Adventures in writing.

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I have been listening to too much HP Lovecraft.
I found myself with an atlas, plotting out exactly where Innsmouth and Arkham were on the map of Massachusetts.

And then I found myself, on a gorgeous fall morning in the Lower Miskatonic Valley, helping Corin and Cian open a tea shop in Arkham.

Or as Corin growled, "Have you finally gone senile, elf? We're fighting evil from a tea shop? Not even a tea shop but a Tea Shoppe." He pronounced the extra p and e with scorn.

And there was gay merman sex... This frightens me.

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What should frighten you more is that I'm leaning to titling it "There's a Shoggoth at the bottm of my tea-cup." (Whistles a few bars of "theres a fairy at the bottom of my teacup," with revised lyrics.)

Rest assured Corin isn't happy to be living above "Miska-Tonics, Fine Teas and Herbal Supplements Shop" either. There are drawbacks to being married to a Sidhe with a sense of humor.