My favorite thing is how modern cosmic horror/Lovecraft-adjacent fiction is like, all incredibly queer.
Welcome to Night Vale, Fallen London, Archive 81, Madoka Magica, etc...
It seems like you can't ponder the possibility that we are specks among an infinitely larger, cold, uncaring cosmic community, until you get some cute girls to kiss first.
I just find it so hilarious because Lovecraft himself was The Worst Person™ and would have probably passed out at the fact that *we* are his most intimately engaged surviving fanbase.
@V also the Insmouth Legacy by Ruthanna Emrys! A wonderful inversion.
@V jelly! :D