I’m not even joking- has anyone ever done lovecraftian eldritch abominations that, like, go out of their way to avoid bothering humans?
Because if you want to run with the “we’re like ants to them” metaphor, most people who aren’t total assholes are making, like, an active choice not to stomp on anthills or squash random bugs. They step over or around. And it’s not the bog-standard indifference of the genre, there’s an active thought process of “You’re not bothering me so I won’t bother you.”
I want a story about people exploring an eldritch horror-city like Ryleh, and eventually it turns out that all the bizarre psychological torture and warping environs and all that are an elder god’s equivalent of trying to shoo out a fly or a spider without killing it.
I want a story about how the empathy of an elder god is just as dangerous as it’s wrath.
You know, shoggoths are canonly beings bred to be slaves, who became intelligent and rebelled against the Elder Things that treated them like animals. Even when they were made aware that the shoggoths now had independent minds, the Elder Things continued to force them to labor under them. The shoggoths exterminated the Elder Things after they failed to gain their freedom.
And yet I have never once seen them portrayed sympathetically. They're even one of the few Cthulhu Mythos beings canonly capable of taking on a completely human appearance, if their alien features were an issue. They're even intimated to be the ancestors of all life on Earth.
Also, they canonly fought Cthulhu himself, and all his children.
We could have a little more appreciation for them than depicting them as disgusting mindless cannon fodder, is all I'm saying.