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Lovecraftian Toad Thing, Various — Description
One of the iconic Mythos monsters, despite not appearing in HPL's stories. Instead, it can be traced back to M. R. James treasure hunting tale. Extremely similar freak appears in one of the R.E. Howard Conan stories where it roams dungeons of a mad sorcerer. Lovecraft's own Moonbeast seems like a curious inversion of this concept, giving it a tentacled head and toad-like body. I like how flattened I made it. Its skeleton is rudimentary and it is kind of collapsing under its own weight.

"The weeping grew nearer as he advanced, and lifting his torch he made out a vague shape in the shadows. Stepping closer, he halted in sudden horror at the amorphic bulk which sprawled before him. Its unstable outlines somewhat suggested an octopus, but its malformed tentacles were too short for its size, and its substance was a quaking, jelly-like stuff which made him physically sick to look at. From among this loathsome gelid mass reared up a frog-like head, and he was frozen with nauseated horror to realize that the sound of weeping was coming from those obscene blubbery lips. The noise changed to an abominable high-pitched tittering as the great unstable eyes of the monstrosity rested on him, and it hitched its quaking bulk toward him. He backed away and fled up the tunnel, not trusting his sword. The creature might be composed of terrestrial matter, but it shook his very soul to look upon it, and he doubted the power of man-made weapons to harm it. For a short distance he heard it flopping and floundering after him, screaming with horrible laughter."

Robert E. Howard, The Scarlet Citadel

"'My dear Gregory, I am telling you the exact truth. I believe I am now acquainted with the extremity of terror and repulsion which a man can endure without losing his mind. I can only just manage to tell you now the bare outline of the experience. I was conscious of a most horrible smell of mould, and of a cold kind of face pressed against my own, and moving slowly over it, and of several--I don't know how many--legs or arms or tentacles or something clinging to my body.
(...)
One thing I did notice in the carving on the well-head, which I think must have escaped you. It was a horrid, grotesque shape — perhaps more like a toad than anything else, and there was a label by it inscribed with the two words, “Depositum custodi”*."

*'Keep that which is committed to thee.’"

M.R. James, The Treasure of Abbot Thomas