as witness – from not just my mouth,
    But the depth of my innermost heart and bones, I pray –
    Think of me somewhat! Show me behind your mask!
    Luring One, grant me the nectar of Your Speech!

    (inspired from A Song Of Longing For Tara The Infallible, By Lozang Tanpa Gyalts’an)
    Krita + Yiynova

    Trois Joyaux déchus aux secrets infâmes combinés
    En un, Père Divin, dont la nature est déréliction
    Je me prosterne devant toi ! Empli mon être !
    Guide mon coeur vers le crochet de tes compulsions

    Que les joyaux en soient témoins – plus que ma parole
    Du plus profond de ma chair et de mes os, je t’en prie
    Pense à moi ! Montre moi derrière ce masque maudit !
    Oh tentateur, délecte moi du nectar de tes paroles

  • Not as strong

    – Ugh… The young todays…
    – Yeah right? A simple glimpse of the occult and… Pathetic.
    – In my time I had the guts to decipher the Voynich and to study the Necronomicon, Look at him! He just skimmed the table of content.

    ***

    – Ah les jeunes aujourd’hui…
    – N’est-ce pas, hein ? Un simple aperçu de l’occulte et regardez… Pathetique.
    – De mon temps j’ai eu le cran de déchiffrer le Voynich et d’étudier le Necronomicon. Mais regarde-le! Il a juste survolé la table des matières.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Porte-mine sur carnet A6.

  • Inktober 2019 – 21 – Treasure

    “Of the Shining Trapezohedron he speaks often, calling it a window on all time and space, and tracing its history from the days it was fashioned on dark Yuggoth, before ever the Old Ones brought it to earth. It was treasured and placed in its curious box by the crinoïd things of Antarctica, salvaged from their ruins by the serpent-men of Valusia… ”

    – The Haunter of the Dark, H.P. Lovecraft

    ***

    “Il parle très souvent du Trapézohèdre étincelant qu’il définit comme une fenêtre ouverte sur le temps et l’espace, et dont il retrace l’histoire jusqu’à l’époque où il fut façonné sur la sinistre planète Yuggoth, avant que les Anciens l’aient apporté sur la Terre. Il fut recueilli et placé dans sa curieuse boîte par les habitants crinoïdes de l’Antarctique, avant de passer entre les mains des hommes-serpents de Valusia…”

    – Celui qui hantait les ténèbres, H.P. Lovecraft

    Inktober 2019 – Cultists Edition

    Ink brush on A6 sketchbook / Encre au pinceau sur Carnet A6

  • Inktober 2019 – 15 – Legend

    “In the little village of Providence
    There wrote a gentle man,
    Filling countless reams from his ghastly dreams,
    And a Mythos thus began.

    Great Cthulhu! And Mighty Azathoth!
    Nyarlathotep! Yog-Shothoth!
    In his cosmic tales horror never fails
    It’s the Mythos of a king.[…]”

    Mythos Of A King – This song is by H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society and appears on the album A Very Scary Solstice (2003).

    ***

    “Dans le petit village de Providence,
    Un homme seul, écrivait,
    couchant sur papier, ses horribles songes,
    Le Mythe vint ainsi au monde,

    Grand Cthulhu ! Et Puissant Azathoth !
    Nyarlathotep ! Yog-Shothoth !
    De ses contes cosmiques, l’horreur suinte, caustique !
    C’est le Mythe d’un Génie ! […]”

    Mythos Of A King – Cette chanson écrite par H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society fait partie de l’album A Very Scary Solstice (2003).

    Inktober 2019 – Cultists Edition

    Ink brush on A6 sketchbook / Encre au pinceau sur Carnet A6

  • Inktober 2019 – 14 – Overgrown

    Hi ! me name is Clyde and I am 9 and a half  and this is me school project: How to grow a Dark Young at home.
    Darky helped me and gave me a Black Seed. I planted it and watered it with blood and daddy helped me by chanting the rites of Chubby gourat.  This project made me learn about the bye-ological inspects of natures’s corruption and faces of ancient divinity.
    I hope you will give me a good grade or else I will be very sad and might stop looking after my project.

    ***

    Bonjour, mon nom est Clyde et j’ai 9 ans et demi et voici mon projet d’école : Comment faire pousser un Sombre Rejeton chez soi.
    Nyarly m’a aidé en me donnant une sombregraine. Je l’ai planté et arrosé de sang tous les jours et Papa m’a aidé à chanter les Rites de Chummy gourazt. Ce projet m’a beaucoup appris sur les espect beau logicaux de la corruption naturelle et les visages des divinités anciennes.
    J’espère que vous me donnerez une bonne note sinon je serai très triste et je laisserait peut-être mon projet tout seul. Avec vous.

    Inktober 2019 – Cultists Edition

    Ink brush on A6 sketchbook / Encre au pinceau sur Carnet A6

  • Inktober 2019 – 14 – Overgrown

    Hi ! me name is Clyde and I am 9 and a half  and this is me school project: How to grow a Dark Young at home.
    Darky helped me and gave me a Black Seed. I planted it and watered it with blood and daddy helped me by chanting the rites of Chubby gourat.  This project made me learn about the bye-ological inspects of natures’s corruption and faces of ancient divinity.
    I hope you will give me a good grade or else I will be very sad and might stop looking after my project.

    ***

    Bonjour, mon nom est Clyde et j’ai 9 ans et demi et voici mon projet d’école : Comment faire pousser un Sombre Rejeton chez soi.
    Nyarly m’a aidé en me donnant une sombregraine. Je l’ai planté et arrosé de sang tous les jours et Papa m’a aidé à chanter les Rites de Chummy gourazt. Ce projet m’a beaucoup appris sur les espect beau logicaux de la corruption naturelle et les visages des divinités anciennes.
    J’espère que vous me donnerez une bonne note sinon je serai très triste et je laisserait peut-être mon projet tout seul. Avec vous.

    Inktober 2019 – Cultists Edition

    Ink brush on A6 sketchbook / Encre au pinceau sur Carnet A6

  • Great Cthulhu III

    “They worshiped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died. This was that cult, and the prisoners said it had always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark places all over the world until the time when the great priest Cthulhu, from his dark house in the mighty city of R’lyeh under the waters, should rise and bring the earth again beneath his sway. Some day he would call, when the stars were ready, and the secret cult would always be waiting to liberate him.”

    – H.P.Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

    ***

    “Ils adoraient, disaient-ils, les Grands Anciens qui vivaient bien avant l’avènement des hommes et étaient venus du ciel sur une terre encore jeune. Ces Grands Anciens avaient à présent disparu sous la terre ou dans les océans, mais leurs dépouilles avaient raconté leurs secrets en rêve aux premiers hommes qui avaient imaginé un culte encore bien vivant de nos jours. C’était leur culte, et les prisonniers affirmèrent qu’il existait et existerait de tout temps, caché et disséminé dans les lieux les plus sombres de la terre, jusqu’au jour où le Grand Prêtre Cthulhu reviendrait de sa sombre demeure dans la magnifique cité sous-marine de R’lyeh et soumettrait à nouveau le monde. Un jour, quand les étoiles seraient prêtes, il appellerait à nouveau et la secte, qui attend depuis la nuit des temps le libérerait.”

    – H.P.Lovecraft, L’appel de Cthulhu

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium 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

  • 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

  • Should I be worried ?