Miskatonic Kids Hoodies

Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.

The coolest school under the sea!

"That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die."

If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing.

Show off your love of Lovecraft! Arkham SPCA is listed as being located near Miskatonic University.

Great Old One

Through Yog-Sothoth, all things are possible...even the monstrous and abominable.

Talk about school spirit!

"As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now." -- H. P. Lovecraft, "The Dunwich Horror"

Tulzscha, The Green Flame

Just remember, Chibi Cthulhu loves you, and when you are eaten – it is done out of love… and hunger – great, eternal, unending hunger.

Ythogtha, son of Cthulhu

HPL

"There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range." - H. P. Lovecraft

This design prints best on black. I also have an Alt version that prints great on colors. See my store.

"The daemon-sultan Azathoth gnaws hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the Other Gods."

Ph'nglui mglw'nfah Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl

Original FAMOUS WEIRDOS Art.

"In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming." — H. P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

"In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

This design prints best on black. I also have an Alt version that prints great on colors. See my store.

"And they say that the Terrible Old Man talks to these bottles, addressing them by such names as Jack, Scar-Face, Long Tom, Spanish Joe, Peters, and Mate Ellis, and that whenever he speaks to a bottle the little lead pendulum within makes certain definite vibrations as if in answer."

Nyarlathotep, The Crawling Chaos

Miskatonic Drinking Club, CTHULHU, When the stars are right, the drinks will flow, At The Mugs Of Madness

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For all fans of macabre horror & those who walk along the edge of infinite madness and terror. Be the envy of all your friends with this striking design of ultimate cosmic horror.

“That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die.” — H. P. Lovecraft

This design prints best on black. I also have an Alt version that prints great on colors. See my store.

In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.

"Some of the Whateleys and Bishops still send their eldest sons to Harvard and Miskatonic, though those sons seldom return to the mouldering gambrel roofs under which they and their ancestors were born."

Zoth-Ommog, a son of Cthulhu

"I like coffee exceedingly." - H. P. Lovecraft

Also comes in a Black print. See my store.

"If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful.” - H. P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu"

"The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen."

"It was the Yuletide, that men call Christmas though they know in their hearts it is older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and mankind." - H. P. Lovecraft, "The Festival"