Dead Cthulhu Wakes

I often feel frustration at depictions of Cthulhu which I believe to not be in the spirit of Lovecraft’s actual vision. In my opinion far too many people try to make him look ‘cool’ or ‘badass’ or ‘memorable’. Namely, ripped octopus men with frowning brows above glowing demon eyes. In my opinion, that’s not the essence of Cthulhu at all.
He’s a great sopping, steaming, slimy, gooey, nebulous, gelatinous mountain of stench and flux. So that’s what I tried to depict here. I took some of my queues from maggots and snails, creatures that I myself find unpleasant to look at.