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ChildrenOfChaos

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Our friend Jimmy-Two-Tails vanished into unnamed territories in 2015 following the disappointment of his less than brilliant political career. He's now resurfaced with a young son in tow. When asked who the mother is, or where, for that matter, Jimmy looks vacant, or distracted, or like he's gone suddenly deaf.
Last night he took himself and his love-child to visit Old Mother Chaos, to introduce the kid to her and her latest brood, and to discuss with the old girl the ins and outs of parenthood, single or otherwise. Bubbles went along for the ride and also to see if she could grasp the underlying principles of a practice that, frankly, is all Greek to her and her kin since Shoggoths don't reproduce; if they feel they are short of a few bulks they simply divide like amoebas and Bob is your uncle! When they no longer need the extra discrete protoplasm they reabsorb it collectively.
The visitation went splendidly. Jimmy and the First Mother had a jolly good bitch about irresponsible significant others (that is, Jimmy had; the grand old lady never had a mate -nor did she ever need one, for as well as self-begotten she is self-sufficient in the begetting department- but she is terribly empathic and polite to a fault, so she listened and nodded and tut-tutted in all the right places), the baby was duly impressed by his father's oratory skills, the young Chaossettes were vastly amused by Jimmy's vibrant and lavish terms of abuse and Bubbles had a ball, flirting something chronic with all and sundry, an activity she has discovered recently to have a natural talent for.
Rum thing about the Peripheral Grids: they seem to contain more single fathers than you can shake a stick at. Or it might be that the ratio of hard-nosed females to weak-willed males is disproportionately high, who knows. By the way, Jimmy's baby is called Maloof. Jimmy wanted to call him something Russian, to offset this unending Russo-phobic hysteria, but in the end he went in for an Arabic flavour in the off-chance that it might vex Donald the Orange Canard.

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 ╰☆☆June☆☆╮
╰☆☆June☆☆╮ club
Thank you for sharing your exceptional creation with us,
here in ✴ Digital Dreams ✴
7 years ago.
dolores666 club has replied to ╰☆☆June☆☆╮ club
Thanks June.
7 years ago.
 Dutt Changgle
Dutt Changgle
Not sure what I'd do if a Shoggoth flirted with me......
7 years ago.
dolores666 club has replied to Dutt Changgle
Why, you'd just flirt back, of course! It's all a bit of meaningless, harmless fun, not as if they'll expect you to marry them or sommick, iinit!☺☺☺
7 years ago.

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