#Deep Ones

[greatrunner]

Stephen Oakley was one of the concept designers who worked on William Eubank's Underwater (2020).

These are some of the earlier designs of the Behemoth (Cthulhu), so not necessarily how it looks in the final film. I've been particularly fond of them out of the bunch he posted on Artstation.

I've been using them for references for my Godzilla fic. The middle picture in particular.

[bewaretheidiotsofmarch]

"Mansions of Madness" shenanigans with a draw the squad template.

Left to Right: Lily, Carson, Agnes, Mateo, Rita, William, and Jim. I love all of them so much and I've been developing an au with this cast specifically. It's very fun to me and sometimes i go a little insane over them😂

Friendly reminder that Lovecraft was a piece of garbage and this is not his work at all. Just inspired by the creatures and world. All my homies hate Lovecraft. I hope he's rolling in his grave every time I draw.

(They didn't have duct tape in the 1920s, just suspend your disbelief.)

ALSO WOW, I forgot to share my William and Mateo art I did earlier this year. I'll share some more of it I promise. I have a lot but not much finished.

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

H. P. Lovecraft & Innsmouth Pendant, MOTHER HYDRA.

MOTHER HYDRA is an artisan pendant inspired by Tomás Hijo's haunting illustration for H.P. Lovecraft’s The Shadow over Innsmouth. Its enigmatic and unsettling design seems to shift before your eyes, evoking a sense of the ineffable and the abject. Reminiscent of the eerie jewelry bestowed upon the inhabitants of Innsmouth by the Deep Ones in exchange for their devotion, this piece exudes an aura of ancient worship and forbidden knowledge. Available here!

[windydrawallday]

Will all of you excuse me a moment if I interrupt my dinosaur hype to show off this cutie pie of a werefish/deep one? His name is "Lotto", and he is the monster form of my human OC Vincent in a casual Call of the Sea AU I share with a dear old friend x)

[cicadako]

The girls hanged out at a fishy place

[whereserpentswalk]

There's a secret subway line below New York. Very few people have taken it, very few people even know that it exists at all. You have to be in the station when you're entirely alone to see it, and it only comes during the harshest of rainstorms, when the sky is entirely gray, and the city is quite in the storm. It's letter is a letter nobody can read, and it's color is beyond what human eyes can see.

The first stop will take you below the Hudson, to the city of the deep. It's where the deep ones, and the selkies, and the merfolk, and the ghosts of drowned men all live. And it's a vast and beautiful city, with massive towers of seastone, and where the ancient tongues of Atlantian and R'lyeh are still spoken. There are creatures that walk it's streets older than the city above, and creatures there than humans have no names for.

If you take the train one stop deeper you will find yourself deep below the earth, within the shining city of the faeries, where looming towers old glistening build shoot up from the ground like knives, and hang down from the roof of the underground like stalactites. There are creatures here even stranger and older. In some neighborhoods the kindly forest fae live in vine covered brownstones. In others the unseelie stalk alleyways below bioluminescent signs selling things that should not be sold. And the high fae still stand in the upper city, ever young among their luxury towers.

If you take it even deeper underground you will find the city of the demons, deep and winding, frightening but alluring to all mortal eyes. There are stores where you can sell your true name in exchange for powers beyond human knowledge, or your mortal souls for a wish you never knew you needed to make. And you can drink the demons' ever potent wine, or see their plays of endless depravities, or walk through their parks of black and thorny plants.

Some take the secret train line to visit places they didn't know existed. Or to find things that can't be found anywhere else. Or to meet people they didn't know they needed to meet. Or even to move to somewhere new. But never take it to the final stop, for beyond the city of demons is the city of the dead, and unlike the other three there will be no journey home from there.

[frogblast-the-ventcore]

This cursed fish revolver comes to us all courtesy of @buttsandboltguns

Looks like a piece a Deep One would use, tbh. Very cool.

[spacenoirdetective]

Ryan Barger

[semblanceofsentience-blog]

dang, tumblr tags got me realizing I misspelled Nyarlathotep.

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Innsmouth 32 - Deep Ones by James Daly III

[stormbornwitch]

A Poem Adaptation of H.P. Lovecraft’s ‘Shadow Over Innsmouth’:

“In the town where shadows creep, where the deep sea murmurs low,

Stands Innsmouth by the restless waves, where eldritch secrets flow.

With buildings old and crumbling, like a visage pale and gaunt,

Its streets are whispers in the wind, a ghostly, silent haunt.

Beneath the moon's pale, spectral light, the harbour whispers lies,

Of fish-like men with bulging eyes and gills on necks that rise.

Their skin is slimy, cold as night, with movements strange and slow,

In Innsmouth's streets, they roam at dusk, where mortals dare not go.

The stench of brine and rotting fish, a foul and foetid air,

Hangs heavy as a shroud of death, a scent beyond compare.

The houses lean like weary souls, with windows dark and blind,

As if they guard forbidden lore, the secrets of mankind.

In the church with spire bent, like a serpent poised to strike,

The Order of Dagon meets in gloom, in darkness they alight.

Their chants are like the ocean's roar, a hymn to gods unknown,

With rituals as old as time, in shadows overthrown.

A stranger comes to Innsmouth town, with curiosity,

To uncover truths long buried deep, in myth and mystery.

He finds a place of hidden dread, where normalcy is feigned,

Where faces glimpse from curtained panes, their features unexplained.

The Marsh refinery looms ahead, a relic of the past,

Its rusted frame like skeletal remains, a horror unsurpassed.

And in its depths, the secrets lie, of pacts made long ago,

With beings from the ocean's depths, where human forms can't go.

The townsfolk whisper in the dark, with voices hushed and grim,

Of dreams that haunt their sleepless nights, of songs with ghastly hymn.

For in their blood runs ancient curse, a lineage of the sea,

A heritage of monstrous change, a fate they can't decree.

The stranger flees from Innsmouth's grip, with heart that pounds in fear,

He’s seen the horror in their eyes, the truth now crystal clear.

But in his veins, the change begins, as night replaces day,

And in his dreams, he hears the call, the deep ones' eerie sway.

So if you wander by the shore, where Innsmouth's ruins stand,

Beware the shadows in the mist, the creatures of the sand.

For in that town of eldritch gloom, where ancient secrets dwell,

The line between the man and beast is thin as spider’s shell.”

☆Marci☆

[epicbasis]

Gold from the deep, shaped by nightmare. Lovecraft-inspired. Would you dare wear it?

[ghostofcinders]

Like I always say, the ending of "The Shadow over Innsmouth" where the protagonists discovers to be a fish person and mutates on his way to the ocean to live underwater forever always sounded like a sweet deal to me.

Horror ending? Not for yours truly.

[windydrawallday]

All the recent merformers talking on a few circles I'm in made me dust off an old concept I share with my pal @nine-tailed-grimm ... at least a lore-inspired mural. I need to think for another moment about what to compose with it.

[weirdlookindog]

Ken Kelly - Demon of the Deep, 1992