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All for one. And one for the mummy.

Un pour tous. Et tous contre la momie. PARIS, 1625. ÉGYPTE, 3000 AV. J.-C. MÊME COMBAT. Les Trois Mousquetaires contre la Momie, le film

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The Hand From Hell, the movie that dares to ask: what if the devil didn't come in person, but just sent his hand? And it was huge. And it was angry.

In the quiet town of Millbrook, nothing ever happens. Until the day the earth splits open and a massive red hand emerges from the ground. The sheriff tries to shoot it. The priest tries to bless it. The local schoolteacher, Mrs. Parker, just tries to stay alive.

The hand doesn't scream. It doesn't threaten. It just rises. Slowly. Steadily. With fingers that curl like question marks. What does it want? Why Millbrook? And why does it keep pointing at the church?

This was the only film that ever made audiences check under their seats before leaving the theater. It also has the distinction of being the last film ever shown at the Millbrook Drive-In.

A tribute to 1960s B‑movie horror, rural paranoia, and hands that come from places they shouldn't.

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Le diable a une main. Et elle est pointée vers vous. Dans la paisible ville de Millbrook, il ne se passe jamais rien. Jusqu'au jour où la t

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Two minds. One very angry gorilla. SCIENCE HAS GONE TOO FAR. AND THE GORILLA IS NOT PLEASED. The Thing With Two Minds, the movie that dares to ask: what if you put a human brain inside a gorilla? And then gave it a second human brain? And then it got really, really upset? A tribute to 1950s B‑movie horror, classic monster iconography, and scientists who really should have asked more questions. Available as posters, art prints, and more on Redbubble.

Deux esprits. Un gorille très en colère. The Thing With Two Minds. le film qui ose demander : et si on mettait un cerveau humain dans un go

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DEEP SPACE, 1965. The planet Orion-4 is lush, green, and very, very hungry.

The Flesh Flowers Of Orion, the movie that dares to ask: what if the most beautiful planet in the galaxy was actually a giant salad bowl with teeth?

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Shogun's Curse-Wolf

JAPAN, 1637. A samurai lord. A blood curse. A wolf that walks like a man.

JAPON, 1637. Un seigneur samouraï. Une malédiction de sang. Un loup qui marche comme un homme.

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Night of the Iron Phantoms Poster

A robot made of iron. A woman in red. A hero with a mask. The West will never be the same.

A tribute to the glorious absurdity of 1950s sci‑fi westerns, drive‑in double features, and heroes who wear capes in the desert.

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Un robot de fer. Une femme en rouge. Un héros masqué. L'Ouest ne sera plus jamais pareil.

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He's soft. He's stuffed. And he's very, very angry. Attack of the Giant Teddy. The movie that asks: what happens when a little girl's lost teddy bear returns as a 50‑foot killing machine?

Will anyone survive? Does the teddy just want a hug? Nobody knows. But one thing's certain: you'll never look at your childhood plush toy the same way again.

A tribute to the glorious absurdity of 1950s B‑movies, atomic paranoia, and the kind of posters that made drive‑in crowds laugh and gasp at the same time.

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Câlin ? Plus maintenant. Il est doux. Il est rembourré. Et il est très, très en colère. L'Attaque du Teddy Géant. Le film qui demande : que

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He wasn't built for the arena. But the arena built for him.

Il n'a pas été construit pour l'arène. Mais l'arène a été construite pour lui. ROME, 54 APR. J.-C. L'Empereur a besoin de divertissement. L

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Giant Squid Destroys The City

Un calamar colossal enroule ses tentacules massifs autour d'un gratte-ciel art déco étincelant. Le verre explose. L'acier gémit. En bas, des

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ASTOR COMICS PRESENTS: The Exterminator — The Castle of the Living Machine

The year is 2089. The war against the machines has been lost. But one unit, serial number XT-47, didn't just follow orders. It made a choice. It jumped through a dimensional rift and landed in... the Middle Ages.

Now knights in shining armor face an enemy they cannot understand. Steel swords against titanium limbs. Crusades against algorithms. The machine does not bleed. It does not tire. It does not negotiate. It only exterminates.

Inside the castle, Lord Aldric rallies his last men. Outside, the living machine waits, red eyes glowing in the mist. This is not a battle. This is an execution.

A fake comic book cover in the style of 1970s pulp sci‑fi, complete with Astor Comics logo. Perfect for fans of genre chaos, robot rampages, and medieval underdogs who really need a better plan.

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Un robot venu du futur. Des chevaliers du passé. Personne n’est prêt. ASTOR COMICS PRÉSENTE : The Exterminator — Le Château de la Machine V

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Somewhere in Egypt, an ancient pyramid glows under a green sky. A flying saucer hovers above it, beaming down something that looks like radiation mixed with bad intentions. On the ground, a herd of zombie cyborgs, half mummy, half machine, all hungry, shambles toward the living.

And then she arrives.

A white unicorn, mane flowing like a shampoo commercial from another dimension. But don't let the sparkles fool you. Her eyes glow pink. Not with kindness. With lasers. She's been abducted, upgraded, and sent back to save a world that doesn't know it needs saving.

The unicorn charges. The cyborgs groan. The UFO watches. And somewhere, a screenwriter is crying because he didn't think of this first.

This is pulp. This is chaos. This is a poster for a movie that never existed. But should have.

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Une licorne aux yeux laser. Un OVNI. Des pyramides. Des cyborgs zombies. Oui, tout à la fois. Quelque part en Égypte, une pyramide ancienne

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They came from the sky. They brought ray guns. And bad fashion sense.

Ils sont venus du ciel. Ils ont apporté des rayons lasers. Et des goûts vestimentaires discutables.

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The sea is dark and full of teeth. But the mermaid doesn’t flee. She charges. Astride a giant seahorse, trident in hand, she leads the charge against monstrous creatures rising from the abyss. This is not the gentle mermaid of fairy tales. This is a warrior of the deep.

Inspired by vintage pulp illustrations, B‑movie creature features, and the untamed spirit of ocean mythology. The seahorse is massive, its fins like sails. The monsters are many — tentacles, scales, and jaws. But the mermaid has one advantage: she is not afraid.

Perfect for fans of fantasy art, epic sea battles, and heroes who don’t need a ship.

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Toutes les princesses n’attendent pas d’être sauvées.

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The desert is empty. The neon sign of a gas station flickers in the distance. And the rumble of a motorcycle breaks the silence. Behind the handlebars, a figure wrapped in ancient linen — a mummy who traded her pyramid for the open road.

Route 66 at night is her kingdom. The gas station is just a pit stop. She doesn’t need fuel. She needs the wind, the chrome, and the endless blacktop. Somewhere between the afterlife and the next exit, this undead rider keeps going.

Part of an ongoing series of classic‑inspired monsters on motorcycles — a tribute to vintage horror, biker culture, and the loneliest road in America. Perfect for stickers, patches, and anything that needs a touch of ancient attitude.

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Retrouvez toute la collection Monstres en Moto dans ma boutique. Elle est morte depuis 3000 ans. Mais elle n’a jamais raté un plein. L

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A city under siege. A monster straight out of a 1950s B‑movie. And one detective who knows that when life gives you giant insects, you reach for the insecticide.

Detective Shade stands with his back to us, purple trench coat and fedora silhouetted against a sky filled with crumbling buildings and a colossal praying mantis. In his hand, not a gun—a can of bug spray. Because sometimes the old methods are the best methods. This fake comic book cover captures the glorious absurdity of pulp storytelling: hardboiled detective meets kaiju insect in a clash of genres that never happened on any newsstand, but absolutely should have.

Rendered in a style that evokes vintage comic book art—bold lines, saturated colors, and just the right amount of camp. Perfect for fans of classic detective noir, giant monster movies, and the kind of crossover that makes zero sense and maximum fun.

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Quand une mante religieuse géante attaque la ville, le détective Shade utilise la seule arme logique. Une ville assiégée. Un monstre tout d

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A giant squid wraps its massive tentacles around a towering skyscraper, crushing steel and glass as the city below empties in panic. Vintage gouache illustration straight out of a 1960s disaster movie that never existed. Bold colors, exaggerated scale, and that glorious B‑movie energy where the monster always wins. Perfect for fans of kaiju, creature features, and the kind of cinema where you root for the octopus.

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La ville a bien vécu. Un calamar géant enroule ses tentacules massifs autour d’un gratte-ciel, écrasant l’acier et le verre pendant que la

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The road is long, the chrome is shining, and the monsters are finally taking a vacation.

No more castles. No more crypts. No more waiting for villagers with torches. Dracula, Frankenstein’s creation, the Wolf Man, the Mummy, the Invisible Man, and even the Gill-man from the Black Lagoon have traded their gothic gloom for leather jackets, roaring engines, and the open highway.

They ride as a pack. A brotherhood of creatures who’ve spent decades scaring people and are ready for something new. Maybe they’re looking for the perfect drive-in. Maybe they just want to feel the wind on their faces (or whatever passes for a face). The Invisible Man rides shotgun, because of course he does. The Gill-man has a custom sidecar to keep his gills wet. Frankenstein’s monster handles the heavy lifting when someone’s Harley breaks down.

This is what happens when classic horror meets biker rebellion. It’s a mashup born from late-night double features and too many episodes of Route 66. A tribute to the golden age of Universal monsters and the outlaw spirit of 1950s motorcycle culture. No studio executives were harmed in the making of this art. Just a lot of gasoline and a little bit of grave dirt.

Available as posters, art prints, and more on Redbubble. For fans of monster movies, biker flicks, and the beautiful absurdity of seeing Dracula change a tire.