#lovecract

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

NODUS 

by Nashotobi for Hollow Owl comics

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

WALL SCULPTURES 

by Charles Birnbaum

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

NYARLATHOTEP 

by Nottsuo

[aughtpunk]

Below the waist, though, it was the worst; for here all human resemblance left off and sheer phantasy began. The skin was thickly covered with coarse black fur, and from the abdomen a score of long greenish-grey tentacles with red sucking mouths protruded limply. Their arrangement was odd, and seemed to follow the symmetries of some cosmic geometry unknown to earth or the solar system.

“The Dunwich Horror” by H. P. Lovecraft, creator of the tentacle dick

[thomashugo]

day 464

Cthulhu

[tempobastante]

The Wood By H. P. Lovecraft

They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aisles       Of forest night had hid eternal things, They scal’d the sky with tow’rs and marble piles       To make a city for their revellings. White and amazing to the lands around       That wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose; Crystal and ivory, sublimely crown’d       With pinnacles that bore unmelting snows. And through its halls the pipe and sistrum rang,       While wine and riot brought their scarlet stains; Never a voice of elder marvels sang,       Nor any eye call’d up the hills and plains. Thus down the years, till on one purple night       A drunken minstrel in his careless verse Spoke the vile words that should not see the light,       And stirr’d the shadows of an ancient curse. Forests may fall, but not the dusk they shield;       So on the spot where that proud city stood, The shuddering dawn no single stone reveal’d,       But fled the blackness of a primal wood.

[tempobastante]

Sunset By H. P. Lovecraft The cloudless day is richer at its close;

      A golden glory settles on the lea; Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool repose       To mellowing landscape, and to calming sea. And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,       The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines; Freed form the noonday glare, the favour’d sight       Increasing grace in earth and sky divines. But ere the purest radiance crowns the green,       Or fairest lustre fills th’ expectant grove, The twilight thickens, and the fleeting scene       Leaves but a hallow’d memory of love!