Nyarlathotep T-Shirts

"...the daemon-sultan Azathoth gnaws hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the Other Gods, blind, voiceless, tenebrous, and mindless, with their soul and messenger Nyarlathotep." — H. P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

The Crawling Chaos

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The Crawling Chaos That Never Sleeps. BLACK INK version also available.

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

crawling chaos

Based on Robert Bloch's 'The Faceless God', a band of intrepid explorers discover a disturbing statue in the ancient sands of Egypt.

The Black Pharaoh

One of H.P. Lovecraft's Nyarlathotep many avatars

The Crawling Chaos

Nyarlathotep is a name used for various characters in the works of H. P. Lovecraft and other writers. The character is commonly known in association with its role as a malign deity in the Lovecraft Mythos fictional universe, where it is known as the Crawling Chaos #HPLovecraft #Nyarlathotep #Tentacles #Blue #Moon #Bright #Monster #Cthulhu

Everyone's favorite tentacle face man.

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." -- H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

Your friendly neighborhood Crawling Chaos.

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare."

A parody of the often-parodied shirts from Experimental Jetset (http://www.experimentaljetset.nl), this shirt is guaranteed to win you some high-fives at your next Miskatonic University kegger. Can also be used to shield your eyes from any indescribable horror beyond imagining that you may cross your path while on seaside spring break at beautiful Innsmouth, Massachusetts.

Great darkness from the Necronomicon

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

A parody of the often-parodied shirts from Experimental Jetset (http://www.experimentaljetset.nl), this shirt is guaranteed to win you some high-fives at your next Miskatonic University kegger. Can also be used to shield your eyes from any indescribable horror beyond imagining that you may cross your path while on seaside spring break at beautiful Innsmouth, Massachusetts.

Unleash the Crawling Chaos! This Nyarlathotep grunge design depicts the Haunter of the Dark in all its amorphous glory. Dare to wear the face of cosmic horror?

Feel the screams of the void for you are not alone.

"And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

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crawling chaos

Great darkness from the Necronomicon

crawling chaos

The Crawling Chaos cartouche by Darrell Tutcthon.

May the Chaos save us all...

"And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

Nyarlathotep: crawling chaos of Egypt

A sentient blob of self-shaping gelatinous flesh, something like a giant amoeba

Japanese cultist of cthulhu

There were, in such voyages, incalculable local dangers; as well as that shocking final peril which gibbers unmentionably outside the ordered universe, where no dreams reach; that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity—the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlatho

The Sleeper Awakens from his deep slumber!

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"