Mi-Go, the Fungis of Yuggoth

- "It was of no use to demonstrate to such opponents that the Vermont myths differed but little in essence from those universal legends of natural personification which filled the ancient world with fauns and dryads and satyrs, suggested the kallikanzarai of modern Greece, and gave to wild Wales and Ireland their dark hints of strange, small, and terrible hidden races of troglodytes and burrowers. No use, either, to point out the even more startlingly similar belief of the Nepalese hill tribes in the dreaded Mi-Go or "Abominable Snow-Men" who lurk hideously amidst the ice and rock pinnacles of the Himalayan summits. When I brought up this evidence, my opponents turned it against me by claiming that it must imply some actual historicity for the ancient tales; that it must argue the real existence of some queer elder earth-race, driven to hiding after the advent and dominance of mankind, which might very conceivably have survived in reduced numbers to relatively recent times—or even to the present."

- H. P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer in Darkness

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones & Their Kin series for an upcoming Elder Gods Tarot project:

Rat-thing 
Zoogs
Serpent-Men
Tcho-tchos
Elder Things
Mi-Go, the Fungis of Yuggoth
Hunting Horrors
Leng Spiders
Nightgaunts 
Dark Young

Dhole
Cthonians
Great Race of Yith
Ghouls
Animiculi
Gugs
Deep Ones
Chakota
Flying Polyps
Shoggoth

The colour out of space
Shans, the Insects of Shaggai
Desh, creatures from beyond
Stellar Vampire
Shantak
Byakhee
Dimensional Shambler
Fire Vampires 
Tindalos Hound
Servitor God - Flutist 

Bonus :

"There is in certain ancient things a trace
Of some dim essence—more than form or weight;
A tenuous aether, indeterminate,
Yet linked with all the laws of time and space.
A faint, veiled sign of continuities
That outward eyes can never quite descry;
Of locked dimensions harbouring years gone by,
And out of reach except for hidden keys.

It moves me most when slanting sunbeams glow
On old farm buildings set against a hill,
And paint with life the shapes which linger still
From centuries less a dream than this we know.
In that strange light I feel I am not far
From the fixt mass whose sides the ages are. "

- H. P. Lovecraft, The Fungi of Yuggoth, XXXVI. Continuity