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Oh my god i need someone to draw him fainting and just absolutely eating the dirt in front of Nyarlathotep or something
And Hannibal walks in like a final boss
Fun fact the term “transvestite” was first coined the same year as Herbert West killing a guy (1910)
Yes, I looked it up to be historically accurate on writing Herbert West as trans in a fan fic about the short story.
Of my colleague Herbert West, my friend from University to the present, I speak of with both terror and fascination. I wrote in my previous journal my experiences with him, a year after his disappearance, in 1922. Later that same year, my parents both died unexpectedly. I was about to leave Massachusetts for my home state of Illinois. Instead, Herbert West came through the front door of our Boston home like nothing happened. I fell to him like a saint touched by God, and he accepted me again as his inthralled assistant. His stronger will held me at Massachusetts, and I cancelled my move to Illinois. He was ripped apart on that night in 1921, but he was obviously reanimated. He refused to speak about what happened, but he had scars on his body that almost healed entirely from his death. Now, we’re both going to that frozen hellscape that we call Antarctica.
— The Insane and the Ignorant, Chapter 1 part 1, The Icy Lunacy of Dr. Herbert West
A fanfic I’ll try to finish by the end of the month.
Seeing that their lifetimes overlap 45 years and that they were born only two years apart I think it would've not only been possible but also hilarious if J.R.R. Tolkien and H.P. Lovecraft had met one day and discussed writing, coming eventually to the topic of – drumroll please – Felis catus. The common cat.
Because both men had vastly different ideas of what a cat was while both completely missing the point of what a cat actually is.
Alright theres only so many times we can do a story where a man contemplates suicide because he discovered his distant ancestor was the result of micegenation with an eldritch horror