Today I have selected a little thing I did a while back to share with everyone, Cats of Ulthar a horror story by H. P. Lovecraft. It might look a little weird because I adapted it from an accordion book format, but I think I did a decent job of adapting it.

And also, remember my last mega? Well, I did manage to finish the book, so I’m putting it here for you to download. I made a version for reading digitally, but the main purpose would be for printing, that’s why I stuck with A4 size. I can try to make instructions on how to make the printed pages into a neat book in the future if anyone wants it.

Well, if anyone has any suggestions on other short stories, specially horror stories, I’d love to make them into illustrated books, I love doing this and it’s super fun for me, so I’d like to keep going.

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Cats of Ulthar

The Raven


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  • Sodium_nitride@lemmygrad.ml
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    8 months ago

    After some introspection, I think I and many other people gravitate towards murderers in fiction because we feel helpless and drowned in shame in our personal lives. Seeing someone on a screen exercise the ultimate agency over another person’s existence (taking it away entirely) without feeling a hint of shame, there’s something cathartic about it. Same kinda deal with when I used to love reading trans comics and shit.

    But now I don’t, cause I’m transitioning and not living upto any standards in any of the shit I read, which makes me feel really jealous.

    Does this imply that if I become a murderer, I will stop admiring fictional murderers because I will feel I don’t live up to their hype, charm and gravitas?

    Uh, maybe I’m getting carried away.