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Happy Halloween! In honor of the master of cosmic horror, H.P. Lovecraft himself, how can we create original eldritch abominations and deities that aren’t just ripoffs of Cthulhu and company, or at least follow the original sources more closely if we choose to stick with the classics? Could these entities ever be benevolent to humanity, or does that invalidate the genre?

>> No.16692923

>>16692609
>benevolent to humanity
No, the whole point is that they are indifferent to humanity. You might be able to get something resembling benevolence, but only in a utilitarian sense, wherin a lovecraftian god’s actions/existence benefits humans/humanity, but it is not done out of goodwill.

>> No.16693813

>>16692923
>You might be able to get something resembling benevolence, but only in a utilitarian sense, wherin a lovecraftian god’s actions/existence benefits humans/humanity, but it is not done out of goodwill.
And how can its actions/existence benefit humanity without it really being aware of it?

>> No.16693979

There are plenty of "benevolent" deities in the Cthulhu Mythos pantheon. The Mythos predates Lovecraft and is bigger than him. Yes, under Lovecraft's pen the Mythos was amoral, atheist, antihumanist, and unanthropocentric, which is to say Cosmicist in accordance with Lovecraft's own worldview, but August Derleth was a Roman Catholic and basically baptized Lovecraft by placing his worldview in a fundamentally Thomist framework of Good vs. Evil. A lot of people took that as Derleth bastardizing Lovecraft's vision but there would be no Mythos without Derleth. Every author who's worked on the Mythos since then has been working in Derleth's ambit to some degree, even if by way of antirevision. There are thousands of stories in the Mythos. Whether or not Derleth's revisionism is the best presentation of Lovecraft's ideas is a matter of opinion but some of his work is definitely in the core canon.

>> No.16694246

>>16693813
It shits out gold as part of its digestive process.

>> No.16695101

>>16694246
>It shits out gold as part of its digestive process.
Gross, what are some other potential ways that it could be beneficial for mankind?

>> No.16695306

>>16692609
Lovecraftian pantheons can be categorised into two categories: those that were based upon peoples or groups of people (Oriental or Ancient Egyptian), and those based upon fictional creatures (mogwais, vampires, werewolves).

An important factor in the mythological classification of monsters is their colour; this determines whether the monster was derived from real people or creatures, and thus whether the monster is real or fictional, which I’ll return to later. Generally speaking, a monster that is based upon a real person will be known as a character monster, or character-based monster, while a fictional monster is known as a monster-based monster, or monster-based monster. Most likely, a book with many monster-based monsters would be regarded as a monster novel.

There are a lot of different ways to categorize monster books, so I’ll stick with the example of “Ed Gein, the Unparalleled Monster,” a book I’ll discuss next, in this article. Ed Gein’s story is fairly well known, and has been made into a major motion picture with Nicole Kidman, Ben Foster, and Colin Farrell. But he was not the only killer that inspired killers to take the life of their victims.

>> No.16695312

>>16695306
Two murderers in particular inspired a number of killers, who came across one another in their killer endeavors.

In 1973, Raymond Price, a petty criminal in Indianapolis, murdered eight women and five men. After being arrested and charged with the crimes, his friend, William Bonin, came forward and admitted to being Price’s accomplice.

Price, who was reportedly paranoid, had threatened the bank teller at gunpoint.

“If I go to jail, you go to jail,” he allegedly told the teller.

According to authorities, Bonin confessed he had brought Price to the bank with the plan to rob the bank.

All were sentenced to three years of probation and fines in June.

>> No.16695320

>>16695312
The next month, the bank was cursed by a yellow faced wood sprite and quickly emptied out, with its owner already long gone.

The next month, the bank was cursed by a bat and it chased the owls and destroyed the underground house, despite my neighbor's best efforts to control it.

The bank continued to mysteriously find itself in dilapidated states over the years, eventually becoming a locked, gated museum.

>> No.16695326

>>16695320
Until I learned of the gem in its walls.

The first time I heard the gem speak, it sounded like a human girl.

The setting of the room had changed completely.

My body was bent at an awkward angle, but I could still see my uncles and aunt.

My muscles ached as though I'd been running, and my head felt as though it had just been splattered with arrows.

When I started speaking again, it was with an accent - Portuguese.

My voice was raspy and gruff, and I used the nearest set of phone speakers to reach my home.

This wasn't me speaking, this was a survivor.

>> No.16695331

>>16695326
The girl was motionless, her body curled on the floor, her legs rigid in an attempt to keep herself upright.

I didn't know if she'd fallen, or had passed out.

There was a frantic whirring in my ears and my vision became blurred as tears gathered in my eyes.

She hadn't had her vaccines.

She had been immunized against polio, tetanus, and diphtheria, but not against measles.

This vaccine kills a child.

In the room, the others sat quietly, waiting, listening to my cries.

I was crying for real this time, crying until I fell to my knees, hysterical.

>> No.16695338

>>16695331
I was being assaulted.

I remembered the snot in my nose, and I could smell the blood in the room.

It seemed to come from me, though I was sure that I hadn't been bleeding at all.

I ran to the restroom, weeping.

I didn't know what to do.

I wanted to throw up, but I couldn't get my body to obey my commands.

I had to go to the bathroom to throw up.

I have no idea how long I sat there, curled up on the cold tile floor of the bathroom.

Long enough for the nurse to come in and check on me.

>> No.16695344

>>16695338
The nurse had no eyes without pupils and the other nurses began laughing and some began crying hysterically.

The lights began to flicker.

The hard rain outside became a downpour and began to pelt the windows.

The screeching became the cries of a woman in childbirth and the moaning was the groans of a man dying of cancer.

Jack knew, he knew he had to get out of there.

He knew his time was up.

But when?

Jack woke with a start.

He sat bolt upright in his bed.

Cold sweat drenched his face and his heart thundered

>> No.16695347

>>16695344
Thundered like a dead thunderstorm after a shipwreck, the knife of his grief and his fury drove him to her.

It was there, a clenched fist between his teeth, half buried in the sun-warmed desert sand that he knelt on, gazing down into her open, tearless eyes.

'You see, that's what I mean.

All right?

I can understand why you've been trying to get me in here.

But there is no one here!'

'Hush, Zalto,' she whispered.

'Please, Zalto,' she continued in a voice barely above a whisper.

>> No.16695350

>>16695347
'I do want you in here, because when the gods made that cut, they were very precise.'

She nodded, and touched his face again.

'Good, good.

I'm going to have to put you down for a little while, though.

There's a ceremony tonight that I need to attend.

It's to remember your people, and that the Sky is... still king.

That I'm still queen.

I've kept things from you, but I don't know if that will help or hurt things.'

'Majesty?'

'Yes, your Majesty?'

'Can I walk in?'

'I'm afraid so, but I'd better let them know you're coming.

>> No.16695355

>>16695350
After all, you need the hearts to reanimate Adore.

And have Adore once again accept you.

She would have been heartless and cruel to do that.

If not for you, Adore would have gone on killing."

I sat still, the name of my beloved Adore.

Locked away in an urn and buried under the ground.

Then something crept up from my feet and behind my ear and I froze.

Mouth dropping, eyes wide, I screamed and leapt at the...

KITTENS!

Falling to my knees, I cradled the kittens.

I smiled, loving the squeals and the warm little bodies.

>> No.16695357

>>16695355
Jace was pacing.

His hair was sticking up all over the place, and the crowette was gone.

He looked tired and frustrated.

Mark made a motion to follow him.

They both turned to see Lily there.

Her arms were crossed, her nose in the air.

Mark narrowed his eyes at her.

"There wasn't any gangbang with a dragon, or any perverted wolves," Lily said.

>> No.16695362

>>16695357
"We got woken up by cops.

Wanted us to come with them.

We went back to the carnival and were trying to sneak back into the trailer park when Adore dumped a cinderblock on our heads.

We didn't know what it was, but the police saw us and said we were on their radar.

We tried to make out that we didn't know who they were or where they were going.

They knew that wasn't the case."

On second thought, maybe they had been at the carnival.

"Where were we, Dana?"

>> No.16695364

>>16695362
"In the police station.

They took our IDs and let us go.

My mom was furious.

She thought we'd gotten arrested for smoking pot, and we all kind of just stood there dumbfounded. She couldn't have known what the dream meant."

She didn't answer right away.

"But you can find out who your friends are, right?

I don't know, maybe they mean that I'm done with Paul.

That I should leave the way I left the car.

Go on. "Something like an ache settled between us.

It was so real.

"What did you do with it?"

I asked.

"The car?" "I put it in the garage.

Didn't look in the hood.

Just put it in the garage.

I didn't want my mom to find it.

>> No.16695369

>>16695364
I just threw it in a big heap.

It was such a nice car.

I thought, if I could just hide the survivor in that car...

After the war, I drove it to school and showed it off to my friends, and it kind of put me on the track of trying to get a job with Ford Motor Company.

This is 1953.

I was a sophomore in high school.

I had applied for a job.

Ford sent me a nice letter saying I would get a personal interview with a man named, I think, Allen B. Reeves.

He was one of the car company's PR guys.

That summer, I worked as an associate for a news man.

>> No.16695374

>>16695369
It's a blackened jungle here, full of marauders, and I just gotta find the parts.

It was a week after finding her, and I finally finished the earrings I was making for her birthday.

I'd already stitched all the medallions onto the ribbon ear wires, but there was still quite a bit of cutting and sewing left to do.

I wanted them to be perfect for her, so I took my time.

I didn't want anything more to go wrong.

They were nice and shiny when I was done, and I slipped them into their bags.

>> No.16695854

>>16693979
>August Derleth was a Roman Catholic and basically baptized Lovecraft by placing his worldview in a fundamentally Thomist framework of Good vs. Evil.
Christians shouldn't be allowed closer than 100 ft from art in any form.

>> No.16696768

>>16695854
>Christians shouldn't be allowed closer than 100 ft from art in any form.
Rude, I'm Christian.

>> No.16696822

>>16695854
Post your body of work or die.

>> No.16696829

You're gonna have to be more specific. What exactly do these things do? What is the setting? What do they want?

If you want something akin to a "stable religion" based off of these entities, that isn't really all that hard. The God is some kind of weird thing that exists in more dimensions than us (X, Y, Z, A, B, C, -time, +time, and a 7D-spacetime, totalling to 15 dimensions). It gets some benefit out of interacting with us. Perhaps orgasms generate something that it eats (or gathers?) in one of the dimensions that it exists in, but that we don't, so it runs a sex cult. Perhaps war causes enough of a disturbance in some other dimension that it can then scurry around and eat bugs or whatever, so it uses us to kick up silt on the ocean floor, and as such runs a war cult. It doesn't really matter. The problem is, it doesn't actually exist in our 4D spacetime universe, it exists in its weird 15D universe. So, through some shenanigans, it can partially enter ours.

But this is like a dude reaching his hand down an anthill, or into a log. It's entering a foreign environment, it barely has control of itself (in a meaningful sense), and it can't really see all that well, or really at all, so it's pretty prone to destruction. It's also not really able to differentiate between humans, so if it squishes someone by accident and suddenly the cult stops working, it probably won't realize that it flattened the cult's leader until like, a week (in its time) later.

Lovecraft's whole mythos is about the utter strangeness and ambivalence to humanity that characterizes the universe. His entities aren't really malicious to us in the same way that the United States Federal Government isn't really malicious to an ant colony. This isn't to say that you can't really have "benevolence" towards humanity from these sorts of things, but I don't see how you could ever have a "patron deity" that actually cares about anything humans care about. Why would a 27D thing from beyond the veil care if (you) masturbate? It and your experiences are utterly incomparable.

>> No.16697723

>>16696829
>Lovecraft's whole mythos is about the utter strangeness and ambivalence to humanity that characterizes the universe. His entities aren't really malicious to us in the same way that the United States Federal Government isn't really malicious to an ant colony. This isn't to say that you can't really have "benevolence" towards humanity from these sorts of things, but I don't see how you could ever have a "patron deity" that actually cares about anything humans care about. Why would a 27D thing from beyond the veil care if (you) masturbate? It and your experiences are utterly incomparable.
So, there’s no hope for humanity?

>> No.16697851

>>16693979
Derleth is trash and everything he did with Lovecraft's work after HP's death is a travesty.
I genuinely wish you would kill yourself.

>> No.16697867

>>16697723
Not who you responded to, but not really.
Even when there is a"win" in a Lovecraft story, it isn't an overarching win. It is Cthulhu goes back beneath the waves to sleep, or someone got away from a terrible situation and was the last survivor, or doom is put off temporarily or knowledge of a terrible evil is discovered (but not how to overcome the evil).
Humans are at the mercy of what the greater beings choose to do, just as single-celled organisms under a microscope might be to a scientist.

>> No.16697895

>>16695101
It's presecence drives humans into enthusiastic rape orgies that replenish the land after a long war.

>> No.16698485

>>16697723
In relationship to Lovecraft, "hope for humanity" can mean "redemption or something close to it."

Of course, those may just be words.

Here's what Poe wrote (and a good bit of this was actually in The Raven):

>A chill not iron enough, A sigh not breatheable enough, A touch not seeable not touchable - Yet all in nigh were - Something with eyes of nightmares and breath of mad fire.

>A horror beyond feeling or imagination - A thing that moved and breathed and lived and died beyond all reckoning - He gave up the ghost in this mad heart of mine.

>> No.16698491

>>16698485
This theme associates with Lovecraft's work by utilizing the creatures that are generally central to his works; namely Necromongers, shape-shifters, and Lovecraftian entities (namely Old Ones, Cthulhu, the Dream-Questing Gnomes and Others, and the Shoggoths) in Lovecraftian fiction, with "Diabolik" being the most notable and successful manga adaptation of this "Shoggoth" material.

Cosmic horror is an American gothic horror subgenre that extends back to the early nineteenth century and the works of Edgar Allan Poe.

>> No.16698493

>>16698491
One twist on Lovecraft's pantheon in relation to your thread can be seen in recent news that Bill R. Crozier, a Lovecraft aficionado and creator of the, is now a candidate for the Democratic nomination for governor in California.

How would you, as a Lovecraftian, view his political chances?

Would he be a better choice to run the state?

I know he's from the south, but California is, in many ways, the intellectual and cultural heart of America.

>> No.16698501

>>16698493
Crozier's apotheosis starts at 2:15, when the narrator relates Crozier's first meeting with Shackleton on the Endurance expedition: "I never knew a man of such kindness, of such humanity, or of such courage. I think, my God, I never knew a man like this…"

The last scene of the film also provides a powerful summary of a sort of militant pragmatism, which is famously absent in the popular imagination. With Shackleton's death in the mid-sixties, the vista of the journey in movie theatres was little changed.

>> No.16698508

>>16698501
Of the nearly 25, none of his associates could survive a chance meeting with him without some form of physical attack from him.

I truly think that if I had bumped into his wrath and had one of the meetings go bad, I would have gotten hit and probably killed.

One time, I asked his partner if he wanted me to give Rob a message from him and he said, "No, Rob will be upset that you told me, you're gonna have to tell him yourself."

So when I bumped into him at some event where we happened to be at the same table, I decided to just come right out and ask him.

>> No.16698515

>>16698508
His answer still replaces every bone in my body to this day: He meant it.

Right now I'm falling for the piano chords his fingers are playing on the keys.

They're surprisingly fast and know exactly how to play each note so I'm able to feel each individual string with every phrase that I hear.

These aren't even the notes he's used before, this is something new entirely.

My heart's beating like crazy as I watch him and I have to take a step back to focus.

My jaw has dropped open, I'm stunned, and I can't talk.

>> No.16698520

>>16698515
It's just...it's the way his hands are glowing at every motion on the piano.

The way his hands look when he is concentrating.

The way his eyes narrow and the way his mouth tightens and then relaxes when he sees me.

It's the way his eyes grow darker and darker the more I stare at him.

It's all so easy to focus on the negative.

I look over at the piano and there's so much more I can see than on a regular day.

I see my heart, beating for him.

I see his heart beating, thinking about me.

I see his breath, the same way I see Raven's breathing every time she is lying about his ideals, his purpose. Crozier is truly a man in need of someone he can trust.

I have watched over him ever since, and it is time to return the favor.

It is time for someone to care for him again. It is time for me to abandon all this foolishness and allow someone to take my place.

The next chapter will be very short.

I'm actually not going to say too much about it except for the fact that I've been having a good time with my group lately.

I've been feeling a bit bad about Raven, especially after she said that I was too simple.

>> No.16698527

>>16698520
Another example on the subject of Lovecraft and racism is an essay by Arthur Machen. In this, as he already foresaw in his On Hearing of the Death of Mr. John Dallas, Machen denies that Lovecraft’s racism constitutes a reliable characterization of his race, the Irish. And as I will show below, Lovecraft is no less prejudiced about Irishmen. Machen explains:

The late Mr. Richard H. Jefferies, in his exceedingly candid and satisfactory book on ‘The Horror from the Well,’ having catalogued the foul opinions that abound upon race, he could hardly fail to notice that in the judgment of his readers the evidence for the existence of blacks as a distinct species of man was, I quote, ‘dispositive.’ There was no greater miracle than that the appearance of the Negro made the entire proportion of the human race seem to have been altered. The result was that the annual display of blackness in certain parts of the country became the most common subject of levity and scandal; it was to blacken a morning at the village pump that a stranger appeared and had to walk the last mile alone.

‘Always look on the bright side,’ the minister said.

‘But that’s no cheerful thought,’ I muttered.

I was still feeling resentful that the good feelings were turning out to be a mere surface appearance, one without substance.

I wanted to have our usual good-natured laugh.

‘Doris will be in there,’ I continued.

‘Poor old thing.’

‘But she was so excited to have all these boys and girls around.’

‘That’s it.

The new pupils, young man.

>> No.16699230

>>16697851
>Derleth is trash and everything he did with Lovecraft's work after HP's death is a travesty.
Yikes, why do you hate what he did so much?

>> No.16699255

>>16692609
>original
>lovecraftian

>> No.16699386

>>16692609
Lovecraftian gods can be found in varying forms in popular culture. In my own fiction, the Kraken is immortal, depicted as an amorphous dark-blue beast with two lower jaws, huge pincers, and a mouth like a dripping cave. It may not be as frightening as an inhumanly vast, humanoid-like being, but it’s scary enough to stop you in your tracks and urge you to run screaming into the night.

The Kraken first appeared in the H. P. Lovecraft story “The Call of Cthulhu” (1928). It became the basis of H. P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos, which comprises the Cthulhu Mythos, the Old Ones, the Great Old Ones, the Elder Things, the Deep Ones, the Nyarlathotep, and the Outer God Nagas.

In this story, the Kraken visits the astral form of Tom Beyers, a young Englishman who has a bad feeling about the voyage of the steamer Godfrey. In a fit of paranoia, Beyers holds the young woman who accompanied him at the beach by her throat, just as he did to the drowned girl in “The Call of Cthulhu.” He is about to do it again, when the Kraken awakens and carries him away.

[Laughs] It’s a common mythology! The Kraken is a form of sea-creature. It feeds on shipwrecks, lives in deep water, and rises up every 50 years or so to spawn. It does not take prisoners. If it catches you, you are its prey. So, I have a love-hate relationship with it.

There’s one scene in “The Kraken” when Ethan watches a short science-fiction film about the Kraken as a child. It tells the story of a crashed alien spacecraft that the locals use to commit satanic rituals. The camera sits on a snowy mountaintop at night, the only sound the creak of the chair and the clicking of the projector. Ethan is watching the movie with his foster family, the same young adults who were removed from him and sent to foster homes across the country when he was only 8 years old. They’re seated together, the only ones left in the theater to witness what’s about to happen.

“You see that rock out in the ocean, right there?” Ethan asks his parents.

“Yeah,” his father says

>> No.16699401

>>16699386
Lovecraft's pantheon includes King of Cthulhu, Balder the Spirit of Winter, Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sothoth, Tentacular Spheres, and R'lyeh.

Although "Cthulhu Wars" is largely focused on the struggle for power between the races and families of the Planet Eternia, other cultures may find the game to be too complex.

"R'lyeh: The Horror on R'lyeh" presents another early Lovecraftian-influenced alternate history, based on the "Cthulhu Mythos" written by H.P.

Lovecraft.

"R'lyeh: The Horror on R'lyeh" is set after the obliteration of Earth, when the forces of Cthulhu are said to be pouring out of the sunken city on R'lyeh, causing widespread disasters around the globe.

The story is narrated by Dr. Edgar Macan, an explorer who found R'lyeh and was forced to leave due to an attack by Cthulhu.

His ship sinks and he emerges on the Pacific Ocean floor, where he encounters an alien "telepath" who tells him he can reach R'lyeh by having his mind carried to the ocean floor.

Macan accepts and is teleported to R'lyeh by the entities and buried under 60 feet of seawater, where the entities invade his mind, manipulate his body, and eventually seize complete control of his body, transferring themselves into the ship's keel to hijack it.

Macan takes the opportunity to escape, ending up on the eve of an immense earthquake and tsunami in which nearly all life on the planet will be destroyed.

Unable to fight against the alien creatures any longer, Macan is teleported to Earth, with the entities leaving him an advanced device in return for his life.

However, before Macan can use the device, he comes face-to-face with the alien Q, now in a new, human form.

Macan is overjoyed at the opportunity to put his training to use, but Q is reluctant to engage in combat and asks that he kill him before the aliens can get another chance to find him and kill him.

At first, Macan refuses, claiming the alien cannot understand how dangerous he is and is just there to kill him, but is overcome with his new
friendship with Q and agrees to bring Q to Earth.

The film was produced by Leonard Mosher and produced and directed by Harold Rosson.

Many scenes of the film were shot at Washington Park and the underground shopping mall tunnels, also in Washington Park.

Several scenes, particularly those that follow Matt, Dana, and Tom through the park and down the shaft, were shot at Knott's Berry Farm.

>> No.16699410

>>16699401
Another "Lovecraftian" cosmology is
a model wherein the Daoist entity "daoshi" (道士, "official of the Way") is a cosmic being of non-local, quasi-formal existence, subject to an order of transcendence and to laws which govern it.

(The daojiao are closely associated with the "xian" (Chinese for "god" or "spirits" and cognate with "daojiao" in other languages), and were thought to affect the natural world through rituals such as the Materia rituals.)

A "Daojiao" may be compared to the Norse/Germanic/British deity Odin, whose powers included health, agriculture, and protection from wild animals and wild monsters.

He represented an ancestor figure and would protect the family, and if one of his family members died he would later reappear.

At the imperial court, the title "Daojiao" was given to various government functionaries who performed specific duties and developed influence with the emperor, including the "Jiuge Daojiao", "Kongming Daojiao", "Wanzheng Daojiao", and "Jiucai Daojiao".

In Song dynasty, "Daojiao" were shaped by men from Han dynasty, especially Xie Lun.

>> No.16699797

What the fuck is even going on in this thread?
It is, dare I say it? Lovecraftian.

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>> No.16700608

>>16699868
My eyes!

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>>16692609
Idk make a god that is an incomprehensible energy form that communicates to mortals through crystals and rituals that are doorways to another dimension. Followers basically experience pure bliss and ecstasy when they commune with the god in his realm due to experiencing things humans are not fully capable of comprehending. Humans then start to reshape our reality bit by bit to resemble this paradise but wind up getting possessed by spirits who want to hijack our reality and turn it into a bastion of their realm so it can attack other gods. Basically the god is a cosmic meth dealer who gets his mis 3d material realm minions badly hooked on the energy from his realm that they are forced to give up their souls. This god hates humanity and other 3d beings and understands us better than we do. It basically wants to rule all realms and have all concious energy in the universe under its domain because its a giant control freak and it thinks that 3d universe/physical matter was a mistake and consuming human souls is akin to reclaiming lost bits of energy/rehabilhating weak souls through torture. Ideas like male and female or reproduction or death are completely alien to it, it basically wants to have an energy/information system of unlimited potential/creation within the 4th dimension but sees our universe as like the fuel cell of a higher dimension that steals from it as well as our impure consciousness basically litering its realm with our toxic garbage.

Its not really an evil god it just does shit we think is evil because it has completely alien desires to us and is at war with the creator of our universe. It runs into the idea that all alien/lovecraftian horrors are general understandable to humanity its just we either lack the fundamental communication systems or our ego derived from our physical bodies gets in the way. Their motivations are understandable its just there is an intuitive dimensional barrier to equitiable interactions. Its like the idea that we could never communicate ants but we could mimick their pheremones with technology to fuck them up or get them to do what we want or engage in genetic engineering to force them to understand human language. The problem is that once you do that other ants will see them as a threat or not understand that we might know better than them but other humans might fight over what objectives we want to use our new ant tools for as others might want ants as sentient friends to grow with us rather than using them.

I think it basically comes down to the idea a lovecraftian entity would either be looking at humanity as something to hollistically enhance(good), ignore, or use as a tool(evil)

My general sense is that any being that could be considered a god or alien would likely not exist within 3 dimensional space.

Its often difficult for other neutral or good gods to combat it because it often disguises itself as another god to manipulate/decieve.

This god ba

>> No.16701617

>>16700608
>My eyes!
Transmutation can be a very bad thing, like when your life was saved by someone who wanted you dead.

They might have not intended it, but you're welcome to it."

With a tiny sliver of light, Ren studied what looked like a burlap sack of meat.

He could tell that it was flesh because the hair that grew there was coarse and bristle-like.

Ren curled his lip at the stink and yanked the bag off so hard that it tore in his hand.

The flesh was pale and hanging in folds from the body.

His stomach tied itself into a knot as he realized he had never wanted to have to carry something this bad for any reason in his life.

"You are such an insensitive bastard, aren't you?"

he asked as he put the bag down and eyed it.

"I don't know what you mean," Mennie said.

"The old woman died of old age.

She just got too frail for this world.

The girl who was with her knew better than to bother her."

"It's not the same," Ren said.

"He has to know that."

"No, she didn't.

He didn't get a chance to pay for it."

>> No.16701622

>>16701617
Mennie laughed and used her brush to finish off Lizzie's hair.

She kept glancing at Lizbeth, her eyes alight.

A few strands fell loose and tickled Lizzie's cheek.

"Well, if you say so.

I told you he was going to be our new second hand man.

I am not foolish enough to think he's going to sit around all day in his underpants."

She yanked Lizbeth's head up by the chin.

"I think he's handsome.

He keeps on touching you."

"He kept touching me when I came in the room.

Oh."

Lizzie slapped her

>> No.16701646

>>16701622
Bumpfag, Shmumpf," the vampire who was torturing the poor soul on the ground said as he pointed at Shmumpfag.

He, then, produced an angry - looking knife and brought it down on the helpless man's head.

Blood, black as tar, spilled out and covered the creature's hands, neck, and face.

Shmumpfag moved his head slowly side - to - side, trying to ignore the pain and survive.

The bastard was not done with him yet.

"Fuck!

You! "the vampire shouted again as he brought down the knife on the helpless man

Shmumpfag moved his head slowly side - to - side, trying to ignore the pain and survive.

The dog named Edward responded to the sound of a running tap and turned its head, still the cold blade just inches from his body.

His wide eyes pleaded with the young boy.

"Please help me.

I've done nothing wrong, "he choked out.

"I'm alone and I don't know who else I can turn to."

"I'm right here.

What's your name?"

Jupiter asked, getting closer and closer to the dog's face.

Shmumpfag was beginning to come out of his shocked state and realized the strange man with the grey hoodie was trying to help him.

He began licking the child's face, frightened and confused.

Jupiter and Zeus watched in astonishment as the once hateful, psychotic Shmumpfag began to melt away and transform into the lovable, compassionate Shmumpfag they knew and loved.

"Jupiter!"

Zeus called, and Jupiter and her friends immediately ran over to see what was wrong with Shmumpfag.

Shmumpfag came to his senses and turned around to see the four heroes standing in front of him.

"Um, thank you."

He said, looking at the ground.

Jupiter saw an opening for a new tactic and she charged Shmumpfag's face with a smile and gave him a few punches to the face and then they all took a few swings at him, this time even with hair being involved.

They had to pin him down to do it, and they did.

Finally they got control of Shmumpfag and dragged him over to a deep well.

The children were getting excited now.

They started pouring in the water and took some to the cistern where they said they were going to cook it.

My children took some too.

Then they went to the house and blew up a vat of liquid fire.

That ended all hope of food for us.

>> No.16701660

>>16701646
Since that day we have eaten only the boiled leaves of green weeds.

The only other thing to eat that the children ever bring to us is small green snails which are swallowed whole.

"They say you can eat the hearts of fawns, deer, any deer.

One old woman they killed had a heart in her hand and it was a good size one.

She went to bring us some watmah.

The woman cooked the heart and then gave us a little of it.

I knew she wanted it for herself and the children, so I ate it before she did and I killed a black muskrat, speared him with the side of my knife and began to gnaw on him.

I managed to eat the heart and some of the meat of the muskrat, but when I tried to gnaw on the heart I couldn't.

It would not stay in my teeth.

I said to myself, 'I can't do this,' and my heart got all crumpled up.

I began to cry.

The children ran out of the house to find me, and when I sat down in the car for the last time it almost killed me.

We made it back to the house all right.

But that night, when Mrs. Walters came home from the store, I begged to be taken back to the highway.

I couldn't live with all those things coming out of me.

I've never begged to get out of anything since.

I want my belly button."

"You'll have it.

You'll get the organ all cleaned out with soap and water.

And there's iodine for a spot."

"Doesn't matter if I have the body wash or not.

I don't like that smell."

I shuddered, and he gave me a strange look.

I sighed.

"Look, I don't like hospitals.

I don't like everything about them.

You know how they have the quietest sounds like the TV in the background, like they're trying to soothe the patients.

And the machines are all a mystery to me.

I don't like any of it."

I looked around again.

"So do you have to take me back there?

Now?"

"No, I only put you here.

I have you.

I know what to do

>> No.16702048

>>16692609
>In honor of the master of cosmic horror, H.P. Lovecraft himself, how can we create original eldritch abominations and deities that aren’t just ripoffs of Cthulhu and company, or at least follow the original sources more closely if we choose to stick with the classics?

Lovecraft's pantheon includes an array of creatures. In "At the Mountains of Madness," we meet the bat-like Grendel; in "The Shadow Out of Time," the insectoid flute-playing Mohokins; and in "At the Mountains of Madness," we even encounter the mischievous mummy-like Yog-Sothoth, the ultimate Elder God.

In fact, in 1934, Lovecraft told a British press interviewer that he had "forgotten exactly why he had created Yog-Sothoth" in "The Call of Cthulhu." As a supreme "disorganizer," Yog-Sothoth supposedly causes chaos and disorder in the universe by causing oblivion to exist. According to Lovecraft's letter, he was taking a break from writing the story to attend a U.S. vs. England cricket match, but was disturbed to discover that "for the first time ever the English team won a match when trailing after the first innings. ... I had gone to that series with a delusionary fancy that England had a chance, and it is only now that I realize that the whole thing was in the nature of an elaborate hoax."

LOOMING RUMOURS

Ole Gunnar Solskjaer (pictured) has told Ryan Giggs to quit his role as caretaker manager at Manchester United

RUMOURS OF THE WEEKEND

Ole Gunnar Solskjaer has told Ryan Giggs to quit his role as caretaker manager at Manchester United. Giggs, 40, has been told by Solskjaer not to consider returning to Old Trafford in a similar capacity when the Norwegian gets a permanent job.

Solskjaer's preference is to retain the job as interim manager, so as to be able to benefit from Giggs' extensive knowledge and experience.

When it became clear Giggs was not going to be considered, he immediately informed the board he wanted to end his spell in the interim role. Solskjaer, meanwhile, said he did not want Giggs to get the role permanently as it would damage the prospects of landing Pochettino.

Giggs is keen to get involved with United after 20 years of retirement. He has regularly met with the United hierarchy and is close to Pochettino, and is now preparing to take a position

>> No.16702059

what if our civilization is under constant collapse and no one will believe that it is under collapse? Or what if some supernatural force is manipulating events behind the scenes (like, I don't know, the Illuminati)?

what if the Earth is just a big thing made of hostile alien forces that will destroy the human race if we try to build civilization out there?

what if all the above are true?

What if, at the very end, none of the human race will make it to the stars, and all their doom is foretold in history and mythology?

We, the people of the world, need to come up with a new future, or we will be done for, once the end is at hand.

- What do I see in this film?

Let me get this out of the way up front: to call Star Wars an "end times movie" is to dismiss a considerable segment of the human race.

From Star Wars to the Titanic to Indiana Jones and Star Wars, there are people who fear the end times.

Some even fear that the end times are very near and they may need to leave their homes to survive.

In other words, they are alarmists.

I remember seeing Raiders of the Lost Ark in 1977 when I was a teenager.

I didn't much care for it at the time, but the more I think about it, the more I respect what Spielberg managed to accomplish in that movie.

Not only did he successfully mix action and horror, he was able to tell a story without scaring people.

Unlike many of the other action / horror movies of the time, there was an element of sincerity in Raiders that went beyond mere entertainment.

>> No.16702087

When making a cosmic horror story, the essential factor is “trust,” which has no clear definitions. Much of the work of Jackson, Romero, and their like — the stuff that gets used for comparison — is imprecise, each horror trope being a half-truth, and needlessly complex. All of this uncertainty is a matter of balance, and of making the paranormal correctly creepy.

In The Descent, a crew of girls discover a tunnel of undulating, huge worms that are quickly incapacitating. The survivors are saved by a pair of hermits who possess a network of tunnels and exit back into the civilized world.

In Leviathan, an engineering crew, stranded in a dead planet, finds a strange atmosphere and nearly entire ecosystem.

[Read The Descent (book) on Amazon]

The world around you is threatened. (And vice versa.)

In all of these books, the world outside is threatened by men.

As we climb the different geological strata of the main story line of The Descent, we slowly learn that we are part of a species of women, and that there are, Scrapbook, the “authority” figures present are themselves threatened by an impending flood of progress, an impending ecocide. The progress of technology destroys many lives.

In An Ember in the Ashes, a desolate desert wastes spreads with impossible ruins after an apparent nuclear war, and new generations of people have become technologically proficient enough to explore these ruins and the inhabitants of the ruined city. As new civilizations emerge, the old ones attempt to claim the resources,

>> No.16702098

>>16702087
The world of An Ember in the Ashes becomes yet more complex as you discover that, under the London Mask, the government wields the same technology as its supernatural enemies, and their scientists are developing an arsenal of deadly technologies. The war only intensifies as you take control of these factions – the People’s Army, the Nobles, the Brotherhood of the Cross – each with its own unique agenda, its own needs, its own motivation. It is a complex and beautiful universe that you get to shape from the bottom up.

For example, The Free State of Mezzanine 2 will only be able to generate the upper and lower city, which means only a small fraction of your faction’s resources will be allocated to the lower city, forcing you to be strategic about how you develop and expand the community.

That’s just one example of a complicated and emergent world.

Evolving the game

At any time, each faction can move beyond what the overall game supports and start creating their own, unique content. This can be anything from islands to castles to dungeons or other expansive, non-resource sites.

Most of this content is activated by competing factions, and is not shared by any other faction. That content is also available to everyone in the world, provided it's not activated. As mentioned earlier, the inability to spam the game with content is both a blessing and a curse; however, players can challenge friends with up to 16 players or bots to any number of exclusive locations.

>> No.16702158

In Netflix's latest adaptation of Lovecraft's 1919 novella, "At the Mountains of Madness," starring Tom Hiddleston, Bruce Greenwood, and John Hurt, the freezing wastes of Antarctica are dark and dangerous. The protagonist, an American scientist who has contracted a case of brain fever, ventures into a secret facility at the base of the nearby Mount Erebus volcano to study the true source of the strange new malady. But he quickly discovers that the nightmare has also invaded his dreams.

This spellbinding masterpiece, originally published in 1971 and featuring a stunning cover by the master Peter Kuper, continues to haunt readers' dreams and provoke dreams of its own.

Third Sight, J. G. Ballard

After the deaths of her parents, a young girl who was abused by her stepfather comes across a bag of ammunition and crosses into another realm. Now she must use her natural gift of seeing to save her sister from the very creatures that tormented her for her abuse.

Death Valley, Ernest Callenbach

A vivid depiction of the slow death of America.

Honeymoon, Michael Krull

This groundbreaking debut novel imagines what would happen if the human race became extinct. It explores themes like isolation, how the earth’s resources are dwindling, and how human social bonds crumble in the face of our evolving relationship with technology.

Sea of Monsters, Scott Westerfeld

Written with characteristic flair and confidence, this gripping young adult series follows the heroic adventures of a group of teens who embark on a secret mission to fight monsters from Atlantis. (I read the second and third installments simultaneously last year. Thank goodness I read them both!)

The second book starts on the eve of the US and Soviet Union’s largest-ever naval nuclear war. In anticipation of nuclear war, the magical world of Thyslia becomes subject to suspicion. According to Thyslia's own Constitution, any departure from normal Thyslia events (such as the recent discovery of the Atlantean family Avianus) must be investigate immediately.

"Thyslia Awakens" [ edit ]

The third book in the series, "Thyslia Awakens" (2002) is narrated by the Avianus family's vampire matriarch, Eva Avianus. The setting is the fictional island of Thyslia, which is the center of the magical world. Eva, along with her daughter, Vera (a Trencrom mage), and granddaughter, Sybella (a Trencrom mage), encounter a new threat to Thyslia when the ancient god Mictlantecuhtli decides to regain his powers.

The fourth book in the series, "Thyslia Unbound," is scheduled to be published in March 2019.

>> No.16702212

The political ramifications of August Derleth's most audacious apostasy, and the surrounding landscape of occultism and the 20th century, are explored through the following important reference sources.

Edited by Carl Söderqvist

Some people forget that with some exceptions that the Cthulhu Mythos had to grow up before it could be properly understood.

For a long time it was often relegated to fringe magazines and the odd "weirdish" anthology in magazines like Phantasia, Steampacket, and Weird Tales.

Michael Dowling has been a lifelong fan of weird tales, and in the mid 1970s he began to compile and re-print them in book form.

He first self-published a total of twenty four short stories in 1971, entitled "From a Corner of the Mirror", which were later reprinted in a number of anthologies.

In 1973 he worked with publisher Todd Cockson to produce a revised edition, "The Weird Book for Young Lovers", a coffee-table book of stories for young people and a sequel to "The Best of Weird Tales", published in the same year.

By now editor of "Gothic Tales", Hall published three additional books with Hall and two by Todd Cockson, all in 1973 and 1976.

They were "Shadow Fables" (with the cover of "Strange Tales", it is the only one of the three to be reprinted), "Night Lords of Black Winter" (with the cover of "Strange Tales") and "Songs of a Silver Age" (with the cover of "Dangerous Visions").

He left "Gothic Tales" to become the senior editor at "Planet Story" in 1975 and was editor-in-chief from 1976 to 1978.

>> No.16702347

>>16699868
What was this image originally like?

>> No.16702597

>>16693813
Any number of ways. The ocean is completely indifferent to us, and drowns countless people every years, smashing boats and drowning coastal settlements indiscriminately. But it is also a huge boon to us because it allows for sea trade, fishing, it looks beautiful, etc etc.
Lovecraft deities in close proximity to humanity are like the ocean.

>> No.16702617

What is wrong with you anon? The reddit spacing is really the cherry on top, and makes the whole thread unreadable.

>> No.16702879

>>16697851
Derleth's mythos stories are trash except for Ithaqua and the one with the fire guy, but you wouldn't even know about Lovecraft if it wasn't for Derleth, mongoloid.

>> No.16702913

>>16700933
I didn't read this but it sounds pretty cool.

>> No.16703983

>>16702879
>except for Ithaqua and the one with the fire guy,
What makes them acceptable?

>> No.16704326

You can not capture Lovecraft's spirit unless you fully engage with romantic and fin-de-siecle literature. Lovecraft essence, what grants his works so much power, is his decadent aestheticism. I find it very strange that people claim he can't write. His prose is some of the most beautiful i've read in english. Cosmic horror is not created by creating overpowering inhumane deities, it is something that emerges from a frail oversensitivity regarding life and nature. This is why his whole creative followership fails to deliver. Why all the movies and games and fan fictions are crap.

>> No.16704898

>>16702879
>the one with the fire guy
What's the name of that one, BTW?

>> No.16705885

>>16704898
Fire in the themes of Derleth is a very distressing thing to witness.

You are left with the horrifying thought that the creator of such a work has been possessed, or has some other kind of psychosis.

This must be reported as soon as possible so that the psychiatric profession can see to it that the disturbed mind receives proper treatment.

* At the end of the book, the Shadow is put to rest, so to speak, by the cat, who bites off the boy's head and allows the body to drop into the pond.

>> No.16705916

>>16692609
My interpretation of the Lovecraft pantheon consists of such beings as aldath, a snowman-like creation inspired by Hali's Seven Sisters, related to old men's use of an eldritch hammer (the astrolabe); a childlike race of misbegotten folk with a disquieting taste for killing; sun-dwelling, cattle-roaming, crustacean-like entities; and, most intriguingly, Nth Metal, a fluid that can mix with flesh to imbue its bearer with a unique set of psychic powers, although one of these is necromancy. It's hinted that it "exists in the spirit world, we can feel it," though it is absent from flesh. Presumably, given the power that almost all survivors, including those on Arisia and the forest moon of Endymion, still possess, the entities are one of the reasons the Nth Metal never seeped into the living world, but what's known of the universe's history suggests that most of these creatures were consumed by the Proto-Raskeenans, and the equivalent of their flagship, the Great Red Spider.

It is a commonly held belief by historians that an iron-grey woman, later called Laocoon, enslaved by the Raskeenans was likely responsible for their seemingly innate desire to maim and destroy life.

It was she who taught the primitives the art of creating beings without fear or compassion.

This latter belief, however, seems quite unlikely.

Laocoon is described as one of the most beautiful women of the time, to which she appears to have been born to a noble family.

It seems entirely possible that she would have left her home to pursue a life among the Raskeenans, given her looks and temperament.

Dionysus gave Laocoon a healing magic, which she had used to great effect in her life among the Raskeenans.

She may have given birth to Raskeenan children, given how much they trusted her.

Moreover, as with Menolly, it is also possible that such a child might have been fathered by a full-blooded Cimmerian, or by a man of Cimmerian extraction who had fallen in love with her.

>aldath, a snowman-like creation inspired by Hali's Seven Sisters, related to old men's use of an eldritch hammer (the astrolabe)
amber bead – the aldath were thought to have their own, personal pyramids of amber for aldath wizardry; and an aldath mirror with a mirror-tipped staff.

The fall of the aldath's sphere in time – and the symbolism of the mirror – was a reference to the blackness of winter, in a country that had lost many people to the war.

In late December, the Daeva King and his healer, Nadeau, arrived at Abadar's court.

The Daeva King had apparently survived the slaughter of his own men by wolves.

He and his healer, who was a member of the Amnii – a nomadic people of lighter-skinned, black-haired people – spoke some in their own language and in Stille, and employed each other's talents.

Alfred was very interested in the Daeva King and his healer, and especially in Nadeau, who he deemed much smarter than the Daeva King and an interesting subject for study.

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>>16705916
>a childlike race of misbegotten folk with a disquieting taste for killing.
That might be about all you can call the malcontents of Kelden. Surrounded by ominous mountains, mighty fires, and frozen lakes, this is a land where everything moves slowly and everything that moves is malevolent. Yet at the heart of Kelden lies the self-sustaining city of Draconis, the home of the Eternal Court, which has ruled the lands for over a thousand years. In recent years, however, the Eternal Court has become so corrupt that it has failed to enforce justice. Instead, petty despots, lunatics, thieves, and traitors abound.

>sun-dwelling, cattle-roaming, crustacean-like entities;
; that, as well as in-situ aerobic animals like microorganisms and algae; and that, to quote "NASA: The discovery of " Enceladus'"

Note: B; (Ah, but that's off the top of my head.)

transmitted to my inbox from xyzmun , a NASA section of Xenu's colonies, and not associated with Xenu's version.

The Space Agency of the Galactic Empire

(Ah, a better self-referential source from Xenu's dark side. The same as 4)

NASA (Hive)

23rd level Command Center

Xenu's Black Pyramid

Los Angeles

CA-0418

United States of America

Please note:

That's a post-scrubbed archive and nearly 600+ posts, but the included articles are clear and factual.

New slogan for NASA: "Enemy of the Sun"

Has NASA really been reduced to climate change denial? The space agency has now joined a new scientific battle as the new administrator for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration has made her career out of advancing the idea that a climate change is occurring. She has tried to force a skeptical administration to acknowledge and act on it, which caused a clash with the new boss.

Gizmodo is reporting that the administrator, Kathleen Hartnett White, also wants to sell NASA to the oil industry as a propaganda arm for global warming and she wants to help control the US climate change research. A memo from Hartnett White came to light after the acting administrator of NOAA, Susan Briggs, warned that White wants to take NOAA and use it to discredit climate change science.

That is "important to know" is one of two reasons that NASA (Hive) "purged" a NASA site (as close to another one they had that is not another one by NASA) of a special link. Once the people of a civilized society know that they are the enemy, they won't forget or forgive. The owners of the site were told about the purge in a message from a "host." A few have apparently figured out that they are now enemies of the state and have pulled the plug on their Hive entirely. We know of others who decided to go to a site by other authors and forums to continue the research and community building