I cannot abuse punctuation or alliteration enough to express my distinctively disappointed distaste and disapproval of this dishonest, dissonant, desinformative, destructive, disastrous, disgusting [lacking childfriendly four letter noun starting with “di” here] – so diss him without discussion, dismember him, destroy his disguise and dismiss him!!!
Alison, if you want to Cio to listen to you, try at least humoring her reminiscence of grandeur for a minute. It’s not like your life is the only one worth talking about here!
Anyway, since Nyave wasn’t part of your schedule, I guess she might have a routine opposite yours, learning from Cio in the morning and White Chain in the afternoon? Presumably with a lot less romantic intimacy and mortal danger, respectively.
I fear Cio is being rash. Alison has six sevens of universes singing in her forehead. If anyone would feel a coming evil that none other can foresee, it would be her. Though, I would think the severity might range from life and matter ceaseing to coexist, to one person in every universe simultaneously stubbing a toe.
I think you over estimate how many of the gods were cruel enough to give it’s inhabitants easily stubbable toes when singing their universe into being.
I heard from a madman in a distant world that when the demiurges still were thousands in their number, one of them prided himself with heving the key to a worldbuilt by an evil god; composed only of toe inhabitants and stubbers for them to hit. Of course it was a world far from throne, purged long ago, so the land could be given some use; the madman told me that some of the elders still pass on the legacy of the poor stubbing souls that once lived there, as a cautionary tale.
Klatuth Magick Sting Summons Worlds Of Beyond, The Seventh.
Ah, then now we stand once more on the edge of the somnolent times. We’ve had our water, and now let us make our way back onto the road, back into the desert.
Seven Ultimates there be…
Divided the Universes see.
What do DemiUrges crave ?
Having slain all, gained all,
Power’s slave ?
Where to go from this pinnacle ?
Think you the Seven Pact is stable ?
Consider their Totems.
Arrange effigies of the Powers,
Balancing Precarious as leaning Towers.
Six posed ‘gainst one Titanic Lord of Havoc.
Said pact undermined by One.
Will and dreams his meat and drink.
Seducer of flesh, Seducer of mind,
Destruction the goal he divines.
The Once Conquering King
gasped To Allison – a Geas.
The meaning of this dark legacy,
This Inheritor has yet to seize.
Zoss , imposed the quest,
then takes his rest.
One to confide yet not to guide.
One Other tis said left the Throne.
Once feared, now obscure.
Past leader of legions, present noodle tester.
Is the path to be found with one of Mendicant ways ?
11 Metal Teacup Breaking the Sternums of the Corrupt
Oh well, ain’t that just what you need when you’re in the shit.
If Giant Punk Ally takes over again Cio will be playing subby.
Him!!! As part of her daily routine???
I cannot abuse punctuation or alliteration enough to express my distinctively disappointed distaste and disapproval of this dishonest, dissonant, desinformative, destructive, disastrous, disgusting [lacking childfriendly four letter noun starting with “di” here] – so diss him without discussion, dismember him, destroy his disguise and dismiss him!!!
I offer to you the word “dirt”.
The goblin god of false gainz
Reach Heaven Through Comprehensive Management Of Risk Portfolios
Reach Heaven, Short It. It will soon fall.
…If Incubus turns out to be Allison’s therapist of sorts, I’m going to laugh and enjoy it.
And when you touch them, those scars still hurt…
.SUCH DISDAIN IN THE MIRROR_
.ARE WE NOT WORTHY OF OUR OWN LOVE_
.DOESN’T THIS AFFECT OUR PERFORMANCE_
Oh hey, it’s that asshole.
Why am I not surprised.
(Not surprised that Cio wouldn’t listen, either. I wouldn’t expect a devil to be good at dealing with complicated human stuff)
Ohhh nooooooooo
Jeez Cio is a prick! It’s always fun to see Incubus though.
So we meet again, Evil David Bowie.
Alison, if you want to Cio to listen to you, try at least humoring her reminiscence of grandeur for a minute. It’s not like your life is the only one worth talking about here!
Anyway, since Nyave wasn’t part of your schedule, I guess she might have a routine opposite yours, learning from Cio in the morning and White Chain in the afternoon? Presumably with a lot less romantic intimacy and mortal danger, respectively.
Frame 1: Odd that devils need breasts but don’t need nipples.
Those are venom glands.
Hrmm… I was wondering the same thing. Reckon it’s so they can tell the male demons from the females, without having to lift up their tail?
She has them. They’re just pointing outwards.
I always thought she had a kind of human-shaped carapice.
I fear Cio is being rash. Alison has six sevens of universes singing in her forehead. If anyone would feel a coming evil that none other can foresee, it would be her. Though, I would think the severity might range from life and matter ceaseing to coexist, to one person in every universe simultaneously stubbing a toe.
I think you over estimate how many of the gods were cruel enough to give it’s inhabitants easily stubbable toes when singing their universe into being.
I heard from a madman in a distant world that when the demiurges still were thousands in their number, one of them prided himself with heving the key to a worldbuilt by an evil god; composed only of toe inhabitants and stubbers for them to hit. Of course it was a world far from throne, purged long ago, so the land could be given some use; the madman told me that some of the elders still pass on the legacy of the poor stubbing souls that once lived there, as a cautionary tale.
Jareth, the Goblin King, is back. Oh, no. Wait…
Make way for the homo superior!
Ah, then now we stand once more on the edge of the somnolent times. We’ve had our water, and now let us make our way back onto the road, back into the desert.
Oh this asshole again huh :\
Your ass needs work.
David Bowie returns!
Demon tiddies!
Oh great: forgot to put up the asshole netting over the bed.
Having lived in the wet tropics with/without such a net and having previously caught Dengue, I am roaring with laughter.
Seven Ultimates there be…
Divided the Universes see.
What do DemiUrges crave ?
Having slain all, gained all,
Power’s slave ?
Where to go from this pinnacle ?
Think you the Seven Pact is stable ?
Consider their Totems.
Arrange effigies of the Powers,
Balancing Precarious as leaning Towers.
Six posed ‘gainst one Titanic Lord of Havoc.
Said pact undermined by One.
Will and dreams his meat and drink.
Seducer of flesh, Seducer of mind,
Destruction the goal he divines.
The Once Conquering King
gasped To Allison – a Geas.
The meaning of this dark legacy,
This Inheritor has yet to seize.
Zoss , imposed the quest,
then takes his rest.
One to confide yet not to guide.
One Other tis said left the Throne.
Once feared, now obscure.
Past leader of legions, present noodle tester.
Is the path to be found with one of Mendicant ways ?
Ai! Apparition, present thee not! Foul bastardish fuckery be gone, gone with ye!
Demons aren’t the “thinking” type, I see… this will make Alison’s task much easier.
#TeamCio