Yes, nothing better than great squiddy deities and dark carnal rites to get one in the Christmas spirit... but it's the only thing this week that's managed to keep me concentrating on work.
Yes, nothing better than great squiddy deities and dark carnal rites to get one in the Christmas spirit... but it's the only thing this week that's managed to keep me concentrating on work.

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Date: 2006-12-22 06:00 pm (UTC)"Rising up from the foam, come from my mother's home,
My mother's kin have come to save me!
"Now that the stars are right, rising up in their might,
Come from the North, West, East and South,
Look what you made me do---Dagon has come for YOU!
Couldn't you tell that I'm from Innsmouth?"
And Lord Voldemort would be LETTING GO OF THE LITTLE GIRL, like right NOW---and backing away, smiling like a whipped dog and making nice as hard as he could: "Er---hi there! Nice day, isn't it, Dagon---sir---my lord? I...wasn't going...to...hurt the little girl!" Meanwhile, Dagon is staring down at him with a Joan-Crawford-at-Christina glare on his face.
Of course, Umbridge has the Look too---and it's more advanced! I did read a story once where she was reflecting on how hard it was to NOT take to the water.
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Date: 2006-12-22 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-22 06:30 pm (UTC)I may just write the "Luna's from Innsmouth---sucks to be YOU, Voldie!" story some time. I've already written a lot of HP fic under my nom-de-fanfic of "Technomad," including a full-length HP-LOTR crossover.
But even a very minor Old One, like Dagon, could stomp on Voldie like he was a grape.