That is one interpretation. Some monks would interpret it is actually a “we”, for hashtags are four Is laid together. It is folly to ask them to elaborate further, for none would have the same explanation for why it is such, and thus all discussion on the subject descends to wanton slaughter and brutality.
This may be my favorite page yet…? This page, more than any other so far, tells the most about who Alison actually is, rather than who was or tried to be.
Definitely, this one’s made me anxious to know more about who Allison /will be/, rather than what she just tells herself that she is. The Allison-sovereign, not Allison-that-still-thinks-she’s a loser.
The Allison that is eating away at her own normalcy, that’s corrupting or changing her into someone different, while still being recognizably herself. The Allison that can find inner strength from something so mundane as putting on lipstick, because that’s probably one thing that’s not changing anytime soon.
Here she comes, revealing herself, our True King Alisson !
May her Key lead her to rulership, may she reach heaven through lies !
May she reign upon us, wicked souls, ‘cuz she is the True King !
Geez, Alison. You ge all the points for bravery, but falling back and thinking things through, as Cio suggests, might be the right course of action, you know. You could…
…Nah. On second thought, you two are alone in the Multiverse: no friends, no allies, nothing to work with. May as well charge head first into it.
Wielder of names indeed! look at those ALISON defines and binds herself with: Idiot, loser, hungover, scared. Watch how her power grows as she sheds them!
Little heiress, do you truly believe you can take the empress on without being skilled in the ways of combat first? Even the most blood thirsty of all inheritors would not blame you if you decided to level grind for a few years before making a move on beings of such level.
To be totally honest, though, Mottom is one of the seven surviving god-kings from the great war. She has had untold eons to hone her skills, and commands an entire seventh of the universe. No amount of training is going to matter; Cio’s advice seems reasonable on the surface, but isn’t really very practical.
For calming down I recommend deep cleansing breaths. They are free, always available, and effective. But if lipstick works for the heir to the cosmos then more power to her.
The always available part isn’t necessarily true, but if the air isn’t clear enough to take deep breaths it probably isn’t a good spot for makeup either.
You have heard the sad story of the soul afraid of water who, finding himself drowning, took deep breaths to calm down? He was troubled by his fears no longer.
The best part about this page? Allison is packing for this dangerous, life-threatening mission in some heavenly realm full of people who are trying to kill her, and she packs her make-up. “Well, at least I’ll die looking fabulous.” She probably thought.
Aesma slouches in her chair in heaven, slapping her head with two hands. “Doy! Why didn’t I think of that?” And then goes to rob the personal cache of Ys-Mirula, Goddess of Cosmetics and Wigs.
We all have little vices that we count off like hours on a clock; cigars, caffeine, the pleasures of flesh and a good drink. Typically, these are the excesses of weakness. However, consider that even the most alert need respite, and even the truly beautiful wear masks. When you see a small frightened child apply balm to their lips, learn to differentiate the one who does so out of vice and the one who is hardening their heart before a storm. It could save your heads.
It’s worse — as I mentioned before, her name can be parsed as AL-YIS-UN.
And Max, below: Cio may be blue rather than white, but those horns make her look suspiciously hare-like!
On pilgrimage I chanced upon a great stone rolling down a long hill. This stone had the misfortune of rolling toward a town. The stone told me it did not wish to do the town harm, and so I suggested that it should cease rolling. I say with no small pride that I convinced the stone that it COULD stop, if it chose to. That it could lie on the side of that hill forever, and never come crashing down onto the little town. The stone seemed overjoyed that such a thing should be possible.
Yet on it rolled. When I asked the stone why it continued rolling, it said thus:
“It is true that I may stop, that I may avoid doing harm to that town and myself, and avoid the pain and the grief our collision will cause. But sadly, if I were to stop, I would not be moving, and it is always the better thing to be moving than to lay still.”
The world is built of lies. We may believe them or deny them. But there are some few things greater than lies, which we feel or know, that no lie can undermine. It is these things we call truth, and when we are lucky enough to see them, we stand by the side of YISUN.
I’ve read in the Psalms and Spasms that if you look upon a hashtag sideways, it resembles an imperfect I.
That is one interpretation. Some monks would interpret it is actually a “we”, for hashtags are four Is laid together. It is folly to ask them to elaborate further, for none would have the same explanation for why it is such, and thus all discussion on the subject descends to wanton slaughter and brutality.
If you look at the Wheel sideways you realise it is the tower, and that I is O and O is I.
This may be my favorite page yet…? This page, more than any other so far, tells the most about who Alison actually is, rather than who was or tried to be.
Definitely, this one’s made me anxious to know more about who Allison /will be/, rather than what she just tells herself that she is. The Allison-sovereign, not Allison-that-still-thinks-she’s a loser.
The Allison that is eating away at her own normalcy, that’s corrupting or changing her into someone different, while still being recognizably herself. The Allison that can find inner strength from something so mundane as putting on lipstick, because that’s probably one thing that’s not changing anytime soon.
True courage is being scared shitless and doing something anyway. Trite but true.
Nothing is trite when it is personal.
Here she comes, revealing herself, our True King Alisson !
May her Key lead her to rulership, may she reach heaven through lies !
May she reign upon us, wicked souls, ‘cuz she is the True King !
Putting on lipstick fills you with determination.
being filled with Determination, fills you with Determination!
Being able to perfectly apply your make-up, while suffering a demon-liquor hangover and facing likely doom, fills you with Determination.
Geez, Alison. You ge all the points for bravery, but falling back and thinking things through, as Cio suggests, might be the right course of action, you know. You could…
…Nah. On second thought, you two are alone in the Multiverse: no friends, no allies, nothing to work with. May as well charge head first into it.
…A FINE MASK YOU HAVE THERE, WIELDER OF NAMES. BINDS YOU. GIVES YOU SHAPE.
MAKES YOU STRONG.
Wielder of names indeed! look at those ALISON defines and binds herself with: Idiot, loser, hungover, scared. Watch how her power grows as she sheds them!
DEATH RIDES THE MAGUS GATES, WITH BLOND HAIR AND BOOTY SHORTS
DRESSED FOR WAR IN A T-SHIRT AND JACKET
ARMIES TREMBLE BEFORE HER INSECURITY
Little heiress, do you truly believe you can take the empress on without being skilled in the ways of combat first? Even the most blood thirsty of all inheritors would not blame you if you decided to level grind for a few years before making a move on beings of such level.
To be totally honest, though, Mottom is one of the seven surviving god-kings from the great war. She has had untold eons to hone her skills, and commands an entire seventh of the universe. No amount of training is going to matter; Cio’s advice seems reasonable on the surface, but isn’t really very practical.
It helps that she’s carrying all YISUN’s names around in her forehead.
Lipstick helps me too.
The Terrible Blade of Want, Atru #7 lipstick of the Rising King collection: Suffer No Pretenders To The Throne.
Exhausted in stores… well, of every universe.
For calming down I recommend deep cleansing breaths. They are free, always available, and effective. But if lipstick works for the heir to the cosmos then more power to her.
The always available part isn’t necessarily true, but if the air isn’t clear enough to take deep breaths it probably isn’t a good spot for makeup either.
You have heard the sad story of the soul afraid of water who, finding himself drowning, took deep breaths to calm down? He was troubled by his fears no longer.
The best part about this page? Allison is packing for this dangerous, life-threatening mission in some heavenly realm full of people who are trying to kill her, and she packs her make-up. “Well, at least I’ll die looking fabulous.” She probably thought.
And so is it observed and solidified.
We stand appropriately dazzled.
Aesma slouches in her chair in heaven, slapping her head with two hands. “Doy! Why didn’t I think of that?” And then goes to rob the personal cache of Ys-Mirula, Goddess of Cosmetics and Wigs.
We all have little vices that we count off like hours on a clock; cigars, caffeine, the pleasures of flesh and a good drink. Typically, these are the excesses of weakness. However, consider that even the most alert need respite, and even the truly beautiful wear masks. When you see a small frightened child apply balm to their lips, learn to differentiate the one who does so out of vice and the one who is hardening their heart before a storm. It could save your heads.
Lips on fleek. Eyebrows on fleek. World searing radiance on fleek.
That was one of the most beautiful three sentences I’ve ever seen
In this moment, finally, she has truly become the Heir.
Heir to the cosmos or heir to the Cosmo(politan), sorority sister?
On her first day, Alice-Un outdrank, then bound a devil. On her second day, she goes to face Mottom. Nothing good will come of it.
I believe you may have just hit why Zoss called her “Alice.” Woah.
It’s worse — as I mentioned before, her name can be parsed as AL-YIS-UN.
And Max, below: Cio may be blue rather than white, but those horns make her look suspiciously hare-like!
It’s a good thing the heir here is not following a white hare or she might be lucky if she only escaped her pursuers by the width of a hair.
Cio is being to harsh with herself, i call friend everybody that doesn’t try to kill me on sight.
What else are friends for?
But I thought friends were supposed to try to kill you… all mine do.
Stay Determined, Alison!
Cigarette holders are cool and all, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss Cio’s cigar.
I didn’t even realize until you mentioned it, but same
Cio’s facial expressions kill me.
She looks so exasperated in the fourth panel, it’s great.
Perhaps now, little devil, you will understand the reason that the Key of Kings was entrusted to Alison, rather than her mansome acquaintance.
while not essential to victory, a flourish can be inspiring
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STOP FUSSING AND GET UP THERE ALREADY!
On pilgrimage I chanced upon a great stone rolling down a long hill. This stone had the misfortune of rolling toward a town. The stone told me it did not wish to do the town harm, and so I suggested that it should cease rolling. I say with no small pride that I convinced the stone that it COULD stop, if it chose to. That it could lie on the side of that hill forever, and never come crashing down onto the little town. The stone seemed overjoyed that such a thing should be possible.
Yet on it rolled. When I asked the stone why it continued rolling, it said thus:
“It is true that I may stop, that I may avoid doing harm to that town and myself, and avoid the pain and the grief our collision will cause. But sadly, if I were to stop, I would not be moving, and it is always the better thing to be moving than to lay still.”
The world is built of lies. We may believe them or deny them. But there are some few things greater than lies, which we feel or know, that no lie can undermine. It is these things we call truth, and when we are lucky enough to see them, we stand by the side of YISUN.
Such beautiful heresy.