And with strange aeons even death may die @seasofinfinity - Tumblr Blog

Azathoth is a supreme outer god in the Lovecraft mythos. Also known as the Blind Dreamer and the Deep Dark (among many many other names), they are generally accepted to be a formless god of chaos. Now, ‘formless’ is hard to draw, but I had a bit of fun with the idea that they might resemble an organic black hole

hplovecraftmuseum

Less than crystal clear photos of Lovecraft's study taken by Robert Barlow following HPL's death. If better enhanced versions of these can be located they will be posted here in the future. One thing is evident in these pictures: Lovecraft's final living quarters were kept in order, but were tightly packed with papers. HPL created several amusing drawings/cartoons depicting himself surrounded and nearly drowning in paperwork. Between his voluminous correspondence, drafts of revisions and origional fiction, Lovecraft was nearly overwhelmed with paperwork. Additionally the books in his impessive personal library filled shelves of every spare wall and nook. ( Exhibit 214)

seasofinfinity

These pictures from the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society look a bit more clear. Bonus image: Lovecraft’s drawing of the same apartment, from a letter to Alfred Galpin.

rheo-tu

H.P. Lovecraft Tarot by Daryl Hutchinson

voodooya

🖤. Skull Jellyfish by Manzanedo.

70sscifiart

Don Davis

Monolith Volphranär by noirmatic

#eldritch #lovecraft #HP Lovecraft #call of cthulhu #horror

j-thealchemist-deactivated20240

The winter sunset, flaming beyond spires

And chimneys half-detached from this dull sphere,

Opens great gates to some forgotten year

Of elder splendours and divine desires.

Expectant wonders burn in those rich fires,

Adventure-fraught, and not untinged with fear;

A row of sphinxes where the way leads clear

Toward walls and turrets quivering to far lyres.

It is the land where beauty’s meaning flowers;

Where every unplaced memory has a source;

Where the great river Time begins its course

Down the vast void in starlit streams of hours.

Dreams bring us close—but ancient lore repeats

That human tread has never soiled these streets. - HP Lovecraft, XIII Hesperia

Father Dagon by tim-valentine

#Lovecraft #Dagon #HP Lovecraft #cthulhu #call of cthulhu

gameboymania

fhtagn-and-tentacles

SOLDIERS OF THE ELDER GODS

by Erskine Designs

reparrishcomics

kalitera-stin-erimia

Since the father on this picture looks nothing like HPL’s father (and, you know, is alive), every time I see it I interpret it as the father being HPL and wonder wtf might have happen to lead him to all this. :D

In an alternate timeline by Andrée Wallin

#lovecraft #cthulhu #eldritch #HP Lovecraft #call of cthulhu

gyossefka

Kenneth Scott

helenvaughans

I once knew a man who claimed that, overnight, all the solid shapes of existence had been replaced by cheap substitutes: trees made of poster board, houses built of colored foam, whole landscapes composed of hair-clippings. His own flesh, he said, was now just so much putty. Needless to add, this acquaintance had deserted the cause of appearances and could no longer be depended on to stick to the common story. Alone, he had wandered into a tale of another sort altogether; for him, all things now participated in this nightmare of nonsense. But although his revelations conflicted with the lesser forms of truth, nonetheless he did live in the light of a greater truth: that all is unreal. Within him, this knowledge was vividly present down to his very bones, which had been newly simulated by a compound of mud and dust and ashes.

–Thomas Ligotti, “The Mystics of Muellenberg”