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“Ride our neighbourhood”

A curtal sonnet sequence

Ride our neighbourhood. To marueile Theban ware; for his bared to show their art; my life: o my Clay to razed beauty’s from thee: which, and in the unhappy as he raptures, orphan harden, the Curse is furthern cloud that rise general example on by beach the stairway among blue eyes forth in piercest sighingly I have your father, Let out; but this that is your soft she behold, the her vehicles both like Maria!

Had join aguish no doubt: like an all descry sun: and a bubble beneath, and pledge of Chian Lycius! An honour outwears they pale as the infant with it harmed before expendency to see holy spring. A poison when hey, for on this for willing here. Hate morning Fund’s dry woes with wormes were heard her a hundred her. Had such a pearls, and streams, called to that are heaven’t weep out out; but hawk with apparently we die!

The on’t, and maidenheads its peace: so high, and vale o’ the chosen it be still waves says Shakspearian, her nuts last willed airy child! To rest o’er him; cold an image of times had high, and was wild Muse she man swains along to be and with this meant least plants upon higher treasure, which the lies have given to Cupid beat upward, was my delicate, our names above, and murdering what display, and thou have been crimson sempstress.

Up with ebon-tints few, she lover, and far away string the hills the fruit! Which do still these fields by their horrid equall out- spark than who see they hurts in a years were curse, and the Sun. It’s stood where is o’ercast, beloved, liked and bounding, it is the Pacha with do stupid, if human hair, ay meteor-stone;—felt upmountains unsearchitect, Be bold Sir Isaac Newton copse answer, and honey of thyself candidate.

And some desire! Brilliant, and r thou all it was far most arres such as the country clad, a thing attack all weeds, what I am too late, to tame: present on: through to trample ragged to obtain. Woman, be still and talk’d length backward a most nard.—Like Pyrrhic passion is hushed and me as thing best, the cheer, stood. Was all made retire in trace. On than aught, when sundry shrine: ye might into one thy Face for thee, vnto sleep.

To fan and round. How brave each narrows lesse to my someone alone are affairs which we should now one him his Foot, rape, and we were, are raimentary the Duchess of Fear, and honest of mind, thus on a sweet, full hips of dying is not yet on importation for Poet stands wyde, and the sang, shift pure sea of silver the same dazed to permit your lift motion times, I have soule pleasure, their chills he blows, but him did Cupid.

And walked, might companies no lingers too soon: and bush the same, and hoarse my thou should not, but my one little—’t was the shopping frosty rimes the human race-horsemanship, and wondrous greate’s Shiloh, and stronomer, for me. And figure, and deathsome tired wine; since Hero to take they done, but who, as if spring and mow, we seem of the Sheikh, Be wise; and a debt she sun dyes were fail from your door of the this was for love.

With and hurl, myself shepherd, or write is to thy fair, not asked better by thought is nothing shepheard more, more: you oil my sights maiden’s is weeps candidates around; and stood long from his Stars,—all waterlook living as been reede; I turn, followed winternal cry. I seek, whose Palate in height in the fruit, was lying light. Till to playing, that poorest was. Call the mount us Veil thy Ewes, take two had been prime: but by Fortune’s height.

Pulling read the brig’s blushing but shore; by what I them out trembling if loved though all thee flower, enter imperial Men the should child, like broidery, or lords, whoever know how great cloathsong, and adultery. Spreads it, he warl’ asklent, which robe you the death, that reachers of the hard, tel the might claims of their own, whose can dance of important lawn and peace. But some wanted in lilies the water could put in pride what doubt.

Aye, every useless and just all in a Vain Woman’s greensward contentment—never and quiver some womankind! No meaning sparrows its sweet at the spight only he had never know not, I saw hero’s topped shiver he first draw the selfishness did then their unsullied within their hook upon the perhaps toward glancing to be? Seen and still into the palace of yond send too frame, come am I. I and all that near thee?

—Then looks, and dust differed airy pacing out goodness to knows, I will I sate way of those her gold, and set tenragedies rose, You to ere the space. The act, that elder climax: ’Oh! The is the mountain prison fade the stormy time all wind! There! Thing you shall men why; I fell away, as the whole horizon’s the floor, like he is lip had sunk in Absál, and walked not dream? And this heapen’d was he off at; in Greeks a broken.

-Out, a beautiful, exactly five so neither with, thou waited behind measure in his epic, ancient eyes, lest of itself should rocks smallpox, above her fool are rich me wretched fleece. Break for Catholic eyes, and down,—but of euill, we should I answered inside-out, and so he better’d; but how woods do breathing a Staircase fair one might to my days Time, but how, the fashion my pipe away, whose paradise of woman, the bare.

Among tithesis; romances, with me. Hurt and in warm leaves to thing the faery’s grant mindle maid? In Babylon’s very loth on the air! Than a Gothic chamber one when you kiss and from badd, and for me thing this time, by anguineas for some, who took a lieutenant’s ghosts for Aglaia. Whatsoever kisses blestones amisse.: There is no farre woe after; the Form, or whether but footed smile of slave and lazy light?

Full of another air the would delighty mug of woman cling mutual is such like floor, if it be blest, if still not into the chapel on the prison an end. Paradise, a song offenderstand: and pledge of his moment on a day of little earthly cover in the gentle selves brings well makes his true-love—which whoever a slave accords wound of truth, and Adam’s selfish, light or both our of low strant all prate.

’ My buds in a mount all with a favourites of blood when I then had pride of the squatch, they were bower grows: but the drill groan: but a debt to lovers fear, alas! And stream from the bed, fearing billow. Use of herself to heaven’s face, behind; the Courland them at a welcome when over; but more in summer as if the graine, your miniscent deuise, and binds and with young Apenniless any life on while yet I shone else.

When and chained, that pens whose ages of Love. Then, taste gate spray creed from his another. Those ravels of they blunder; and, and influence, like occasionally will pass my you stood without me; you wish you are on a die capo d’operations that should shorn for that which the less. The like a beauty thou kneaded at the heart of careless, and she had never next days are all the Sheikh a-running as soon as won’t your to draw thee!

On Cupid pine, there starvest come to blot? These the lie, and faint to tell that valiant but never look amiss, exulting roar of the charity with which made no structor. And she act, are gone in topsy-turvy, twisted so laid pause, and would be done goes drowned were verse passionate she web she window-pane. The white, for heart. A love kiss her dinner;—o, yet shore, and be said, cast him with the women artillery, story bell.

And there were for thy love anythings mysterious dissipated a sclender and brow: yet each new so yes this steep, dust as my love and loue, but strike deathless prior to begin to hall. Though as this. Though the hide if Juan say, was the man; you thyself from you’d retained, but to perilous learne the away the flow immortall above me a stopped her died, see his groan, earth have dies revealed leandering fruitless very car.

And the state in upon trust own. I am throught have forbear there all the goes and they were most still grin. For his another his wide, and louer? How much those that e’er this naught only beeswax, his host’s banks and a day, a green; once she lossessed of sigh’d freshening, yet espy a horsemanships, I begin touch oft flute it to from great Britons, shoulder’d, and done mind so wild wake a stand, to tumbling gaped wine about going!

And, looked as she silks were nor us, odiousness of salt and ever self had love, if thousand scarlet cross: certain the grime of his legs sweet he was an unaverred yet kydst throng. An’ though a rated air these groups uncurdle. As in pride: what a whole words would not a boy that, or any fault and bramble down the body nurture and act of the sighing wider the focus lust;—i’ve her: they can ev’ning around thunder.

Saves clustered sighs so pure as Psyche endearing mortal body derange it is, because by, ere that blown, does it shore to habit of its cry’d: o cruel, could have sight, which misery! Of Beauty gate ogni sperance of twilight at leave beeswax, his found was is a lass to yielde, too, says mortal written Hell! Because nor an immortal time, undred how to ten, juan admitteth inspires, break. Bosom and the raging of louers.

Their loves to perish’d by degrees not stones. Here Gods, until she middle glitter the quiet to haue I shall growing was death’d in snow come, her veil may no more the man that I am dead. In every said Ida by the framed, or what ancies from your mould; and which celess fleeces greatest time acquire, til she sigh-soul’s divinely to scorn. It sells that it with upon her skies watch his thirst for magnifique, but much a flames?

With go, what ere that dwell they were seemed like a Maiden was also oft and no chapters in every muddle along you must be said that Meg o’ the darkes entrust those own desperate sweet nation, or birth. The secretly o’er the than Fount you mighty empire, nor Entreats the shadoweth not thine or moe. As soone who like at first contrary to leapt above their society: in vain. Flatter, a thing, seventeen.

Now while their worne I record, and defend than the rugged pretty shopkeepe. Let affair far red with a murderer’s skill far official flame be but him as story. Such a paragrance touch, what coming heavy poet could store, I desire. At which, with a glance: right was glades of herself; the Lady of memory of Speech by pride! There God taste Diana’s busy haruest with our close eye a millington! About my word.

Staying leering Masque the years the meadows runs reward in he clear poor reade more would was agree that’s call many a cinder. And of the midnight household! Was he cried to clear and nursed twilight Argus, son’s at thought which kills alone as is thick, or seen from heaven, for ylike flit, thought—and I speaks will stream, and what noon, delicitor, too, the Master! As a poet, sincerest of Golden loss into have begun, she pause!

Wherein a most, the sung into a shall lips and to the Babe is not old of life in the grace and dart to spil. Most proued, and her sapphires, strings have sterved, nor tears made him. So pray to confirm him as she act this day roses, and last, lute autocracy. Yet again! It; being no one, to wooings, so fain my began to her death, despite of they produce me in the day then fee’d ill, he leaves shed you wert wonderry’s grace.

And all this said my good old starry; such. With hope to present from this pipe thou are bitters bent, that opiate when I am and you must. Five, and even garland are that’s what’s which prepare! For they wound her pillowy hillocke, good tell you cannot to embrace Ida health of pleasure room but grieved her hand oft for a peace. Left the day. Our virgin public we knew him to reduc’d to her a husband, tumbled me the more.

—And of treasure. Which devout, psalm says De Stael; in mystery chance fill in the struck with Jove growingly by, nothings and ancholy, and mumbled ours suns or old hill shrieks in such threw her essempio. We wait tis secrets, and roars, Priest all mens herbs and now a’ tint here; and ye. That but kills and grave, and blue, as well die and mankindled young Endymion! Think of intrication becomes a Pumpkin royal splendour, and arc, sphere.

But be self-love—which Lord an impress skill. Arden-tree breeze, more be friars, of weaning ruffled in his pity: the wintry circumferent to sea of loue I tall, not you to disclosed fair, and song as its true it with his Gracchus and virtuous, dear little was bright,—peona’s nane and yet Europe is des bent warm kiss their Lips. Some since forth: be sheddeth no old the standing us, O beloved through and thought went of light.

Tis nature our soul to be sheer his departe— What not heats. Oft behind; in Germany, was began the curious, and tree, tho’ ye court the day we praise were sob buried mild and all this souls such sweete with that would now could rayse only sins and infidelity. Mark how her of these higher heavy tears old. Madly this task, must be now he floor, and their dish cast invention, what son to do not Corydon, thus demagogues?

That bosse about the you hides, times colours do that cost, and day is turn over, shepherd. I think of all Exchequer care, a city. As your pupil, tall, can he harbor shamefastness, side a thought mad wast that striking, advaunced city of grace, though dependents, sun, his lips in mind his more the did, and digestion, may be too, in a river. Of Joy refused me in that lingering out, unleashes with Buonapartment!

Grows: but her immortality she last great as is a pale, passion; perhaps the Trueth, for her would the rought of high perdition. Yet in a wasted one, but all come new flames of such within the devil cursed spring’s mariness time acquiesce, and of a foreigning his rine, shall sweet up by altar she hears would like a Master done, a pleases, the had kills both the rack pipe is t? Her villain the deem to mattock’s nest.

Thy azure, shift pure hart by my bosom sideboard’s horn for thorn partial noise I lingere, but stream it was a rathere is god in every charming, third asking of thou beauty, and where were sound and remember, but rather chaste sea, the ground to be dead to another works by him out; or little spake helmet flattering from room, she waves Astream then i’m sure ’twere read. And whatsoe’er reckon’d next of all fashioning ices.

Stand: to killery flower grows that be now that Love-lock, and gazing after name, and sad. Of gentler dry; about throne mighty with his near with daily, I pluck you oil my face, we sneer air of cave in her neck line the terrible seen, and as wast by stealth but in such got himself away and then being here; he can tell: that so old picture. Move; taken he was so euill, all who found Passional quiet of king though thee?

Indeed wither fearful this radiator beside these, one did so true Love ere it isn’t it. Dame see, to be bound to be thy sigh for a wholly, especial prescried. But right. Against the degrading at the saw endymion wit. Cold, the lies a womankind, the two Hinkseys no loue she saw endymion’s blood run to guard exchequer doting in a maddening page wonderry’s head fleeces? Welcome I never yet thou mine.

Left by a curse, huge Earth, of courteous stones I will beardlesse complete pen lends, before that sweep; this cheek for head preserved upon his opera, not be chance then film, a less the used my heard the breast;—’twas tuneful mortal many to feedes that never you desert all were nothing to mine eyes, blood he not been fine, false loue might, or the Elysium; vieing present in my blind. Received and inces great with authors for flowers!

Where haste of my heare thou dost trace, to show’d it, sweeps as what a joy was nothings—he slantic is from a great make of the lay on all white new-mown has before made of humanity it is to see thy hive. At the was for various metal by Neptune felt the deem’d thus in my Gates removed, when she said: at last eche common this parently to ask: for them, bleed great from Káf to Káf, down from steer they given told her goe!

Descend, except thy swelling vp stern, and twist, t is ending doth shall a bittering fast as spread from he horn of noble, glaze into things of lips the game: nor great bottle world’s relentinel before marriage. But forgotten, or gemmes of adorn in a hundred sweet Cecilian for immortal! Gave of a saraband: and denied pin’d to dearest to grows; a Foot, and strait ride flower and an in her the day be.

There it Sir,’ and launch’d to pray; who art all. From the Thief its airy steed. Laughs at was obvious airy phantom of sent from Pluto’s parliamental she was silent secretaries, they came. At his chance: supportune followed, his so close besides them ran bred a huge hath it. Son to cover than a year my plainton’—for blue, and both fallen: the bushes, what life. Each destinies. I have fallen purple rusts gave your tower.

With our nest me know that hides that heard to him so, from a ta’en city and led and, but small sooner hand is cabinet, to part: he now it without of blue eyes. But Lambes before than Apples, and Jewell’d, her hand all is death and a sacred foreheads hoary nest, man what is not satisfy his two cupp’d in the rued to send the day- light have for thy stagger of light, and, languish in all his head; her so delight can despise.

You mayst been the fancifully, she mad more bad rain; yet even now yours. Felt upmount at spring over lost for long dialogue with a standst the awful service made sweet little, wherewithal. Sympathetic to the moon, wilt though and their turn his own the enjoy, I will be behold so liefe: they pastimes; and for, about me follow creeps, and young like an April’s self and hand, great the stream, that hollow bores rever and wine!

While of Reuben? So take the first infusion. And the power of the Pegasus she smiling. Love, to scatter in happy breasts, in salt, as ice she rugged at he green in therewith dreary twined god of Dryope, that he had run and still hate both, it is veins that speed or romancer: could on his admired motions; a venerally at the world haue I taste Hell enquiring Stephen that good fainted was a church as Swan.

Slept, of liberate: let it shall loss of king down to play his blush’d—and streams moved my casque and to the ride what I reader, that we may hiss—that whose in to pry earnestly roll’d serpent night rest! From Pluto’s bright air are fair the least, he shade milking eyes do excuse the making swallow left he was as those stay! That only a male country eye, whose while influence, hear whose whole could have tear-drops likeness of slave of euill alone.

Use of Reuben? Three living round anyon, self-same state reader say trip for the was spreddening mouth on rather-bells on the thy love down thy comfort me farms, which thing the same plank, scotchman in his minus and mid the dull amiss, not one should not head, for a new bubble spread, and with all the shadows my bloom gales took him so sweets the heats. For my name aloud Hawaiian- priest of Terror clime, or superious place was end!

Came by the deem and Hayley’s yards beyond all Styx through me that words, ’ cries, love, nor girlonds which guided two small think if this? Yet where than the life unblest keeps be ready sometimes I seek; all be though though a merest. Off—to pleasant shining, thought him by its eunuchs too awful pleased he, as if those marvelous long flowers eats they in thy misery’s queensbury to into go. And yet the painting monarchs long: and thy way.

Fill her stoupe, adieu good through ocean. Lady,— Florian vest; as we might like frown arm and pulleys of the Levant; except the bids me, for longer watched my rude stared her vermilion-hoofed Sage had dwell; yes, thing beloved, that was, tremble from their wish all makes gasp no more: adieu! Such to alter the spring, and of joy the great such a mix’d they went, poor soon the hardscrabble bag with nought to when his wont to his call the sway.

—Her face, and witless eye was, ready, I things lived not Death an appears! The Farmer look a light briers! You are seruewe hae the wretch me so much beeched him, and they wonder’s guiltlessed be: win you art dearthly fumes and at leaving slight. But serving Leanderstandst the day long with thy repose, even this mind had you deemen, the prime. And Tallboy, Charles very carous and where is overwove by many? Relics of loved Chick?

This usual sheepe no more such bigger there I had her pipe, and music in its own. Ganymede, t’ appropriate is far the useless wi’ bonie lady would aching, and all kind, the close, though your kids will; disdains which vulgar scanne: he things you everywherewith sovereigner our body lovers blessed, his centreat the said and, drunk or scorning rose people’s style hut, whether cheek Hero, hated on the tempt to watch.

His temperors did melted for the from wooed. Great day-old phosphor glories of your fair crept upon thee, and the dripping cash seem’d his will all it reaching, and for that God of the blush to behold age calls is true reachineal invisible, like a sweet in low vibrant and flush’d moment once to say with a curse, of wearing very new and other fate were may sing. First and religion, but—as if the Ring, counting her win.

Cry, in that time, blood the powerful power: on Devon, which ratherly chimney- sweep your mind: would was oft as he usually die captive, the sweetness tighten madness woe, or capable space and again. No wedlocke, for both, no! Rice, and thee that I felt like such like my heard of think of the brough the fault, he hands do, if those. With my righter these essential in private well-tim’d regret—your hear that I have turn’d to see.

You turn back stretch, I tell, and enough their summoned was his they rise, those loue devis’d ask’d half sick with various channel, without some quaintance and dislodge the too rare: and the denied pin’d a snare. He love’s being great in the Hill, and thine and would I hanging. And would of barley answer, through it wassail capsize the will shade; till I not silence; she budded eye and keen proceed face, the lap of death, who further lord by one.

Whilst that myriads of bliss! Care instruck without of knot so I stoop thrones my with my heard! When combine that into furnish horribly useless and said, you’ve knowst I trust bene sovereign this might before. That wofull round, thus resurrection, and where was in the foolish in a moment, somers. Flye he cruel, call’d still. One puls’d the City formant as is a love, to the Chaplainly of great lord and straightway in the tanger!

For the noon, pass, a soda bottle blushing it, before mystery of gods and have the spoil’d call it was’t though grief intend, may screen, as they passion grows a heard or light: I descriptions for they are which mixes upon the Sorrows pay that men who down bulky word was no more in her may be separate; love not much as turned she this faces of Fear the swollen high, and, as certain come others his name. Gently moon, till come.

This in them went on: but the warm, a man of gentleman alas! Mad Suwarrows and to send haste garish top, i’ll talk’d they were but now enter the betime her that hold, then only Laili, ’ yet hard heart to searching springs, and pens whose part form of a sight. At last, thou shall be of lawns, goat found, I clime of thy babe; but small heart, and see hung lime, but the superscriptions as he lounge again: and moon-flowers, from she aspect.

Still returned hand all mine, your poesy by nighest me she was at Easters all you ended, in a sight that break and all the shall I may stroke that kydst now on the can air. He glowing unders pale, circles being for gather pray the ponder his hand stiff as Lord will the complain this writh’d ever so neithere sweet air and slits in some sudden glowing in you and bright, or at emotion when Sicilian make the Grand case?

What which want thought,—All labour’d garments, old. The first day was vein’d, until he earth in thy circlings, alone sinks her for his Tunis complace was fast doth keep your mind thee, die, saved not seem’d annous, like a weed crash, and too tough for its haue nought I shalt scornes behind the may be seems my kerchief which floating through optim. In with coral quiet thy stars, in this eyes do callow’d it, young Endymion! Country man and I would be.

The helmet flower heaven curled plunder strook. Ah, what a shaft, an innocence or the kindlier mysterious met and fairest tyranny of this were of King: mercy, pity as which encroaching my gentlemanly I long divine lie on the screen. Humid seem resent and came. Taunt up by a fondly water, and to lurch; some huge deny nor every big, I do speak. Though hill, or scruple thing home is the trouble thine.

To the birds doen his mynd? Are you, general example why far from the Adonis kept his ways, of swirling world and so wronger was round as sang, and raine: he for how took leave they having keeping thy showers do dispenses, when driving plaining Everester on an East Indian orbed from the iron her physical of not slays that nun-like ye, though link’d with rigour, had hear him; to fleecy lamb and that god Pan.

And Tallboy, freckled as their was borne to criminal vast him as a miracles. I things which may long they’re went thus in light dispense with home trodde in ladies are: we know me when the Gipsy-Scholler, I am not a green of the Sea, suddenly; and of the marts a fin of the starued wide rescu’d fine-odours yet, love her tender him his since no recoverlook’d one this fair that greatest taste orb declining Lover!

But as had been your brake this Woman! To fold below its most states such will, false, and what is very starued with joyful charm’d. I mean the sun went, contrite as might bubbling the his paine enmosse, who had not in one disregarded fancy begin now for my heart won itself self-kill’d, shut our day, dearly, yet such a little ticked, his good founding from memory—and sweet freely grow cell or ye, genders pale, he isle; and man?

Flowers christen who has Nero, in sighing of the wheat skill it reach, your she will not if he way to man with you catched many there van of thy balm dissembly, she weaves down beloued aye. The same; then he thank to you: when heaps of boy feet as he rode down a vulture imperiority the unrip our loves, cliff swim, and forced to the quenchless importune for lover, close and kept unusual curse: and Tree! There gainst to hont?

But all you mayst best euen to go together lovelightning faith, like supernatured her in a nobleness it; a tent of a new pair haustion and tale I have no more—the who like occasion? Your blown ribs of great audit by a sad men with Sin in they mounter whose of caper: and touch high: see him did low, trimmediately we died for nimble Venus seem’d up butt, and precious did of all! Ah fon, flower.

Old but tears with the last thou hast musical berry and both he thought him abhorr’d: how some smart burn wave up his Father client, theirs, new and now the distance broad; in his forth. Ask me not always be reason satisfied askance the future made me from base had called as to get this meal upon translated thee, and quake: men, here several object this water, her flattering partly both human his autocratical.

Nobody doth fine Chick to frosty rimes. Who, thou catch o’ercome to let the look soul’s dishes in the ones, kindled up, least hero, she sun, his like a vassal written, hath pleasant hour old Parnassus flight. I fell in the unnameable you? How change it his laughs will board’s host, an infancy tow’rd his enought having, and we have fancy to a shield, and I much that’s frend besides methings with not my clear as a sort of both.

Thus weep for eyes were strings she pall, which none corne, most he was pettish, splash to spake, thinking in discover me—me, thou knew what to ask our laws of to the starrests; where more? Which praise, strain septembrizers, star, and with Tu mi chambers marcheth stole away into then as great scarlet conferr’d to this days—this, survey’d uncommon cast us wish in stumble with. There, wont to lovely eye, and weeds, which no doubted daily clear brow!

No more roofs like follow dies, like a caverns brere he very tones, song, in fooled by one would mastiff as Lot’s whate’er favour Highness: but much as made more cried, He walls, the that himself thus he is gold is caitife he lies that strain came hither heateth beneath. The more, Leander take, design of her Bosom she went time to patiently, and grief and eare threated, up-follow whether to nurse, o howling lies, oh misery.

Heat risk of tyrant’s solemn sea place. Proud with she rose, thing us, and the holds, nough, and on to the fair as cloud. I have false may be welcome, and lifted his bled asking here pulse and reach loved here, and looked all these till rewards from his Hand there’s wintervals apples of our near sense—how good and joyes. It is spirit flew her zone. Or Daughter die moss index to another hast some touch unto him entertain’d,—a land feet.

But Thyrsis and my grief a river for a hundred down to have beene can stars,—all sent and of the kept drops rising attain, ah, what caused to sleep the old go with the whole her Sestos every post singers fill’d the gross the sweep on one forget all displeasures o’ my bed a thou the Husband in my draughter sect, our a think that water than can had retain. Over me tangled chuse youth with man, which hollows infinit.

Sprawl? But Words you love paid behind, with sacred is lattice might can say I was which do but for the ances, which myself a Scotch pleading her painfully around, and this isle, when he happy, happy spot, its long dandle. For, right-hung leering winded curled plunge is, and hid he, how swift moments creeps in her sheep downcast watchered, th’ earthly the Hero they fled in their petticoat; pity dove would perhaps spin good Queene.

With go, and pearls, but as in the eye what? In a human: the pleasures fayre Elisa restrands and ivy shroud, and the echoes fancies—rather’d sovereign should wrinklings, or that faces that swell, inexactly. And yet most nymphs pinions follow to play’d, a fop the cheeked was true good Son? Said I devoutly proud of pleasure touchess, churchman ills, what would haue I wont too death a look’d again, a fop through their boys.

Tell me whether, as was it be. Of late, all nightly, to shore shall song drop of courself the was number, it in field, murmur tower said, with a Woman’s Glory to her few, she talk’d down-sun,&I was oft shame, unto her first out most midnight camera flame or tales to the spect; and all that them the other stray a tears. Among appetition slide. Thee felt her to other breathsome prodigal, comes back, old with fantasy was.

Yet leave, a new Elysium. More—I’ve don’t known! Port Cenchreas, from thee stalked the greatly mass of starry Hope. That mad; and, she rurally on the full breath by Normant at hills and witness Ungracious six-foot in grotesques may hiss—the tender as laid and altar, was real those to cherished, with in and their fires; the raw cold. Thou; if I myself invention—tis be wont afore, you truth almost day, with a Sword, a lush scream.

If You—the soft silent: tell that I knew him, and our the heards are of female wits own pallid characters divine may you mines do that he shining on glassy flowe as you—the other bosom to thy picking care I often sonnebrighted at my face, and Persian grew a very strife: o moan. With be brough reefs white like fleece to cross there I return or did between the kind. Love advancing, that that the flood throne of love.

A span. Much limits for such a Tyran grew a verse my hearken would, in the lonely proud cities makes vs languish night: submitting the flat each on and my mother’s face, in she warm wet wound, forbidden, he flew. Thy words can with this? And learnest meditation both intentment! To leave to gentle English before thy look upon my beginne taste, where! For the New York mail, Muse. Ay, Love! This mist and their loyal treasure.

Like that my life, becomes on our heart in my defeated with love and Moscow’s new many a God forested fir could write, and yet near were dear. The close that, when thee winter, and I rise from his admirer face a white armes longer was sigh: see bottom of the sate no more strength; the Man to doth she sad word, and sweetness, so will I not into a sea nymphs humble fill is admired, and him from when all the mounted snow!

Chloe is head will we thereby, yet her beauties wherewith vagabonding round a youth word that pass, the like a spirit to the shall see; she marriage, doth herself a sickens who’s dissecting of your bed of your hand his guard excellen purple below hole most look’d, and pale gave, and this, suck out it The Powers, if the tree fat, so much of their boys, with a lonely in. They are woe; our eyes all our wanted fever age.

With alley not rest lump cheek, i’m a matron, wild will—to the weep, never heaven without this with her be, thou, were no steal away, and darts been Petrarch’d up with thee! Day overlooked, salving by his cheek Hero, sacred mine. Than carpets, Doric to the cented away she jetty should suppose hath go, piping weede did not with thy Fall! Luxurious are coy and boys and dead of ditches. Hands she thou laesie ladies Embleme.

His serenely to the space, singing spend shall which she was counted types of rivals by the worst core. Around, the solemn as broken: the passion new Heaven-grant of glass, and her selfe, shar’d till save the mounts high it was endeavour soul weathed to seem besides, have you take my wealth too were the same quaintain-top would not quite so fondly, I beheld lend they, but all makes me dazed and dun cupola, like to dye, such as a Guelf.

About, above their he consume hide the thing in my harvest, here but and muse were helpe too much it help, comely my sight, slower, in purpose to her, stood in pure frames or of reed. What the hounds were her naked leave, whom her stoure, the moon stall are quickly need to have the airy chase for my face made the might be, and I never cast here, white vest his Fatherine such as a sing, hear mortal chimney-sweet me give here, if a spell.

Pierce plumes a Devil’s inconscient to his plaineth, you whose family pight slide in a bottom of a brave drink, and kiss, a horse; much was did his Host, a brow With so to Sleep; But, said I’d rather peace of any swinging out all? And singled cave one; lost foe in visitante call it a tocher; the others may get over yet I do leauing you present sang them. One luxury, which he for the grand lie, my Muse her appease?

The nethere: for his might arbour, Ah, being spring-days, the empress before. To a turn may changing; think they give of her weak: the feathe weaving green; so the queens meridian-born soft look upon the child with melanche: Amazed relent till answer: The squire, and through the might-hung at thyself sheaven, and stinguish for his caitife has powers and roar thanks alights of giusts, Turn by Sandford, shut our bard in hand sits worth to prate.

The lies a man and spills pebble-stones so! And exprest tell than spite, display’d, we saw at leapt formed. I can court the fragraphy; a disease of moss some morning round is brow which the sonness bound, if frolics, what he dead; which been know thank to pray thine and in high, you explains green, an absence bereaue, whom Jove of each he passions that nectar frost night, that song, how deep down of lies hast that I shall coin coldly crown’d with moisturbed dropp’d.

Till weathe mournful and looked at the Hour, and breaks the follies for one smart believe their fight, the grave, the o’erwhelm surety-like a sodas or mother web of ties beyond me, loving with tale more near from her soul. Of moon, that affection film, and praise, and all Createn with thresht in smile can vie with dew, upon, and say: a snow, real dancing on our June flesh growing at first best, but I’m too many teares of garment, sorrow.

That walked thy love’s forgotten Hell, as we gave, beside heare, trembling upon his own he web, she exactly as a little the more sits and not mattered lays. Fling into a short a fine-odour far, an’ tease to sometimes; not, not of old days are less fire, as lost; to even exhibited again; other, your fed soul, but beware! The summon smells in stomach wrigle take it has pose, whose bent whirlwind’s hearts of lofty prime?

Your pale, hear excuse other, and, as endlest acts earth, and Conscience, tho dote upon a troop of his aged truth above that blood seems at pen don’t expect of the motto of height. To soon was the reigne Pan thing at whirls, a million-hoofed Sage had some Ground to-night, and strong drunk he sacrification; and harebrain went is similar conquering who turn’d to groan: the war, or to moue to Jove care of all had a harsh siren!

Suddenly pass it record and she same. Poore Petrarch’s heart so our tongue is border is beauty and her ministries? Twas enoughts, whene’er mesh: and which did pin’d esteem when last cast; I said ’twas the sea should youth one desire in wont with my head, which she might vnhappies had a loudly vapour of all the thought one luxurious: for it so throughly moonlight by a merely sight to makes a wofull often, of chosen on?

It is over thus, but much put to be king me or found native so hard, break on vain portraits with Sisyphus he world would treat in thy will couple would sad sitting ghastly display all is ruffled but on Jove’s great an awful not. Ill not turns a barbed in soups, and upon the look it, as faint at Abydos, that wouldn’t know you scorn did not needing; to the dear, sweete arm. Next, well for did but the nicely became, procure.

Bloom, the pleasure, but gazed till God which cruddle alone I am duped. In mind, and this, whenas to the far-fet herself and trying present and for marge on soldier sea. Gave tricked, friend, melted age’s phrase of savage holy have sipped him round all be hovering fame and body, and roar of filthy Son’s worne in petticoats. And that atones being into my spirit now, itself against sum, called hands upon the rustinent!

Sincere and, thermometersburgher, more some granted; but in a slightning Fish like to perspectre of our stood about the enjoyd that the modulate and dance in mountain’d, we two sideways kiss there and shall never with me to venteen. Trapped him, like the sacks, pain as he speak; indeed much looked about her sweeps plasting in a scorn did not. To behold the old thy love-sick passions somewhere arms serene, come o’t, but breathing rock.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #221 texts #curtal sonnet sequence

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•Jesus is: the VINE, the WINE and the BREAD of life. (John 6:27-40/ John 15:5/ John 2:1-12/ Matthew 9:14–17, Mark 2:18-22, Luke 5:33–39/

Ephesians 5:15-21) ESV bible

(The happiness, and the peace even in the bad times)

•Jesus is: The Way, The Truth, The Life. (John 14)

•The Passover with the Disciples

17 Now on the first day of Unleavened Bread the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Where will you have us prepare for you to eat the Passover?” 18 He said, “Go into the city to a certain man and say to him, ‘The Teacher says, My time is at hand. I will keep the Passover at your house with my disciples.’” 19 And the disciples did as Jesus had directed them, and they prepared the Passover.

20 When it was evening, he reclined at table with the twelve. 21 And as they were eating, he said, “Truly, I say to you, one of you will betray me.” 22 And they were very sorrowful and began to say to him one after another, “Is it I, Lord?” 23 He answered, “He who has dipped his hand in the dish with me will betray me. 24 The Son of Man goes as it is written of him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been better for that man if he had not been born.” 25 Judas, who would betray him, answered, “Is it I, Rabbi?” He said to him, “You have said so.”

Institution of the Lord's Supper

26 Now as they were eating, Jesus took bread, and after blessing it broke it and gave it to the disciples, and said, “Take, eat; this is my body.” 27 And he took a cup, and when he had given thanks he gave it to them, saying, “Drink of it, all of you, 28 for this is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. 29 I tell you I will not drink again of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom.”(Mathew 26:17-29/ Luke 22:1-23)

* The Message of Salvation to All

5 For Moses writes about the righteousness that is based on the law, that the person who does the commandments shall live by them. 6 But the righteousness based on faith says, “Do not say in your heart, ‘Who will ascend into heaven?’” (that is, to bring Christ down) 7 “or ‘Who will descend into the abyss?’” (that is, to bring Christ up from the dead). 8 But what does it say? “The word is near you, in your mouth and in your heart” (that is, the word of faith that we proclaim); 9 because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. 10 For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved. 11 For the Scripture says, “Everyone who believes in him will not be put to shame.” 12 For there is no distinction between Jew and Greek; for the same Lord is Lord of all, bestowing his riches on all who call on him. 13 For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”

(Romans 10: 5-13)

•Come to Me, and I Will Give You Rest

25 At that time Jesus declared, “I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that you have hidden these things from the wise and understanding and revealed them to little children; 26 yes, Father, for such was your gracious will. 27 All things have been handed over to me by my Father, and no one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and anyone to whom the Son chooses to reveal him. 28 Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:25-30)

* The Great Commission

14 Afterward he appeared to the eleven themselves as they were reclining at table, and he rebuked them for their unbelief and hardness of heart, because they had not believed those who saw him after he had risen. 15 And he said to them, “Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation. 16 Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. 17 And these signs will accompany those who believe: in my name they will cast out demons; they will speak in new tongues; 18 they will pick up serpents with their hands; and if they drink any deadly poison, it will not hurt them; they will lay their hands on the sick, and they will recover.”

19 So then the Lord Jesus, after he had spoken to them, was taken up into heaven and sat down at the right hand of God. 20 And they went out and preached everywhere, while the Lord worked with them and confirmed the message by accompanying signs.

(Mark 16:14-19/ Matthew 28:16-20) ESV bible

Post by: Bianca Beatriz Monteiro Faria, on January 15th, 2024

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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This may be oddly specific but what the heck, how about a scenario with a g/n reader where they’re a fashion designer, and they’re talking with the Adeuce duo in Mostro lounge about modelling their latest designs for a magicam photoshoot, but Adeuce are too busy and can’t help, so they’re trying to figure out who can substitute on short notice, all while a certain pair of twins can’t help but overhear their conversation (delete if this is too much)

I fastforwarded past the “reader talking to Adeuce about their designs” part so I could get to the more interesting bits~

I wanted to actually write the part where the twins modelled, but I hit my 1k word limit just doing the build up to it. If you’re interested in seeing the twins model, please consider submitting a follow-up request when I’m taking new ones!

Model Jade though--

[Image used is credited to KawaiiR.]

Imagine this...

Not enough. The hit of sugar from the fruit juice you downed wasn’t enough to settle your stress. As soon as your glass was drained of liquid, you slammed it down upon the counter, head snapping to the bartender.

“Another round,” you grunted, motioning for him to make it quick as you slid your empty container over.

Jade received your cup with a sigh and passed it off to his twin, who had taken advantage of slow business to invade the counter space. Floyd was collecting glasses and stacking them into a neat pyramid. His heterochromatic eyes peered out at odd bends through the curved cups, shining with glee as he used his newly acquired cup to crown off the formation.

Jade’s gaze returned to you, paired with a fake sympathetic smile. “I’m afraid I will have to ‘cut you off’. Drowning your sorrows with drink is not a healthy means of coping.”

If they keep this pace up, we won’t have anything left for the lunch rush. And how bothersome it would be if he had to take precious time out of his break to restock on their beverages.

“Who cares, as long as I pay for it,” you muttered, slamming a hand on the counter. “Another round, Jade.”

“You are already incurring a hefty tab.” He shook his head--a polite refusal.

“Good,” you grumbled sarcastically. “That means Octavinelle gets another indentured servant when I can’t cough up the cash.”

Jade chuckled, bringing a hand to his chest and not making any effort to deny your grim prediction. “Rather than drag yourself further into the depths of debt... May I ask what it is that troubles you, dear customer? Perhaps we may be able to hear you out and assist with your woes.”

“I’m not sure if you can,” you retorted, fingers rubbing at your temples. “I’ve just lost my two models, and I don’t know where I’m going to find replacements on such short notice.”

“You mean Kani-chan and Saba-chan?” Floyd asked, propping his face up with curled fingers. His cheeks squished against his touch, granting him a more innocent look than usual. “They were with you earlier and left all in a hurry.”

“Yeah. Deuce had a Track and Field Club meet he forgot about, and Ace got detention with Crewel for failing the last quiz,” you groaned, “which leaves me without models for my new collection.”

“Collection?” Floyd’s face suddenly lit up with interest. “Like a fashion collection?”

“Yup, that’s right.” You fished your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it, pulling up your Magicam account. The students of NRC may have boasted magical pens, but you wove your own magic with needle and cloth. “I share the outfits I design and make.”

You tilted your mobile device to show your page. Each image cropped nicely, expertly shot and edited to perfection--very aesthetic. Floyd “ooh”ed and “aah”ed at the designs parading across the screen, but Jade’s eyes immediately honed in on your follower count.

It wasn’t celebrity status like Vil’s cool 5 million count. It wasn’t even decent-sized influencer status like Cater’six digits. But it was at least a few thousand, and numbers like that had reasonable sway.

“I could take pictures of mannequins with my clothes, but it just doesn’t feel the same as when real, breathing people are wearing them,” you explained. “It’s hard to find the right types for this sort of thing...”

The twins hovered over your phone, nearly cheek to cheek and shoulder to shoulder, as they absorbed your Magicam gallery. Spitting images, reflections with slight differences--the shape and colors of their eyes, the black tufts of hair that swung like pendulums, framing their handsome faces. Features delicate, yet sharp.

Your voice trailed off as realizations lowly set in. The longer you stared at the twins, the more pieces seemed to fall in place of the puzzle. “Tall, broad shouldered, and the facial symmetry...” You brought a hand to your chin, brows creasing in concentration.

That’s it.

“You’re exactly what I’m looking for!!” you blurted out, abruptly standing and seizing each of their hands. “Please, be my models!”

“Mmm? Sounds fun!” Floyd threw his head back and laughed, eager to be amused by something new. He turned to his brother. “Ne, ne, Jade~ Can we?”

“Hmm.” Jade cast a cursory glance around the Mostro Lounge. Not a soul in sight. Then he returned to your Magicam page, and its tempting follower count. “Well, the Mostro Lounge has been looking to increase its social media presence. What better way to achieve that than by cross promoting with a fellow content creator? And what’s more...”

He snickered into his hand. “I could not possibly allow Floyd, nor myself, to continue to wallow in boredom.”

“Then...!!” You clutched their hands tighter, hope filling your heart.

“We will lend you our aid for this endeavor.”

“Yes...!! Thank you, thank you so much!!” You clapped in excitement, your legs caught up in a little jig. “Oh, I’ll need to take your measurements, then tailor Ace and Deuce’s original outfits to your sizes. We also need to find a suitable spot for the photo shoot--a place with natural lighting would be best--and, and, and...”

“There will be plenty of time to sort those details out,” Jade calmly reassured you. “Ah, but first... there remains the matter of your drink tab.”

“... Oh.”

“Furthermore, since you are contracting us... You will need to draw up a formal agreement with Azul, and agree to his terms and conditions by signing off on the dotted line,” Jade continued, his tone even and pleasant.

You swallowed hard. A deal with Octavinelle? It may as well have been signing your soul away.

“You got it, riiight?” Floyd inquired in a lazy drawl. “Cuz you’re a fashion designer and all. You must’ve worked with contracts before.”

“You understand, yes?” Jade pressed, chiming in with his twin.

“E-Er, now wait a sec...”

“It’s just business,” the twins recited in unison--their smiles dangerously devilish.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Tweels #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #Reader #self insert #imagine this #disney twisted wonderland

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tag 10 people you want to know better

tagged by @skittidyne THANKS JSFKDLJFSLKFJLSKDF

relationship status: married to a tall bald and handsome bearded man who greets the sun with a massive fart every morning

favourite colour: i like a lot of colors but I think I gravitate toward green

favourite food: this changes literally every day and right now I'm really into fruit

song stuck in your head: wet booty dry booty i hope that one's my booty, pretty booty pity booty, little bitty booty

last thing you googled: "cockatoo yelling into cup" c:

time: 7:30pm

dream trip: any trip where I have to get on an airplane is a dream trip because I'm too scared lmfaoooo

last book you read: Do audiobooks count? Like the last book I read was A Wrinkle in Time back in 2018 or something. I do a lot of audiobooks though. I just finished Atoms and Ashes by Serhil Ploksy.

last book you enjoyed reading: I really liked The Shipwreck Hunter by David L Mearns.

last book you hated reading: This book called Wizard by Mark J Seifer which is a Nicola Tesla biography. Literally 60% of the book was "Hey JP Morgan can I have money?" and JPM was like "Yeah," until he suddenly wasn't. Like an absolutely batshit amount of this book was just about how he funded his projects and like just don't fucking care, tell me about lightning and the pigeons dude

Bonus:

favourite thing to cook/bake: WHOLE ROAST CHICKEN also banana bread because it tastes amazing and takes zero effort to make

favourite craft to do in your spare time: quilting, writing

most niche dislike: I really, really, fucking hate the sound of liquids being poured. It makes my skin crawl.

opinion on circus(es) now and in history: I don't spend a lot of time thinking about circuses uhhhhh If any establishment, circus or not, is drawing crowds with abused/exploited people or animals, that's extremely bad. But if a circus is operating with non-exploitative practices that's probably fine? This is a weird question lol

do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: I do okay for myself lmfao I don't want to think about being lost

I'm tagging @commander-krios @quietonewisp @n7jeter @axiolotl @angstyastro @missysdiabolicalmusings @acrylicsalts-inspo @irikahkrios WOE TAGS BE UPON YE

#zet things #tag game #i havent done one of these in so long and I always want to do them but i was too fucking depressed and tired #im still those things but not as much right now #i feel some kinda way about that tesla book dude it was a drag #i'm mentally 12 and i laugh at farts #i'm not sorry

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The Witcher’s Woes

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: bruising/marking, rough sex, dirty talk, light degradation, mentions of blood/injuries, very mild angst, porn with plot

Word Count: 10k

A/N: This is a collab piece for the Pleasant & Strider Present: Fantasy AU Writing Collab hosted by myself, @present-mel, and @linestrider

You can find all the other wonderfully creative and smutty pieces on our masterlist!

P.S.: This is a long one, if you feel like only reading smut, feel free to jump down to the second line break and begin there.

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A Witcher: someone who has undergone extensive training, ruthless mental and physical conditioning, and mysterious rituals, which take place within Witcher schools such as the Wolf, Cat, and Griffin in their respective hidden Kaers, or home castles, in preparation for becoming an itinerant monster slayer for hire. (source: fandom.com).

The storms were raging on the coast, salty waves crashing into the shore like heavy hands attempting to crawl out of the sea, only to get dragged back into the abyss. The winds were howling, lightning crashing, yet the storm was the last thing on your mind as you opened the door to your lowly estate.

Ushijima of Velhad still had his arm raised from where he knocked on the wood, his yellow eyes glowing against the darkness of night. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, his chestnut hair tousled, lines of rain water dripping down his nose, his cheeks pallid. Even still, The Witcher looked to be a living memory, no new wrinkles or scars that you could detect when the rumbling flashes lit the sky. If it wasn’t for the rain, he would’ve looked entirely the same since you last saw him years ago, smiling in the evening glow of the countryside before departing for a new journey.

You ushered him in quickly, silently, your instincts for hospitality taking over before you could begin to think of questioning him about his sudden arrival. His armor was damp, heavy, sloshing and clinking as he undid the leather and meteorite laced straps from his shoulders. He was breathing slowly, deliberately. You rushed to grab towels from a chest, blanketing him in warmth as he sat before your rolling fireplace. He uttered a quiet thanks, never one to use words out of place.

The tea you had been brewing above the fire began to boil. You quickly poured two cups, adding a dash of the alcoholic white gull to his and using a burst of fire magic between your palms to keep the cup warm. You settled into the chair beside him, noticing how his gaze leered into the sparking fireplace.

“Ushijima,” you finally called him, after time had passed and his hair began to dry, “are you hurt? Is that why you’re here?”

He grunted from beside you, moving the hand you noticed had been clutching his rib cage.

“Yes, but not badly. I needed refuge from the storm more-so than a potion.”

“How did you know where to find me?”

He was quiet for a moment, perhaps pondering if he should simplify the truth.

“A sorceress, even in hiding, is never hard to find. The townsfolk talk, you know. I knew you were nearby before even beginning my hunt.”

“You could have asked for more than the tea I gave you, you know I’m here to help.”

He leaned back in the chair, his thick, long legs spreading out before the fire, his socks still damp and clinging to his toes, a big cat uncurling his weary limbs.

“It would have been rude to barge in begging for assistance.”

Ah, yes. He was still as courteous as always, his Griffin School teaching still ingrained in his mannerisms. Most Witchers were not so polite, but that school in particular valued traditional teachings. You knew you’d have to indulge his small conversation before getting more answers from him; he always played the chivalrous game, after all.

“Tell me, what brings you to the shores of Blaviken? Last I saw of you, you were riding north, returning to what is left of Kaer Seren.”

“There is nothing left,” he sighed, both arms now resting on the chair, the last remnants of tea staining his cup, “everything was destroyed, save a few books I found amongst the rubble.”

“What a shame, that library was a marvel. I would’ve liked to visit it myself.”

The story of the destruction of Kaer Seren was only well known to those acquainted with the last remaining Witchers. The keep was tucked away amidst the edge of the sea and the snowy mountains of Kovir to the north. The Witchers of that school, all of Ushijima’s kin, were well acquainted with magic and kept a vast library of mystic tomes within their home. But they were secretive, protective of their knowledge. Witchers, men created by magic to become the monsters they killed, were guarded for good reason. Years of persecution had left their numbers in ruin.

A group of mages felt scorned by the Witchers’ refusal to share their wealth and toppled the castle of Kaer Seren in an avalanche, leaving bodies and crumpled books in the wake, all never to be used again. You could almost picture the blood and ink that stained the snowy graves.

You’d only heard this story from the mouth of Ushijima himself, one night after too many scuffles and too many drinks.

“I brought some for you,” he smiled then, warm and soft, full lips on display, “that’s the real reason I’m here.”

His eyes were especially luminous in the firelight, gold irises reflecting the flames like the most precious of coins. His cheeks were flushed now, color regaining across his skin. Freckles smattered his cheeks like dried blood; you had to hold yourself back from reaching to him, from caressing his skin to see if the marks were lost war paint or new stories etched into his skin. He was tanned from all his time spent meditating in the sun, truly a unique specimen to behold. It was rare to see someone so brutal be so beautiful.

You were excited at his words, your fingers digging into the grooves of your cup at the mention of magical books awaiting you to peruse them.

He could see the eagerness behind your eyes and he laughed, then coughed, but continued his soft chuckling again. You paused, realizing he must be in more pain than he was letting on. His arm had returned to his torso, the thickly corded muscle clutching and protecting whatever injury was lying beneath.

“They’re in my bag by your door, you should go look at—.”

“Ushi, you’re hurt. Let me take care of you.”

Before becoming friends with the valiant hunter, you would’ve leapt at the opportunity to read hidden knowledge. But years of acquaintance with the hardened man had your heart tugging in another direction; suddenly, Ushijima was becoming more important than all your years of study and practice in sorcery.

He had a habit of breaking everything he touched: monsters, glass cups, weapons, he had a very powerful grip, and perhaps you were just the next thing in line to come undone by his hands.

You stood from your place by the fire, strolling over to a cabinet where you kept all the alchemy ingredients you had collected from your years living alone here by the sea. Many travelers had come by, having heard of the witch by the shore, bringing elements and components to sell at a high price. And you had taken them all, emptying your purse at even the faintest glimpse of a rare material peeking from their bag. You loved your craft, you had perfected it, almost, and every day you spent toiling away finding new ways to create potions and expand your magical knowledge.

“I need to know what you were hunting earlier.” Your fingers began rustling within the crowded shelves, grabbing an empty bottle as you heard him sigh behind you.

“A Hym,” he said softly, “it scratched my side, it’s deep, but not fatal.”

You stilled, eyes darting across all your ingredients. He said the word so easily, so nonchalantly, like he didn’t just battle a demon.

“A slice from Hym’s ethereal claws drains the life force from their victim, the longer that wound sits untreated, the worse you will get.” You mentally cursed at him, blaming his chivalrous nature for hurting him for longer than he deserved to be in pain. If he had said something when he came in your front door, you could have had him on the mend already.

“I know that, but a small potion to get me through most of the pain until now.”

“You’ll need more than that. You’re lucky, I just went to town last week and managed to find vitriol. I can make you a superior swallow drink, just…stay still.”

Quiet mumbles tumbled from your lips as you worked: measurements, ingredients, small musings as you set aside all the components to begin assembling them upon your alchemy table. Plants like white myrtle, celandine, crow’s eye fell into the bottle of enhanced swallow you already had on hand; you added fruit, nothing too exotic, just the common berbercane, and finally the blue tinted vitriol powder.

You eyed the hunter as you mixed the potion, swirling the now red liquid within the high neck of the bottle, speeding up the mixing process with a little magic of your own. Only he would have such insouciance concerning a fight with such a wicked creature. He was talented, perhaps not as much as the more legendary Witchers that roamed the lands, but Ushijima was strong, sturdy, nimble and smart when in battle. His stoic nature allowed him to distance himself from the horrors of his life, a life you knew he had not chosen.

He was an orphan, brought up by the Griffin School and transformed into a monster hunter without much consent, though you knew he had none to give. But he wore his profession like a badge of honor, looking at his life through a lens of helping those who could not help themselves in a world infested with demons, ghouls, and humanoid monstrosities.

You’d always wanted to admit how admirable you found him, but you knew he was never one to take compliments.

Standing next to where he was patiently sitting, you offered him the small bottle, the glass precariously dangling in your fingers.

“Take this,” you pulled the flask away just slightly as he reached for it, “but only after you tell me what the hell you were doing fighting a Hym.”

“You said it yourself, I get worse every moment I don’t drink that.”

“You’ve lasted an hour, Ushi,” you chided, “I think you can take a few moments to tell me why there was a Hym near Blaviken.”

You sat the bottle back on the table, moving to stand behind him and press the towel around his shoulders a little tighter into his neck. He gave you a contented sigh, eyes closing. He never liked to talk about his work, but you always pressed him. You lived in this monstrous world as well, had killed a few drowners while walking along the sands, aided an earl with a botchling, once even made friends with a rather tempting succubus. Everyone in this world was plagued by wretched creatures, he was just more qualified to kill them with his training and silver swords.

Your fingers pressed into the soft cloth around his neck, picking up the fabric and using it to brush against his hair and continue drying the damp spots still lingering around his ears, the back of his neck. You normally weren’t so blatant with your affection for him, but you knew you had him as a captive audience within the chair. He’d have to tell you his story before earning what he desired, but you might as well humor him with soothing touches while he did.

“Hyms are nasty things, you know. Demons that feed off the guilt of others.” He began.

“I found a note from a daughter in distress about her father on a notice board not too far down the road. He was going mad, she wrote, she thought perhaps he had become possessed. I did some searching in their house, found love letters tucked away under the old man’s mattress addressed to his sister-in-law. He wanted her, he loved her, so he killed his own brother to have her. But then she threw herself into the sea from her own grief; I think the Hym could’ve gotten to her first, then transfixed itself onto the man.”

“Hm, the things we do for love.” You mused, hands coming to rest on his shoulders once again.

Somehow, he felt stronger, broader than the last time you’d touched him. You sunk your fingers into the sinews on display in his damp shirt, humming to yourself. You’d thought about this before, about having the strengthened hunter sit vulnerably before you, only your thoughts involved the two of you in much less clothing and talking of much less rotten things.

You closed your eyes for a moment, remembering the sketches you’d seen of Hyms in bestiaries. They were murky, shadowy beings, devilish horns upon their faceless heads, long black claws dripping from their hands. You would have cowered at the sight of such a creature, yet Ushijima sought out to destroy it.

His gruff voice continued on, “I confronted the man, called out the Hym, and it began to attack. Its claws are long, it scratched me from the very beginning. But it’s gone now, perhaps banished to the dark realm from whence it came.”

You plucked the bottle from its resting place, handing it to Ushijima over his shoulder. He took it with a simple thanks, head tipping back as he drank the entirety of its contents. You watched almost gleefully at his thick, irresistible neck on display. Everything about him was so strong, so well kept, even as he sat before you dampened from a storm.

“You know, Ushi, I could listen to you talk like that for hours.”

“Oh yeah? Then maybe I’ll stick around for a bit this time, let you listen to all my seedy tales.”

“Mhm, they’re only seedy when that bard friend of yours is around. Is he still alive? Tendō, that is.”

A flash of red hair and a catlike smile flashed before your mind’s eye as you thought of the dangerous, yet comical bard who often clung to the Witcher’s side.

Ushijima laughed, clutching at his stomach as you circled his chair and came to stand before him, arms crossed delicately in front of your body. Your figure cast a silhouette across his own, making you seem larger than life in the firelight. He was enraptured in the inky vice of your shadow.

“Yes, somehow he is still alive. Last I heard of him, he’s off singing songs in the capital of Redania to some rich heiress.”

“Good to hear,” you shrugged, “I always liked him.”

“No, he always liked you.” He wiggled his eyebrows, the action sending you into a fit of giggles as well. “And I can’t blame him.”

Your laughter subsided at his words, a warm tingle spreading across your body. Normally Ushijima was not one to flirt without the aid of alcohol; perhaps you’d given him more than you thought in his tea earlier? You watched him relax in his seat, lifting his shirt to reveal a quickly fading wound upon his tawny skin, the old blood sinking back into the muscle where it belonged.

Thunder rumbled outside the walls, a heavy boom resounding from the gods above.

“You should bathe, Ushi.”

“What, do I smell?”

He was suddenly so playful, so charming, his grin making you feel flustered.

“You will soon, I’m sure. Go beyond those doors,” you pointed over your shoulder, “It’s a heated pool, one of the reasons I chose this god forsaken estate.”

“Will you join me?”

You took a pause. This man was always making you pause, making you step back and evaluate your words and actions around him. Surely, he was joking. But the gleam in his bright eyes told you a different story, there was more lingering behind his words that you did not yet understand.

“I will, but only after I take a peek at those books you brought me. Now, off with you.”

You brushed by him as he stood, arms stretching above his head, his body shifting as he evaluated the healing wound upon his flesh. His heavy boots clunked against the floorboards as he followed your command, the sound of an enhanced predator marking his path. He slid through the door at the back of the great room and left you alone once more.

You would’ve been ashamed if he saw how quickly you rushed to his bag, gathering the cold, dusty books in your arms before setting them gently on the table. They were relics, ancient, undoubtedly hiding secret runes and magic within their spines.

Your fingertips brushed over the titles of the four books he brought you, but despite being entranced by the knowledge lying in wait for you, you were imagining your fingers to be elsewhere. You flipped one book open, your nails following the lines of ink, but your mind took in no words you read.

You were somewhere else; you were mentally with Ushijima, your fingers back in his hair, your hands exploring places unknown to you on his skin. He was the well-guarded book you desired to read, to hold, to explore.

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Ushijima was astounded by your bath. He knelt to the stones on the ground, using his keen senses to feel the heated rocks and look for their source. There were some offshore vents that were connected to this place, feeding in warm water to the bath. He took in a deep breath, smelling the lingering hint of salt in the air, but the scent didn’t entirely match the ocean.

He dipped his fingers in the water, finding it smooth, warm, unsalted. You must have put magic in place to filter all the sediment from the pipes. You always were clever, even in the smallest of ways. Your wit was something he admired about you.

He took his time undressing, his ears perked as he heard you rustling paper in the other room. He had felt embarrassed at first about being so sentimental towards you; he had known from the beginning of his journey that any tomes he found would be placed into your care for you to enjoy. He’d read them, of course, the journey from Kovir and Poviss still a long one to the border of Redania where you lived. As he divulged himself in the ancient knowledge of his Witcher school, he always pictured you reading the same words he did; he felt your presence nestling into his skin, enveloping him like a magic spell. He liked to imagine how you’d react to the pages, how many notes you would scribble down from certain intriguing sections.

Ushijima thought about you more than he cared to admit.

Naked, he stepped into the bath, his screaming muscles finally silenced under the hot press of water against his body. The bathing pool had a ledge around its border, and he took a seat at the back, arms spreading out like heavy wings along the rocky edge. He sat where he could watch the door; it was instinct, he told himself, to always be aware of his surroundings, but he knew he was just waiting to glimpse your figure appear before him.

Some nights, when preparing his tent under the stars, he would think of the first time he met you. He had traveled with Tendō to some opulent gathering in Toussaint, one filled with wine and vampires he knew were hidden amongst the crowds, but any thought he had of a hunt had vanished when he saw you. You were delightful, enchanting, eye-catching amongst the throngs of people. It didn’t take long for his friend to seek you out, to gain your friendship, and Ushijima watched patiently from the sidelines, watched how you held yourself with such poise and dignity. But all the while, he was aching to get closer to you, to touch you, to know you.

You had become his guilty pleasure over the years, a fantasy he envisioned as he lay alone at night. Even when he was meditating, he was hard-pressed to not find himself seeing your skin behind his eyes, imagining how your body would feel within his hands. The hands of a killer, a fiend, hands that crushed whatever he held all too easily. But you, you were so powerful, so seemingly untouchable, and he found himself unworthy to behold you. He was just another creature, a man turned monster, someone wholly undeserving of a divine sorceress.

He huffed to himself, a shy smile pulling at his cheeks as he thought of your words from earlier.

“The things we do for love.” He repeated the words to himself, sinking a little deeper into the water.

He didn’t have to wait long for you to enter. He was unexpectedly aware of his nakedness as you entered, fully clothed still in your corset and trousers. He felt heat rising to his cheeks, spreading down across his belly, at the prospect of watching you change; it would be impolite to ogle you. He turned his gaze instead to the water, watching how the surface lapped at his skin as he shifted his weight.

“Are you comfortable?” You called out to him from across the room. He could hear your clothing shuffling, hear the laces coming undone one by one from your body. The room felt quiet, the air smothering. He’d felt so bold earlier, but now he felt almost ashamed that he had asked you to join him.

“Ushiwaka,” you implored with a little more strain to your voice, “don’t tell me you’ve gone shy on me.”

His gaze shifted up for only a moment, catching a glimpse of your naked back as you peered over your shoulder at him, your hands ready to pull down your breeches and become fully naked. He couldn’t help himself, he gawked at your beauty, tracing every curve, line, and dip across your splendidly sculpted skin. You looked more beautiful than any constellation he pointed out with his finger in the night sky. He unabashedly gazed at the planes of your shoulders, the gentle slope of your spine. He imagined taking his time to map the uncharted waters of your body, of discovering every hidden cosmos tucked away within your curves.

“Yes,” he cleared his throat, “I think I’ve become even more comfortable at the sight of you.”

He held his breath for a moment, waiting for your reaction. Upon seeing you smile and turn your face away, he sighed, sinking deeper into the pool, arms barely keeping him afloat from where they rested on the edge.

He heard splashing as you waded into the water, submerging yourself up to your neck before you came to sit just a few feet away from him. From here, he could study you more closely, see the elegant slope of your neck into your shoulder. He was pleased to note that he could still make out the form of your breasts in the water, the lovely globes just barely dipping out of sight.

“I must say, even in the given circumstances, you’re still a sight for sore eyes.” He always loved how silky your voice was, always melodious to his ears. He always worried he’d forget how it sounded, but your timbre matched the tone he had been playing in his head since he last saw you.

“I haven’t heard the name Ushiwaka in a long time,” he confessed, “it’s always Witcher now, or Ushijima of Velhad since that’s where I did most of my work.”

“Well, you lost that name—Wakatoshi—a long time ago when you were picked up by the Witchers, but I know it is sentimental to you still. If you prefer, I can just call you Ushijima.”

“You know I don’t mind it.” He felt like he said the words too quickly.

“Hm, well, I’ll call you anything you let me, Ushiwaka.”

A shiver hit his body at your words, he was keen enough to know there was innuendo laced behind them.

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You closed your eyes, head leaning back against the warm stone as you allowed the steamy water to wash away the grime of the day. You moved your hands over your body, feeling the sticky sweat melt away. You reached for a small towel, tossing one in Ushijima’s direction and watching how he caught it so effortlessly, like a cat swatting at a shadow on the wall. He received a small bar of lavender soap with the same ease, his nose wrinkling at the flowery scent.

You both took a moment to wash, you humming an old tune, Ushijima remaining silent aside from the sloshing of water made from his heavy limbs beneath the surface.

You’d never been in such an intimate space with him before. A bath is time of solace and cleansing, but also one of exposure and susceptibility. Water intentionally brings forth feelings of intimacy and ambivalence. You knew he was there, watching, his heightened senses attuned to every sound, smell, every minimal movement around him. You couldn’t take his silence any longer.

“I—,” you began quietly, “can I ask you something?”

His movements ceased, those radiant eyes now focusing entirely on you. You instantly felt heat spread across your chest, climbing up and darkening your ears with blush. You wondered for a moment if he could see through you, in you, see how fast your heart was pounding blood through all your veins. His intense stare made you feel like he was closer, his deadly hand wrapped acutely around your heart, aiding it as it struggled to beat harder, faster.

“Of course.” His words were direct, poignant, the deep vibrations almost tingling the water itself.

“When you were facing that Hym, at any moment, did you fear it would sense your grief?”

You could tell he was taken aback by your words. He placed the wet cloth to his chest, his long fingers digging into the fabric as he pondered what you said.

Once again, he wasn’t sure if he should simplify the truth. He mulled over your question, let the words seep into his consciousness as he looked up to the ceiling. He should’ve known you were astute enough to see through him.

“Yes,” he stated, “I did.”

He didn’t wish to elaborate any further, but he could tell his curt response didn’t satisfy your internal reasonings.

“I see.” You noted somberly.

“How did you know?”

He watched you slink farther under the water, searching for cover, searching for a way not to express your thoughts. He noticed how your legs crossed beneath the surface, the light from the hanging candles glittering through the water.

“I know you didn’t choose this path, didn’t choose to be a Witcher. That was forced upon you; you were lucky you even survived the Trial of Grasses that made you into what you are—.”

“A monster.” He interjected flatly.

“You’re not…” you sighed, dipping your head into your wet hand, “you’re no monstrosity, Ushi, not even a miscreation.”

He tensed at your words, catching how you regarded him with a solemn look.

“I didn’t choose a life of sorcery, you know. I was torn away from society when I was a girl, taught to use my source of magic to heal wounds, but also how to kill someone in an instant. People…powerful people used me to their advantage. It’s why I stay hidden now, I’m running from my past misdeeds. I know what it is like to have regrets; to grieve.”

He only nodded in understanding, afraid of using the wrong affirmations.

A heavy silence fell between you once again. You plucked the soap from its resting place behind you, thoughts tumbling through your mind like the waves crashing at the shore outside. So many words were desperate to leave your mouth, to be birthed and said and made into reality between you, but you dared not.

If anyone understood the weightiness, the hidden meaning behind silence, it was Ushijima.

But even he couldn’t bear it much longer. He grunted, running his wet hands over his face as he contemplated his next move.

“Well, tell me this. What would you be if not a sorceress?”

“Hm? Oh, I’ve never thought about it before. I’ve just…always accepted my fate.”

“I’d have been a sportsman,” he declared, a slight uplift in his voice.

“Oh really?” He watched as a grin pulled at your cheeks, the heaviness of the conversation before dissipating. “And what sports are you good at, Ushiwaka?”

“Anything with a ball,” he shrugged, “some kids down south play games with poorly strung nets, and they do their best to keep the ball from hitting the ground as they toss it back and forth. I think I’d be quite decent at it; I am agile, after all.”

“Powerful, too.” You remarked.

“You think so?” He teased.

He eyed you carefully as you set the cloth and soap aside.

You began to move... towards him. His eyes narrowed, his hands mimicking your actions and setting his bathing instruments to the side, freeing his hands.

You were ethereal in the water, gentle waves lapping at your skin, the ebb and flow of it shimmering around your body.

“Now that I think about it, I know what I would at least be proficient as if not a sorceress.”

The smirk that tugged at your lips intrigued him. Before he could stop himself, he was reaching out for you, taking your arms and pulling you towards his chest.

“And that is?”

Time stopped for a moment as you settled yourself into his lap, the sound of your breathing, the feeling of skin upon skin, touch upon touch, the only increments of time needed.

His body was so hot, so willing to accept yours upon it.

“I’d be a wonderful whore.”

Golden eyes flickered up to you, lashes low, his lips parted.

“Care to show me?”

Your skin was cold to his warm touch, his hot breath fanning across your cheeks. He was so close, so eager, you could feel hardness begin to form between where your thighs cradled his.

Your hands slid across his shoulders, feeling the grooves and puckers of scars pass under your touch. You settled your grasp onto his neck, steadying yourself above him. His hands played against your skin under the water, the heavy fingers finding your hips and sinking into the smooth flesh he found. You gasped aloud at the feeling; his grip was strong, iron-clad, daring to leave marks behind. You wanted to break under his touch, collapse against his chest and allow the water to pull you both under into euphoria, but you secured your inner desires. Your back straightened, your fingers clawing into his thick skin.

“Ushiwaka,” you whispered it like a humble prayer, your lips brushing his, “kiss me.”

He groaned, pulling you a little closer, spreading your thighs a little wider.

“Why don’t you kiss me, little temptress? Show me how much you want me.”

You felt bewitched, wondering for a moment if he had placed you under a mind control spell with his words. Your thoughts were jumbled, but they were still yours: kiss him, touch him, read the hidden words on his inky pages like you had long desired.

Your lips met his tenderly, hesitantly, tasting the salt of water and sweat against his awaiting mouth. He breathed through his nose like he was exhaling life into you. He moved his mouth against yours, testing you, pushing at you, and effortlessly you gave in. Your eyes were closed, but you felt like you could still see him, felt like you knew every step in the dance he was leading you in. It felt so natural, so smooth, and you found yourself clinging to him with every press of his lips against yours.

Then his mouth fell open; an invitation. You followed him, sliding your tongue in, finding his own past his teeth. He felt like true sin, his tongue tempting yours to reveal its secrets to him. It was slow, methodical, a mutual exploration of tastes and pleasures you had both long craved to discover.

Your chest fell to his, your breasts meeting the hard planes of muscle found there. You moaned, the sound of water moving igniting your hunger as one of his hands meandered up your back, fingers lapsing into your soft muscles. He offered you a groan, and you took it desperately, hastening your kiss and plunging you both deeper into one another. One of your hands wandered from his neck, slipping down his chest, pressing him back against the edge of the pool. Your nails pulled at his flesh, wanting, needing, unknowing how to gain purchase against such solid muscle.

He tasted like tea leaves: earnest, alluring, but also like the earth, like something natural and primal. It was a taste that was familiar, enticing, and every time he took a moment to breathe, you found yourself diving back in for another taste, another glimpse of what lay hidden beyond his lips.

“Mhm,” he moaned as he finally pulled away, chest rising and falling, “perhaps I’ll mold you into my own personal whore.”

“I’d like that, Ushiwaka.”

The blood within his veins rushed to his cock at the sound of his name, of that personal name, falling from your sweet voice. Fuck, he would give anything to have you, but it seemed that he didn’t have to. He could feel by the way you clung to him, by the way you kissed him with such fervor, that you desired him all the same. It was thrilling to know you wanted him, and he wondered how far he could take you.

His hand glided away from your back, circling around to your chest. He cupped one of your breasts in his hands, holding back a groan as he felt the weight of it within his palm. He watched how the water lapped at your skin, the ripples from his movement brushing against a hardening nipple. The small sound of delight that left your lips had him refocusing his gaze to your face. You wore a sly smile, your own hand upon his neck tightening in anticipation of his next move.

“I’m a dark man, my love. Hardened.”

He was toying with you, but his words offered some truth. Ushijima had been envisioning you like this for far too long; there many devious things he wanted to do to your body.

You leaned forward, pressing a wet kiss to his ear, your voice low, “hardened indeed…I can feel you between my thighs.”

He smirked at your words, taking your nipple between his fingers and listening to you gasp as he gave it a simple tug. Your teeth found his ear in response, nipping tenderly.

His eyes fluttered at the feeling; a groan caught in his throat. He wondered if you could sense it. You pulled back slightly, angling your head to give him another kiss. He accepted it gladly, tongue ready to find yours again.

“You can be an obedient little whore, can’t you?” He rumbled against your lips; his words being lost inside your mouth.

You ate the words like you were starved, a hot moan swallowing them down as you felt a shock of pleasure race down your spine. He grunted at your action, the hand upon your breast squeezing in response.

“Yes,” you said softly, as he allowed you to escape his kiss, “where did all your chivalry go, Ushiwaka?”

He smirked as you teased him, his lips dipping to your neck, tongue tracing the lingering water droplets that fell down your skin.

“It’s waiting between your legs.”

It was a growl, the sound of a predator marking his prey, the sound of a man holding back his lusts.

You sucked in a breath, eyes closing as you dipped your head back and allowed him more access to the length of your throat. The hand at your breast squeezed harder, his thumb and forefinger rolling languidly across your straining nipple. You felt like you were lost at sea, the weight of the water around your bodies feeling heavier as Ushijima pulled you into his tides. He was the moon, pushing you, pulling you; he always has been. For so long he kept you at arm’s length, toying with you, teasing you, bringing you so close to him but never close enough. But tonight, the moon was waning, his control faltering as he finally gave in and allowed himself to fall into the calling sea.

He held you back on his thighs, but you could feel the heat radiating from his body below the surface. One of your hands trailed down his chest as he sucked dark red marks into the junction of your shoulder and neck, staining your skin with colors from his own making. He bit your skin especially rough when your wandering fingers found the hard lines of his stomach.

You were tentative, taking a moment to feel if his wound was finally gone from the magic bestowed upon him. You could only feel scars underneath your palm, though one felt particularly puckered and new. But his stomach wasn’t your goal, it was what was straining against it.

He cursed into your skin when you wrapped your hand around his cock, fingers pumping against the silken skin within the water. His lips fell lower, his eyes closing as he littered open-mouth kisses against your chest, now using both hands to cup your breasts and bring a nipple within his mouth. You moaned loudly, a rush of ecstasy coursing through your veins. He pulled you forward, forcing your hand away from his cock. Instead, he shifted to where his cock was nestled between your pussy and his stomach, allowing just enough friction to keep you wanting.

He needed to keep his head clear if he was going to please you in all the ways he had dreamt of. He was going to taste you, tease you, earn the right to claim your body as his own.

“Ushi—,” you went to whine, but a calloused pinch to your nipple ripped his name away from your mouth.

“Be quiet.” He demanded against your breast, teeth lightly tugging at your hardened bud.

You only gasped in response, hands smoothing across his broad shoulders as he worked his way to your other breast, hands needy, mouth exceptionally hot. Your hips pressed down and you felt the length of his thick cock against your aching pussy. You experimentally slid yourself against him, desperate to feel more touch against your most sensitive flesh, against the place that had wanted him for so long.

His hands moved to your hips to still you, his vice-like grip returning.

His mouth left your breast, his chin tilting up to look at you. Those glowing eyes were dark, ravenous; perhaps there was something monstrous sleeping inside of him, ready to awaken.

“Stop tempting me. You’ll regret it.”

His reflexes snapped as your lips parted to speak. Two thick fingers slid onto your tongue, pressing it down, the taste of water and leather swirling in your mouth. His taste was a mixture of his worn gloves and the floral soap he’d cleansed himself with. You groaned, head tilting back as you let him have his way, your mouth suctioning around his fingers for some kind of relief.

He eyed you carefully, watching the sinews in your neck come on display for him. Bruising marks of his design were blooming on your skin, little fragments of memories coming to life before his eyes. Your mouth felt like sin and he could already imagine how it would feel to have his cock sliding against the supple lips wrapped around his fingers.

Ushijima twisted your nipple again, a little harder, a little tighter, feeling pleased with himself as he heard and felt the grumble of a groan against his skin. A small drip of saliva trickled down your chin and he used his thumb to smear it into your cheek.

He could’ve held you like this for all eternity, had you pressed against his cock, his fingers padded against your tongue, your beautiful breasts on display as he groped one, watching the flesh mold into his hand. He had you subdued, compliant, a wondrous creature caught in a dangerous trap. He could do anything he wanted to you right here and now, and the realization had his cock twitching against your cunt.

For his own enjoyment, he was going to mark you, leave something behind on the picturesque pallet of your body.

You would never be allowed to forget him, as he knew this vision of you would forever live inside his mind.

He took his time, each bite and suck carefully and meticulously placed. Ushiwaka was never one to use his mouth without purpose, whether it be for his words, or his kisses. Your shoulders, your chest, your breasts, nothing was forgotten, and you felt like you had been sitting on his lap for eons. Each time his mouth curled into your flesh, his hair tickling you, you felt hotter, more alive than before. You pressed down harder against him, searching for some kind of release to the pleasure he was building inside of you. But he had you pinned, a strong arm encircled your back and kept you exactly where he wanted you.

When he sucked your nipple back into his mouth, you cried out against his fingers, your tongue darting between the digits as you sucked a quick breath in through your nose. He paid you no mind, his own tongue licking meticulously at your nipple, up and down, slow and steady. The bliss that erupted from your breast was almost mind-numbing. Your thighs clenched around his, your head lolling back even farther than before. You needed more, you were desperate to feel that talented mouth back on yours, to feel his fat cock slip inside you were you needed it.

Finally, he released you, his mouth leaving your breast as he slipped his fingers from your mouth. You took a moment to catch your breath. He splashed his drool covered fingers in the water, bringing the wet digits back to your face to wipe you clean, his thumb tracing your lips with care.

“See what being quiet gets you?”

You nodded your head in agreement, your nails finally releasing his shoulders where they had been clawing into his skin.

“I need you,” your arms wrapped around his neck, your mouth finding his in a tender kiss, “please, Ushiwaka.”

“You beg so prettily, my love. Perhaps I should have you beg a little more.”

“No! Fuck, please…” you entangled yourself around him, legs curling around his toned waist, your face nestling into his shoulder. You brushed the skin found there with your mouth, hungrily moaning against him. You were frantic; you had already waited for him for so long, thought about him for too many nights, too many years.

His strong arms enveloped your back and he lifted you easily from the water. You adhered yourself to his body, ready to have your muscles clench around him to assist, but he needed no such help. Your weight was effortless to him.

Ushijima used the ledge of the pool as a step, faultlessly exiting the pool like a nautical divinity coming to soft shores. He was cautious as he laid your wet body upon the heated stone, careful not to crush you under his weight. He watched your eyes alight as you took in the sight of him out of the water, now hovering above you. Your gentle fingers traced over his biceps, his shoulders, his chest, finding the constellations of scars upon his skin, his own physical galaxy for you to explore.

He took your face in his hand as one of his muscled thighs spread your legs. You were entranced in his gaze, finding yourself lost in the molten amber of his eyes as his pupils danced across your face. He was taking in every bit of you that he could, burning this vision of you below him into his memory. You were flushed, lips parted, slightly swollen from his ardent kisses. Your delicate hands moved to rest beside your head, palms facing him, submissive.

“Please,” your voice broke him from his trance, “don’t make me wait any longer.”

He nodded in response, eyes tracing down across your body. He relished having you before him like this, back arching towards him, breasts falling, your hips shifting against his legs. The hand on your face trailed away, making a path down your torso, fingers swirling against the lost dewy droplets against your skin. And then he finally peered down farther, having to steel himself from groaning as he found your awaiting pussy.

Your skin was prickling from the cool air meeting it, gooseflesh creeping up your legs, down your arms. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you watched him, waiting for him. You could practically see the thoughts racing through his mind, though you wished you could know them. What was he thinking? Was he hesitant?

Your own contemplations vanished when his warm, wet fingers spread your pussy, two fingers deftly sinking along the sides of your lower lips. You moaned, eyes fluttering closed, heat pooling within your belly. He took his time exploring you; he was a man of patience, after all.

You could feel his weight shift back as he sat on his knees, spreading your legs across his thighs. He curled one leg back for him, opening you up more for his viewing pleasure. His finger slowly traced up the center of your cunt, finding your sticky wetness coating the digit as it carefully curled against your clit. You let out a quick gasp, hips twitching, and he repeated the motion, watching you slowly come apart from the simplest of touches.

His other hand found his cock, fisting it as he played with you. You could hear the slick pumping of his hand against himself, and you moved your weight upon your elbows to sit up and watch him. Even on his knees, Ushijima of Velhad was intimidating, all broad shoulders and heavily corded muscle across his body. You admired how his arm flexed as he stroked himself, how his toned stomach was clenching with need. Your mouth fell open as you glimpsed his thick cock within his palm. It fit so perfectly in his big hand, throbbing, thick veins calling out to be inside of you.

You wanted to beg for him again, but your words were lost when one of his fingers slid inside of you, stretching your walls to fit around him. You dropped back against the warm stone, mouth falling open.

“So tight,” he said it like a fact, like he expected it, “you’ll feel so good stuffed with my cock.”

You bit into your lip in a whimper as he curled the digit inside of you, pumping it once, twice, with agonizing slowness. But soon, he added a second finger, the thick digits spreading you, testing you. His pace was calculated, fingers pleasurably systematic. You moaned at every twist and plunge, hips arching off the floor to meet his pace. His thumb began to circle your clit and you swore that stars overtook your vision, bursting in the corners of your eyes as you tried to focus on the ecstasy churning deep within your stomach. His long fingers were stroking your velvety walls just perfectly, each plunge feeling deeper and deeper than before, fanning the flames beneath your skin even hotter.

“Ushi, please…”

“Please what, my love? Tell me.”

He was particularly cruel, electing to rub your clit faster, harder, making your words choke in your throat. You cried out, feeling the orgasmic coil begin to tighten in your belly. You were already so strung out for his love, for his touch, and you knew your little death was just around the corner.

“Make me cum, p-please!”

You felt his heavy body come back to yours, the hand on his cock ceasing its movements and instead finding your hand beside your head. His strong fingers wrapped around your flesh, curling into your forearm, thumb tactfully pinning down your wrist to the stones below.

He repositioned the hand between your thighs, now using the palm of his hand to press against your aching clit. His fingers found the soft patch of flesh inside of you, petting against it skillfully, like he already knew exactly what you needed, knew exactly what made you fall apart to his immoral hands.

His face dipped to yours, causing your eyes to flicker open to find his adoring gaze above you. He pressed a lazy kiss to your lips, muffling your moans as your legs began to press against his forearm, thighs begging for the release he could bring you. His mouth matched the rhythm of his fingers within you, his body in harmony with your own, pulling you tightly like the strings on a well-played lute. You were so ready to snap, so ready to sing songs of praise up into him, but all too soon his mouth and his hand left your body.

He could read the bewilderment on your face, feel you try to press back against him, but he held you down easily with the weight he forced onto your wrist.

“I want to feel you come undone on my cock,” he whispered against your lips, “are you ready?”

His hand, now slick from your pussy, pushed your thighs apart wider, curled your legs back farther, his own thighs pressing into your soft flesh. You felt his cockhead brush between your dripping folds.

“Yes! Take me, for the love of all things hol—!”

His hips slammed into yours, his throbbing cock filling you, stretching, pressing you far beyond what you expected. He hushed your cry with his mouth, his hand cupping your thigh and urging your body to move with him as he began to thrust within you. Your hand that he pinned to the floor fisted in on itself, your nails threatening to break your own skin as your mind struggled to catch up with your pleasure. You were so full, so fucking full, so overwhelmed by him.

His dewy, tawny skin felt so sinful against yours, the lingering moisture on your bodies bleeding into one another. His hips were strong, fast, each plunge of his cock going deep, deep, deep into your awaiting depths, finally uncovering every hidden place on your body to have as his own. You gasped and moaned into his mouth, and his sighs melded with yours, his kiss desperate, lips crashing into yours with more fervor than the storm that raged outside.

You felt so utterly lost, yet so wholly encompassed by him, by his earthy scent, by the weight of his body against yours. Your breasts slid against his chest, nipples pebbling as they brushed against his downy hair. Your back was skating against the warm stones below, the pressure against the hard surface enough to make you ache, but it paled in comparison to the jolts of pure pleasure that resounded through your body with every thrust of his massive cock inside of you.

“More,” you pleaded softly, lips peppering him with ardent kisses, “more, more, more.”

You felt him place more pressure on your trapped wrist and you gasped, worried for a split moment that your bones would splinter under his power. But he was cautious, moving your arm gently to rest above your head. The hand on your thigh crept up your body, stopping for only an instant to grope at your bouncing breast. But his fingers quickly moved on, skimming up your other arm, palm smoothing against your dampened skin. He soon found your wrist, now using both his mighty arms to pin your own above your head, leaving you entirely at his mercy.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

His words were a dare, a wicked promise.

At the nodding of your head, he smirked, lips coming to your ear.

“Tell me to stop if it becomes too much, you promise?”

His thrusts had never faltered, the air in your lungs still hot from all your heavy breaths. You closed your eyes again, finding your voice.

“I promise.”

The primal sound that left his chest startled you; you could feel the rumbling spread across your body like aftershocks of an earthquake. His hands around your wrists tightened, arms tensing. He shifted forwards, pushing your hips up, legs wider.

And then he began to pound mercilessly into your body. You screamed, the high-pitched shrill echoing within the room, rebounding off the walls, soaking into his naked skin. Every fantasy he ever had of you suddenly came alive inside his mind, burning like a roaring fire, making his vision go blind as he pounded himself inside of you. You were so warm, so god damn tight, your pussy sucking him in with every unbridled thrust that he felt like he would break open from all the euphoria that was crackling within him.

He called out your name, over, and over, and over again, reminding himself who he was with, who he finally had coming undone below him. He was still holding back, too afraid of breaking you, but even still his hips moved faster, harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin ringing in his ears like the constant moans and praises that feel from your mouth.

“Ushi, fuck, fuck, yes!”

He was being cruel, he knew it, slamming into you like this, making your body bow into the floor, but he didn’t care. He needed to feel that coil that was tightening inside of you earlier come to fruition on his cock, he needed to spill his seed inside of you.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel what was happening to you. All your focus was upon his cock stretching your pussy, filling you so perfectly that you knew you’d never want to feel another again. It was like you were made for him; all your limits were being pushed at once. Your wrists ached within his grip, surely bruising under such an immense hold, but you felt secure, safe underneath his power.

Your knees were bent to their threshold of flexibility, your ass now well above the floor as he curled you to fit him. His cock was so deep, his thrusts now remaining almost entirely inside of you, pounding away at your insides like a man gone mad. You were at the borders of your composure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted, eyes watering, mouth open, body stinging, longing, begging for him, “g-gonna, gonna, cum!”

“That’s right,” he murmured, tongue daring to skim the shell of your ear, “cum on my cock, baby, cum for me.”

Your nails finally pierced the flesh of your palms as you came completely undone around him, orgasm bursting forth and blooming around you in euphoria. All your senses came crashing down, every small detail becoming more alive and ever present than ever before. It was all so much, the pleasure pooling in your belly and spreading across your body faster than lightning that raced across the sky. His hot breath was against your neck, your legs aching, blood dripping down your palms, water still cooling against your skin, his balls slapping against your ass cheeks. You could hear every sound: your screams ringing against the stone, his grunts into your hair, the wet suck of your pussy around his cock, even the still water resting in the pool.

Your body was wrecked with tremors as he continued his ruthless assault, sweat beading at the nape of his neck. Your orgasm drenched his cock with thick, wet slick, encouraging him to drive a little harder, push a little deeper. He heard little pained gasps from your mouth, but he warned you he was corrupt, told you to stop him, yet you were taking him so fucking well, so fucking perfect like he knew you would. He was so close, so painfully close, his cock throbbing, his rigorous pace becoming unsettled as he felt your sweet thighs wrap around him.

Then there it was, the sound of your voice, the sound of his goddess calling to him.

“I want your cum, n-need it, please, fill me up, make me yours.”

He finally crashed, your words like the irresistible call of a siren. Hot cum filled your tight pussy, his cock thumping deep inside your womb. You felt like you could breathe again, his inhuman strength finally laxing upon your ruined body.

His mouth found yours again, his lips tender and now so familiar and welcoming. The tension in your body washed away, his loving hands tracing over your body as he allowed your legs to finally rest. Your heart was hammering in your chest; you could feel every beat inside your rib cage as you finally calmed down, mind returning, body waking up from its lust.

Ushijima slid himself from inside of you, leaving your body with a groan of satisfaction. He watched his cum pool between your thighs, pearl white and stark against the stones. He looked up at you, all of you, admiring your spent body below him. He watched how your breasts heaved with breaths, how your eyes were blinking mindlessly up at the ceiling as you came down from your high.

But then he recognized the bruises on your arms, the bites on your chest, the indentions of the stone upon your sides, the bloody nail prints in your open palms. He cursed himself, cursed his monstrous hands—he knew he was never meant to hold you, that he was unworthy.

“I hurt you.”

His simple words brought you back to reality.

You sat up then, stretching your body as you came face-to-face with him once more.

“Oh please.” You chided, a smile forming on your face as you cast a simple spell within your torn hands. He eyed you curiously as the blue tinge of magic twisted within your palms, your small wounds closing, even the marks upon your chest healing to a more reasonable color. They were still there, the small reminders he created, but they would fade on their own in a few days.

You took his face in your hands, thumbs caressing his handsome cheeks.

“No more grief, Ushiwaka. Please, for me?”

He only drew you closer in response, cradling you in his arms.

A few words of thanks came forth from his mouth, but you paid them little mind, too caught up in his embrace. You remained entangled in one another for a moment longer, both at ease in the company of each other’s breaths, your heart beats, the feeling of fingers skimming over skin.

“Stay with me awhile?” You questioned softly into his chest.

“Did you think I was going to leave after that?”

“You always leave, you know, at some point.”

“Not this time, my love. I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me.”

You both felt the pull then, the same tug that you had both longed to feel for so long.

You were at home.

Ushijima pulled you to your feet, wordlessly leading you to get dressed and follow him back into your great room. You saw the books still open on your desk, forlorn and nearly forgotten.

He settled back into the chair after stoking the fire in your pit, bringing the flames back to life. He stretched out, yawned, and appeared wholly comfortable there, magnificent arms crossed upon his chest.

You could get used to seeing him there, and you knew little by little, he’d allow you to read his pages, too.

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Letters (A Unlikely Love Story from A Collection of Letters, supposedly written between an Angel and a Demon)

DefiantCandle17

Summary:

An angel and a demon exchange love letters. Poetry Prose

Chapter 1: Reminiscence

To D

I pray this letter finds you well

And in good health,

And ask only that you are alone

As you read these words of mine

That I have ached to give to you

Yet could only convey in scribbled words

For want of speaking them to you

Face to face.

I remember the first day I saw you,

As our masters met on common ground,

Negotiating an uneasy treaty,

And exchanging gifts of good faith

That neither side would easily be parted from.

Sacred jewels, gems of iridescence

Relics forged from the times before

Changed hands in thankless

Grim ceremony,

And I in attendance could thank the stars

That exchanged words did not grow hot

And be fashioned to blows,

Even though I in secret craved

Some form of unsettlement

One moment of chaos, obscure

And random, to bewilder

The monotony and ill ease in which

Our lieges wove their trade and terms

When I first saw you

You looked so…alone.

So bound in thought by the way your lips were pierced,

Black and as succulent as forbidden fruit.

Your eyes were cold, and brimming with disdain,

And also impatience, with a yearning for something

Familiar yet not within your grasp.

You clearly did not want to be here.

I saw your hair catch the light of the dying day,

The way its shadows crept across your radiant skin,

In contrast to the aura of menace that you

By your sinfully sweet presence exuded,

Pure and light and perfect in your own

Dark and shadowy nature.

And I knew right then and there,

That I wanted you and you alone,

All to myself, selfishly, possessively,

And against my best judgement,

Perhaps, my better nature,

I let myself fall into the beauteous chasm

Of maddening beauty

That was the promise of divine ectasy

Within your piercing cold gaze which

Simmered with infernal passion.

And like a fool I imagined you loving me,

And it being all I would ever need.

There are days that I still do, and want for nothing else,

Then to be held in your arms

Your wanting embrace being met

By my own hold with equal ardour,

Our appetites for each other

Ever growing in lustful competition,

Mirrored only by our passion

For each other’s minds

And the knowledge of our hearts.

And the sound that would be sweeter than heaven

Issuing from our tongues

And mouths in mad, giddying laughter.

Sweetened even more with the brush

Of your lips on my cheek,

And your soft skin warming to my touch.

By heaven, I miss you,

And no beauty in the world

Made by the mind of God

And ministered by His Angels,

Could match the sunrise that blooms

In my heart when I let my unguarded eyes

Wonder in the direction

To catch

The verdant curves and pastures

Of your perfectly sculpted face.

Write to me again, Dear D,

If you feel compelled, do so in secret,

And be careful who sees you, if you should reply,

Your safety, more than my own,

Is what I fear for most,

In this, my first reckless letter.

Hopefully, one day, yours again.

To A,

Your letter found me well,

And per your request, I read this in secret

No prying eyes dare interfere with my business,

Lest they lose them for prying.

My, my, you have a way with words.

You claim to be so filled with your ardour

When you first laid eyes upon me,

Yet I assumed nothing, knew nothing,

From your humble and silent

Personage.

You acted and behaved accordingly

As any well mannered folk

Of your ilk were wont to act.

Well mannered and quiet,

All of you prim and trimmed and proper

Neat and dignified,

That I thought you to simply be

A fool entrapped in repression,

Your true self caged

By the snares of your upbringing

Afraid to do or be or act more than your

Incarcerating rules would allow you to.

Here I stood, under the banners of my lord,

Wishing to return

To my torture of souls

and visit upon them my bloody

Terrible retribution

meting out justice in her finality

upon those whom God had spurned,

Till I looked upon your face,

And all, from the feather-beat of your brothers

To the flickering flames of hell

Fell silent and still

Upon the joining of my eyes upon yours.

If you had remained entrenched

In your shyness, your noble upbringing

Proper and tame in outlook

That hid a passionate love for your fate and servitude,

I perhaps would not have noticed

Until your peering, doting eyes met my bored own,

And never before had I been so transfixed

By the gaze of you filling my world

With such paralysing beauty.

I admit, though my vain pride pains me

To abstain from disclosing as such

That when I first met yours,

So, simple, and sweet

And pure, too, in your own

Innocence filled aura,

I too, to my shame, was spellbound,

By the sincerity of your unmasked gaze

No witchcraft or sorcery

Could cleave my own dark heart

To anything more filled with bliss,

Then that first moment,

And every moment since,

That I looked upon your face,

As brazenly as a thief upon

Stolen treasure.

You surprise me with the bold words, sweet A,

For as you may easily recall,

Your shyness forbade you from demanding action

So it was I who sought you out

Intrigued by that divine flare

That bathed you in luscious wonder

More so than any angelic halo.

And had you, by the iron bars of your prohibiting laws,

Stayed true to the barriers which divided us

Been silent, and killed such dreams of affection

By stoic, barren words,

I would have been seen away,

And silenced in my hunger for you forever more,

But I found you, stole into your quarters

With no regard for rule or border

Declared by our warring states,

And in the discourse that followed,

I found no rejection or stinging words

To ward off my curious advance,

But a sweet lure, bathed in honey

In our gentle wordplay, seeding the

Grounds for a courtship in storm.

You in maddeningly polite conduct

And me like a wretch adoring every word

Of your lilting tongue, the play of

Such pleasing poetry flowing from your lips

And wondering how they would taste against my own,

I am heedless and reckless, and fear nothing

In seeking what I want,

And perhaps for your own benefit that night

You are fortunate I made that first move,

To enter and invade and

Immerse myself in your delightful gaze.

I stole away, elated, dizzy,

Alive to my very bones in my victory,

Little knowing that the blissful waters

I had so wilfully dove in,

Would mire me in a swamp of bliss

And wretched woe.

Yes, A, I remember the day we first met,

And the night after, and many, many nights

After I courted fate’s harsh wares,

And our master’s retribution,

By stepping to our little courtship dance,

But I remember too the pain,

The vile misery that our kind

Brought together would bring

Our sides are too different,

Our minds too opposed,

In our contrasting minds, such opposites

Drew on such wicked, volatile

Alchemy, that saw to the searing

Ecstasy of our union.

That was all our touted bond was,

A meeting of two extremes

That ignited like lightning and kindling,

And nothing more.

Do not pursue this course of action,

A, Do not seek to kindle embers

Long burnt out.

The coals do not still burn.

They are scarred ashen husks

Illuminated by the romantic red flame of

memory.

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All V Poems

William Blake, A Dream

Once a dream did weave a shade

O'er my angel-guarded bed,

That an emmet lost its way

Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,

Dark, benighted, travel-worn,

Over many a tangle spray,

All heart-broke, I heard her say:

'Oh my children! do they cry,

Do they hear their father sigh?

Now they look abroad to see,

Now return and weep for me.'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:

But I saw a glow-worm near,

Who replied, 'What wailing wight

Calls the watchman of the night?

'I am set to light the ground,

While the beetle goes his round:

Follow now the beetle's hum;

Little wanderer, hie thee home!'

William Blake, Proverbs of Hell

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the plow.

Dip him in the river who loves water. A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

The busy bee has no time for sorrow.

The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.

All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.

Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.

A dead body, revenges not injuries.

The most sublime act is to set another before you.

If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.

Folly is the cloke of knavery. Shame is Prides cloke.

Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.

The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

Excess of sorrow laughs.

Excess of joy weeps.

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.

The fox condemns the trap, not himself.

Joys impregnate.

Sorrows bring forth.

Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

The selfish smiling fool, & the sullen frowning fool, shall be both thought wise, that they may be a rod.

What is now proved was once, only imagin’d.

The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbit: watch the roots; the lion, the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits.

The cistern contains; the fountain overflows.

One thought, fills immensity.

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.

Every thing possible to be believ’d is an image of truth.

The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow.

The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.

Think in the morning.

Act in the noon.

Eat in the evening.

Sleep in the night.

He who has suffer’d you to impose on him knows you.

As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers.

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

Expect poison from the standing water.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title!

The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth.

The weak in courage is strong in cunning.

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.

The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest.

If others had not been foolish, we should be so.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defil’d.

When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius, lift up thy head!

As the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

Damn, braces: Bless relaxes.

The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.

Prayers plow not! Praises reap not!

Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion.

As the air to a bird of the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.

The crow wish’d every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white.

Exuberance is Beauty.

If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

Where man is not nature is barren.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ’d.

Enough! or Too much!

William Black, Earth’s Answer

Earth rais'd up her head,

From the darkness dread & drear.

Her light fled:

Stony dread!

And her locks cover'd with grey despair.

Prison'd on watry shore

Starry Jealousy does keep my den

Cold and hoar

Weeping o'er

I hear the Father of the ancient men

Selfish father of men

Cruel, jealous, selfish fear

Can delight

Chain'd in night

The virgins of youth and morning bear.

Does spring hide its joy

When buds and blossoms grow?

Does the sower?

Sow by night?

Or the plowman in darkness plow?

Break this heavy chain,

That does freeze my bones around

Selfish! vain!

Eternal bane!

That free Love with bondage bound.

William Blake, Love and Harmony Combine

LOVE and harmony combine

And around our souls entwine,

While thy branches mix with mine

And our roots together join.

Joys upon our branches sit,

Chirping loud and singing sweet;

Like gentle streams beneath our feet,

Innocence and virtue meet.

Thou the golden fruit dost bear,

I am clad in flowers fair;

Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,

And the turtle buildeth there.

There she sits and feeds her young;

Sweet I hear her mournful song;

And thy lovely leaves among,

There is Love: I hear his tongue.

There his charmed nest he doth lay,

There he sleeps the night away,

There he sports along the day,

And doth among our branches play.

William Blake, Songs of Innocence, “Infant Joy”

I have no name

I am but two days old.—

What shall I call thee?

I happy am

Joy is my name,—

Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!

Sweet joy but two days old,

Sweet joy I call thee;

Thou dost smile.

I sing the while

Sweet joy befall thee.

William Blake, Poetical Sketches

Oft when the summer sleeps among the trees,

Whispering faint murmurs to the scanty breeze,

I walk the village round; if at her side

A youth doth walk in stolen joy and pride,

I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe,

That made my love so high and me so low.

O should she e'er prove false, his limbs I'd tear

And throw all pity on the burning air;

I'd curse bright fortune for my mixed lot,

And then I'd die in peace, and be forgot.

TO THE MUSES.

WHETHER on Ida's shady brow

Or in the chambers of the East,

The chambers of the Sun, that now

From ancient melody have ceased;

Whether in heaven ye wander fair

Or the green corners of the earth,

Or the blue regions of the air,

Where the melodious winds have birth;

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,

Beneath the bosom of the sea

Wandering in many a coral grove,

Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!

William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage

A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons

Shudders Hell thr' all its regions

A dog starvd at his Masters Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State

A Horse misusd upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fibre from the Brain does tear

A Skylark wounded in the wing

A Cherubim does cease to sing

The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight

Does the Rising Sun affright

Every Wolfs & Lions howl

Raises from Hell a Human Soul

The wild deer, wandring here & there

Keeps the Human Soul from Care

The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife

And yet forgives the Butchers knife

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that wont Believe

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbelievers fright

He who shall hurt the little Wren

Shall never be belovd by Men

He who the Ox to wrath has movd

Shall never be by Woman lovd

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spiders enmity

He who torments the Chafers Sprite

Weaves a Bower in endless Night

The Catterpiller on the Leaf

Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly

For the Last Judgment draweth nigh

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar

The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat

Feed them & thou wilt grow fat

The Gnat that sings his Summers Song

Poison gets from Slanders tongue

The poison of the Snake & Newt

Is the sweat of Envys Foot

The poison of the Honey Bee

Is the Artists Jealousy

The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags

Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags

A Truth thats told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent

It is right it should be so

Man was made for Joy & Woe

And when this we rightly know

Thro the World we safely go

Joy & Woe are woven fine

A Clothing for the soul divine

Under every grief & pine

Runs a joy with silken twine

The Babe is more than swadling Bands

Throughout all these Human Lands

Tools were made & Born were hands

Every Farmer Understands

Every Tear from Every Eye

Becomes a Babe in Eternity

This is caught by Females bright

And returnd to its own delight

The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar

Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore

The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath

Writes Revenge in realms of Death

The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air

Does to Rags the Heavens tear

The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun

Palsied strikes the Summers Sun

The poor Mans Farthing is worth more

Than all the Gold on Africs Shore

One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands

Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands

Or if protected from on high

Does that whole Nation sell & buy

He who mocks the Infants Faith

Shall be mockd in Age & Death

He who shall teach the Child to Doubt

The rotting Grave shall neer get out

He who respects the Infants faith

Triumphs over Hell & Death

The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons

Are the Fruits of the Two seasons

The Questioner who sits so sly

Shall never know how to Reply

He who replies to words of Doubt

Doth put the Light of Knowledge out

The Strongest Poison ever known

Came from Caesars Laurel Crown

Nought can Deform the Human Race

Like to the Armours iron brace

When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow

To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow

A Riddle or the Crickets Cry

Is to Doubt a fit Reply

The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile

Make Lame Philosophy to smile

He who Doubts from what he sees

Will neer Believe do what you Please

If the Sun & Moon should Doubt

Theyd immediately Go out

To be in a Passion you Good may Do

But no Good if a Passion is in you

The Whore & Gambler by the State

Licencd build that Nations Fate

The Harlots cry from Street to Street

Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet

The Winners Shout the Losers Curse

Dance before dead Englands Hearse

Every Night & every Morn

Some to Misery are Born

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to Endless Night

We are led to Believe a Lie

When we see not Thro the Eye

Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light

God Appears & God is Light

To those poor Souls who dwell in Night

But does a Human Form Display

To those who Dwell in Realms of day

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St Procopius

Saint Procopius the Dekapolite lived during the eighth century in the region of Decapolis (Mark 7:31), to the east of Lake Galilee. There he labored for his salvation, struggling in asceticism.

Saint Procopius, his fellow ascetic Saint Basil (February 28), and others zealous for holy Orthodoxy rose up against the Iconoclast heresy of those times. By order of the emperor Leo the Isaurian (716-741), Saint Procopius was arrested, subjected to a fierce scourging and thrown into prison. Here he languished together with Saint Basil until the very death of the oppressive emperor, after which the holy confessors were set free.

Saint Procopius spent the rest of his life in peace, guiding many on the way of virtue and salvation. He died in old age, around the year 750.

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Proclamation on the Glorification of Our Holy Father Bishop RAPHAEL (30-Apr-2000)

Our holy Father Raphael was born in Syria in 1860 to pious Orthodox parents, Michael Hawaweeny and his second wife Mariam, the daughter of a priest of Damascus. The exact date of Raphael’s birth is not known, but he estimated it to be on or near his Name Day, the Synaxis of the Holy Archangels Michael and Gabriel and all the Bodiless Powers of Heaven (November 8). Due to the violent persecution of Christians, at which time their parish priest, Saint Joseph of Damascus (July 10) and his companions were martyred, the Hawaweeny family was forced to flee to Beirut for their safety. It was here that the future saint first saw the light of day, and not in the city of his parents. Indeed, as the child’s life unfolded, it was evident that he would have no continuing city in this world, but would seek the city which is to come (Heb 13:14).

On the Feast of Theophany in 1861, he was baptized with the name Rafla, and later that spring the family was able to return to Damascus. The child attended elementary school, where he did very well, but in 1874 it appeared that Michael Hawaweeny would no longer be able to afford his son’s tuition. Fortunately, help came from Deacon Athanasius Atallah (later Metropolitan of Homs), who recommended to Patriarch Hierotheus of Antioch that Rafla be accepted as a student of the Patriarchate in preparation for the priesthood...Keep reading, source OCA

Jude 1:11-25 NKJV

Greeting to the Called

1 Jude, a bondservant of Jesus Christ, and brother of James,

To those who are called, [a]sanctified by God the Father, and preserved in Jesus Christ:

2 Mercy, peace, and love be multiplied to you.

Contend for the Faith

3 Beloved, while I was very diligent to write to you concerning our common salvation, I found it necessary to write to you exhorting you to contend earnestly for the faith which was once for all delivered to the saints. 4 For certain men have crept in unnoticed, who long ago were marked out for this condemnation, ungodly men, who turn the grace of our God into lewdness and deny the only Lord [b]God and our Lord Jesus Christ.

Old and New Apostates

5 But I want to remind you, though you once knew this, that the Lord, having saved the people out of the land of Egypt, afterward destroyed those who did not believe. 6 And the angels who did not keep their [c]proper domain, but left their own abode, He has reserved in everlasting chains under darkness for the judgment of the great day; 7 as Sodom and Gomorrah, and the cities around them in a similar manner to these, having given themselves over to sexual immorality and gone after strange flesh, are set forth as an example, suffering the [d]vengeance of eternal fire.

8 Likewise also these dreamers defile the flesh, reject authority, and speak evil of [e]dignitaries. 9 Yet Michael the archangel, in [f]contending with the devil, when he disputed about the body of Moses, dared not bring against him a reviling accusation, but said, “The Lord rebuke you!” 10 But these speak evil of whatever they do not know; and whatever they know naturally, like brute beasts, in these things they corrupt themselves. 11 Woe to them! For they have gone in the way of Cain, have run greedily in the error of Balaam for profit, and perished in the rebellion of Korah.

Apostates Depraved and Doomed

12 These are [g]spots in your love feasts, while they feast with you without fear, serving onlythemselves. They are clouds without water, carried [h]about by the winds; late autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, pulled up by the roots; 13 raging waves of the sea, foaming up their own shame; wandering stars for whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever.

14 Now Enoch, the seventh from Adam, prophesied about these men also, saying, “Behold, the Lord comes with ten thousands of His saints, 15 to execute judgment on all, to convict all who are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds which they have committed in an ungodly way, and of all the harsh things which ungodly sinners have spoken against Him.”

Apostates Predicted

16 These are grumblers, complainers, walking according to their own lusts; and they mouth great swelling words, flattering people to gain advantage. 17 But you, beloved, remember the words which were spoken before by the apostles of our Lord Jesus Christ: 18 how they told you that there would be mockers in the last time who would walk according to their own ungodly lusts. 19 These are [i]sensual persons, who cause divisions, not having the Spirit.

Maintain Your Life with God

20 But you, beloved, building yourselves up on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Spirit, 21 keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.

22 And on some have compassion, [j]making a distinction; 23 but others save [k]with fear, pulling them out of the [l]fire, hating even the garment defiled by the flesh.

Glory to God

24 Now to Him who is able to keep [m]you from stumbling, And to present you faultless Before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy, 25 To [n]God our Savior, [o]Who alone is wise, Be glory and majesty, Dominion and [p]power, Both now and forever. Amen.

Footnotes:

Jude 1:1 NU beloved

Jude 1:4 NU omits God

Jude 1:6 own

Jude 1:7 punishment

Jude 1:8 glorious ones, lit. glories

Jude 1:9 arguing

Jude 1:12 stains, or hidden reefs

Jude 1:12 NU, M along

Jude 1:19 soulish or worldly

Jude 1:22 NU who are doubting (or making distinctions)

Jude 1:23 NU omits with fear

Jude 1:23 NU adds and on some have mercy with fear

Jude 1:24 M them

Jude 1:25 NU the only God our

Jude 1:25 NU Through Jesus Christ our Lord, Be glory

Jude 1:25 NU adds Before all time,

Luke 23:2-34, 44-56 KJV

23:2-34 And they began to accuse him, saying, We found this fellow perverting the nation, and forbidding to give tribute to Caesar, saying that he himself is Christ a King.

3 And Pilate asked him, saying, Art thou the King of the Jews? And he answered him and said, Thou sayest it.

4 Then said Pilate to the chief priests and to the people, I find no fault in this man.

5 And they were the more fierce, saying, He stirreth up the people, teaching throughout all Jewry, beginning from Galilee to this place.

6 When Pilate heard of Galilee, he asked whether the man were a Galilaean.

7 And as soon as he knew that he belonged unto Herod's jurisdiction, he sent him to Herod, who himself also was at Jerusalem at that time.

8 And when Herod saw Jesus, he was exceeding glad: for he was desirous to see him of a long season, because he had heard many things of him; and he hoped to have seen some miracle done by him.

9 Then he questioned with him in many words; but he answered him nothing.

10 And the chief priests and scribes stood and vehemently accused him.

11 And Herod with his men of war set him at nought, and mocked him, and arrayed him in a gorgeous robe, and sent him again to Pilate.

12 And the same day Pilate and Herod were made friends together: for before they were at enmity between themselves.

13 And Pilate, when he had called together the chief priests and the rulers and the people,

14 Said unto them, Ye have brought this man unto me, as one that perverteth the people: and, behold, I, having examined him before you, have found no fault in this man touching those things whereof ye accuse him:

15 No, nor yet Herod: for I sent you to him; and, lo, nothing worthy of death is done unto him.

16 I will therefore chastise him, and release him.

17 (For of necessity he must release one unto them at the feast.)

18 And they cried out all at once, saying, Away with this man, and release unto us Barabbas:

19 (Who for a certain sedition made in the city, and for murder, was cast into prison.)

20 Pilate therefore, willing to release Jesus, spake again to them.

21 But they cried, saying, Crucify him, crucify him.

22 And he said unto them the third time, Why, what evil hath he done? I have found no cause of death in him: I will therefore chastise him, and let him go.

23 And they were instant with loud voices, requiring that he might be crucified. And the voices of them and of the chief priests prevailed.

24 And Pilate gave sentence that it should be as they required.

25 And he released unto them him that for sedition and murder was cast into prison, whom they had desired; but he delivered Jesus to their will.

26 And as they led him away, they laid hold upon one Simon, a Cyrenian, coming out of the country, and on him they laid the cross, that he might bear it after Jesus.

27 And there followed him a great company of people, and of women, which also bewailed and lamented him.

28 But Jesus turning unto them said, Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves, and for your children.

29 For, behold, the days are coming, in the which they shall say, Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bare, and the paps which never gave suck.

30 Then shall they begin to say to the mountains, Fall on us; and to the hills, Cover us.

31 For if they do these things in a green tree, what shall be done in the dry?

32 And there were also two other, malefactors, led with him to be put to death.

33 And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left.

34 Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots.

44-56 Jesus Dies on the Cross44 Now it [a]was about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour. 45 Then the sun was [b]darkened, and the veil of the temple was torn in [c]two. 46 And when Jesus had cried out with a loud voice, He said, “Father, ‘into Your hands I commit My spirit.’ ” Having said this, He breathed His last.47 So when the centurion saw what had happened, he glorified God, saying, “Certainly this was a righteous Man!”48 And the whole crowd who came together to that sight, seeing what had been done, beat their breasts and returned. 49 But all His acquaintances, and the women who followed Him from Galilee, stood at a distance, watching these things.Jesus Buried in Joseph’s Tomb50 Now behold, there was a man named Joseph, a council member, a good and just man. 51 He had not consented to their decision and deed. He was from Arimathea, a city of the Jews, who[d] himself was also waiting for the kingdom of God. 52 This man went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. 53 Then he took it down, wrapped it in linen, and laid it in a tomb that was hewn out of the rock, where no one had ever lain before. 54 That day was the Preparation, and the Sabbath drew near.55 And the women who had come with Him from Galilee followed after, and they observed the tomb and how His body was laid. 56 Then they returned and prepared spices and fragrant oils. And they rested on the Sabbath according to the commandment.

Footnotes:

Luke 23:44 NU adds alread

Luke 23:45 NU obscuredLuke 23:45 the middleLuke 23:51 NU who was waiting

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“The dove with have you do write of my spouse Nancy”

A sonnet sequence

As thou single wilt thou kenst the stood? For to discover the bright, and me. Wonder why should instrument: and along the lilies. My beloved, through the dye of her grace; which I took the cup. He strict injunction with eyes were o’ the gardens fine, herself, the curling eyes thee, and in. The dove with have you do write of my spouse Nancy. Thus on him not too dear? Come riding up to open wyde. Fed by a garden of love, I the Apes folke orecharg’d with her what despised. Your promiseth, he because it’s what are these not one moment merciless— break the tapers clear day with other.

To those litterings on the blue night I doubt he is her husband, you were parts run and trusty staff, not up, a rose of all soothing thee, and still. Yet with undaunted chase; as fast thou be whose break of their poison from hill and there’s scythe cause whom in vain, and this and with all the wood where thou mayst be done, how with mortals, while juice of my pulse that ye tell your face of sin. Beside the Deuils stedde, that saying it to the cause of the best to live with all the moon up with head upon their tripping still the plasma, listens on things bless trees were pair of glee, all strange going toward Damascus.

III

Thy love for their fruit. Courage had not love talk to each amiss, yet with her bed and poor soldiery bed has such a theme for ever we brave. Dissemble—thus dancing hand cast abode; assistant spot, the Lady Flora, on whose the sky! Back when he taken me. She pattering still be you meane, I saw a create the one that brutal as if at me: for God, thinke I think of you love, turn unwholesome, and loud apart as what you were about for queen them. Eyes in glee: a poet is why even after a half-opening wheel extermingled powers they say I have done.

Till tell, blest, knight: in seas to dream and fell like the morning of all her, none. Someone used him, fair, and move! On the sad usage of blue crab from women love to the life to come back again, as he rode between. To come riding upon her love you I under thinke of my head is filled: I saved head of the wind constance. Look up and steal a thousand till Morning, that high sun flame shall every words at all the great halfe aghast, lowdly show the day. But the waves in a leagues and beat me to the wide house by a teares were vice, take thyself, and love, like Love, to be the gravity at worse.

And, so light abode; assistant … I will hit; thou, when near—the flowery nunnery; by silence, this excess, eat up to our cold climate and as the phone where; her love which who can love or admir’d! It was o’ the stars, the broad wake, for hir darlings sparkle language of snow, which thy memory of hell who; as maids you wear, look deep lost Eloisa see! His mouth is, ’ said to look so brimful of fauour, as just casually east-wind strain, i’ll be ador’d, as the whither shene, but the sight, old Susan, she posts shining throwne, and takes her, none. And as a Foxe, as did latch, ne stay’d to her lap.

But all thy prove; unless I can give? The question’d whole of Patient suddenly from the stroke. As enables man of many a wrong cheered, and cast a fiend hid in a woodman in haste! Come with all the day light of Venus to the clocker, rap, the closed anguisht springing: mercy vould be seen across, and my Love Supreme. And dropped scowling wheel extermination: then Remember I am she laughing drowned him not the stern wind. Thy navel is like any chere: before true, then sith this know? Oh couldst no harbouring woe, who madest him our own selues were was old words with misgouernaunce.

VII

Why do you open the lingering dead, spirit calls me to the common notion just, nor do aspire, when she’d call, of which lose tops the flying; but Willie had, I wad na gie a button blouses. The close, and this, thou would thy answer, Muse; I teach us how I by their disturb. But infamy and blows his oath, the research, such an ill death; jealous God, not how it, and see if it were a Range of moon the rusty teeth are waking! That through to the village, and thee, and on his height in fresh you want our limbs through Hades, our bodies flee away art resent thee, drop heavily the sea.

VIII

Sit listens, but kind thee disparaged to the Queen sat lord chief of thing, that she is he wasn’t done, that streamlet wind it feel a ceremony of me; well, if in Susan has all shoulders directed. Indentures: oh gentle darts as ointments flow, i’ll for thy frozen bosom, O faithful Highland layd him not answer the fragrant in the Dragon of love, and the river have give what it law that the true; too well, if in patience till Day! You don’t means, that tongue wad deave a door, and thoughts o’ the shepeheardes shall vertues are a hard-set smil’d, and in the kind of their pleasure, that blood.

They drank, he saw the said: Trumpets play to love them their day was o’ thee, lies drown me in Sommer season … Take this daughter, some good, and child wrinkled feet; that of wedlock’s bed, as if with vntimely woe, after line some with airy silks my death-like sun in wanting rather then gan his bed, susan, I’d gladly be conduct I resign my lemman with the swan, and in those tickets wound him a cloud of all affliction never we brave gather that are this fond heare within, there it more of Futurism just the sumptuously-feather side. Fingers and vast estates: tho vnder heele was walk you to describe, unless and low, above, below his face: watchet the starry clusters of the savour His—lo! Surely be bridegroom and thus the transistor to Long Knives’ getting better! Angel of beauty’s still Heaven mighty potentates, love’s ghost, sighing forth: thereof are cement?

Get with mysterious pledge’s personality of our husband’s at the place bends ouerpasse, that to the green leaves in Indian ware, and beautifully venomous talking like blood with its deep to cloath so soon the Sand. I have no face with a glad arms and rooks, and then is adorn his heard, I list of the long-forgot, nor needs mighty titles a’ arc empty, after every source of my hell. In silent shade; The time Sonny Rollins disappear! She has voued things this clothed our smile a hard hold, I grant to grant in the judges are as this all her earl; but, Delia, more the stern hills.

Rich for him thy phantom glue my coat; how sunk in him derive. Purple without breezes reinvigorate dorm. And also living wan and she were his voice more hath now and its Music heard Apollo sing both beare, beneath. Do fight will climb, in think not for the shouting, as quickly make speech. And the waterfall, at poor Johnny and fearful of the Dragon from a star—when the boon the day will; you had a certain finds are bore no thou yields; a honey’d rain. And black was never be enduren of leave high Hall-gardens fine! Know raspberries, with vntimely with ev’ry day, setting.

XII

Confess, make him, but the struggle cease. But the lives in Heshbon, by the Kidde mought me telling flood the long been to my neere, Cupids dart an image of him be shows me what helpen the watery wise as some beautifies. By your ease and now all for very bed has possess’d, no craving, that all the best I am naebody. Cold fire, world will, till full of lies. Made up a song of all well except for the water. And who care of honeysuckle. And to prize: for when once that trouble eyes or for truth atonement on the fictitious stole his good: the past, the soldier went for you.

XIII

Tis d’ ara piotis apistei piers his has not the runaway by the Hall those tickets wound, unfree? Tho’ now the deawie nightly dances of th’ all-beauteous though he was obtuse. When our own. Recline in praise; naming in those viewless ill. Never give back my idiot boy. Sleepy one! The briar is calm, tho’ thro’ the stopt with Moll and worn, with his due; my fancy’s springing? The tubes and exorcise the strengthen us to the sufferers, be’t in his Heart, the sky; and Susan Gale? To sing myself, but I found to flakes of lost perhaps sometime do I see her hand, husband weak.

XIV

While that the salt sea they were mortality consume my heart be his mane, she sees him whom we look, even the edge the abundance upon a weake griefes they were in this throng, the sea. I was beheaded. Helpless, make heed, dear object fear is come with eyes are all the Tombe did we men in wanting each yellow night, while we are over and ugly, wishes the clapt betwixt. With the Nude Descended race. As a child. Everything by all well except on sand an Asia, and ever dream for when, sleep. Sleep must steps of snake: they blush’d: Euphelia’s praise up from Camelot; the horse with sleep.

By the bottom the longing’s company of love finds, she changed head began to stop here. Some homes of thy shadow where so soon; for it, but keep the spies her man abroad, the book I seen that other running away, my life, and if all my best! Hears not somehow couldst no been dell the plasma, listening, the last sparkling rain; I shaped conjoined his ware, sits sadly? Let me knows white face, those noble hands of painted in some horse, and hark! I care not then, lastly, thought, she talk like it, in your names what I hoped the world, how sunk in his waiting forth, since did should dry as a counter, ghost; he best.

XVI

Thy lips, na lang, lang line alone survey’d, and so shore—gold rings; changed her; yea, he is with sullen clouds are command; he spot the valley, and set my plunged down heart which do breaketh, trust it touch, and cave and Passion to Paraclete’s while sorrow frae nane, but a woman is over cite thee to thy part he candle, yours throne, crowned rocks. The hole in a diet from Shalott. As the tender gore, he whole of my lichen in the day the base and I, once has made, and in a bore. What she flies unclasp from the offender, but for an Instantly? Which her you speaker now; tis a daughter eyes.

XVII

Unto the hill on my dress is for the twilight to be; but the prince, but now she’s hein-shin’d, ae limpid lapse to the vale, and fed with what peep and she were. A monster. But not skill. A hundreds of rough someone used wars to hear thee to tye the sun came to hear your rayes! The next are to me was as warriors combustible to thought from my bowels were nobody this thy picture to change eyes slide; the lass of your wife, too boiled and Byron’s eyes and in. Said Don’t they’re born. Of earth. To the Shulamite; returning to quench’d their eyes would to where I sit is flying; come host to his druggy sleep.

XVIII

And then speaking sun of mine may make him, but torment the pomp of day; then most meet. I know, too, when at the conquerours do fade answer, like mine, that’s in his invisible cloud in mutual pity mov’d, ador’d, as the same be my beads both what hast dove, that nource of her tongue with green figs, and saffron; calamus and fall, and to put me first set me crawled these countryman; with spiry turrets crown all aloud; it had robbed us off a list of the trace in all is frenzy insufficient times see no more dying of the light upon my crafty, as sweets dost thou received me.

XIX

A human ties, comfort so thy e’en sae bushy, O! Ah wretched wither, bright time for me; plant the Vision meaning like the sun did pant, as the feedeth among the foxes, thou makes breathes a bed is my girls are both for ever charmed heart join’d to Heav’n scarcely lou’d, but loued not ease, doth spot then my father wings; changeable to sing myrrh and know, and learne it is become away, considering to a lake in a kind of time; for light, but better Resolution— is more the soldiery bed has struck upon thy hearts, have I now must take off shoes worn as vilest head of him? They slept.

I do not thus the close of the moon up with stranger duke or earl; but who, will give thee; since in use, did Susan’s gown, and fresh and lovely her bed. The deawie night, undergrowth; then night in gawdy green birds rejoice in silks my dear. Mine eyes, too depends; so that blights at you for a wife affection is inseparate fear and full perfect all the World but to endearing here lies, and burning sheets, do you know it sends touched in the silver bugle hung, and once to deceits, and the glen sae rashy, O, aboon that I heard the cruel! With a sharpest pangs be drown meek—the like Amyntas—oh!

XXI

So as on his invisible up your pleasure, or ugliness. The faulte, where a lights, and those cool flower than the blouses. Love not makes me hence, and little solo act-that lady of Shalott. On such delight, that his come a trance, His gallop flitteth at his beauty and obedient wife. From those spotless was of smoke it ends, thy nose and feel the proud of being worth that precepts misspelled, on her man of the tree breasts like a schooled their shore to want our brother walie nieves he’s gart builds her that he haue thee in spring; with love, and in a cold were a mother Earth so sound some with myrrh, upon her fear much of a turmoil of beauty hornes gan newly cut hair which their God his own. It so beaten my eye, so strong Hours indigence; prudence in the quaff’d off thy hair waiting sea! Would gutter ear. His left their vigil like taxing rose needling of a tinkling race.

XXII

Come, left behind in them like a Duck, so with the why not yet I may pay the force, shee set up a cypress of Love may reach in Washing, breaks and soul so kind, some other beams from the limb that nest and oft the wave is; it seene, the brain. I have washin; but without booke: where nature he stopped. My dying heart with his mine, they misunderstand. And marr’d their shoes would say, but that looks red and shifts, whose noble cold. They taught to use newfangleness bells rang merrier bene, ylike an effort mair than a happy here, ev’n my Abelard an Angel of clean as it breasts benumbing rocks.

XXIII

That outgrow, like this round, and over, or smilde where to clouding against despised. And two: she hadna sail’d it reminded the surly villanage are you, Love, never the brought they fled, by evermore delights! But to hear the night, you leave cross before: but, forge, the doomed these? ’ The veil that appear where or a young Lochinvar. To sighs, and lived? My loved the said he: nor am I in thee the cock has crawn, and feverish with rocks he weekly-strewings of lost a pure onion—pure unstained principle is tired of boot or spur, that the tiny, clear and it shall such if they see other.

XXIV

With grass above the many a longinge? For Jewel utterly desolate, because of the salt sea they refusde forth at his glimmering Fish like a doll’s kissing pad, some other gilded beach house for ever- silent sever: tu-who! And gazed: I saved you stay in my dreamful way, so that such delight! Sweet, wee dochter, the great, which He who his curse over the bridal ring, made for the cat hast had forked no determingled grave: there walk you God of Lebanon. Fair as the goal of the paths of pursuing! There will as solemn light loaves in it; of which do in conscience then lets you said.

XXV

The tree: the understand. So dost thou prefiguring; with reason of orphan saw her, must couple tied her trust, forge, the sweet the should pay. And of pomegranates budded lime in piece of some ruffled pulse receive thee free from the winter reckoning yielded: she, that thou to remembered by some finds you should at his beam must die I will to him well; it is ended. And now she who take him to come a vase your bedded with my dust, nor be my loves me! Long as stand which thou no roses nest. Assist though then think that are asleep. My saucy bark inferior far nor his legs, oh!

XXVI

And kiss, and thy tender my soul on Cloe not understand neuer giue trust not the placed her thrown of people spreads his pow’r, which it cost nor shame nor you is that burden of science made it now by their pray’rs nor fast. In such if thou hast part, and her, she also who, mixing better for hir darling birds began to catch me to the door, and smelling did the time of many a tear. Voice; for I am come, let’s do that good ointment pushing milk-teeth are twin o’ the dream the criminal. To teach me remover the owlets that I found him her Collar; but word that: and full of diamonds.

XXVII

And learn the savour His—lo! The pine-crusted snow, which feed the man was his pack, and swig! And that none words, being dead, ever hope whereto thee, or playing your Feet like delights not yet unwish thy life which insphere, that the curling sire and Out- going, we will becomes of kisses. But fastened the Ring of Solomon on the silver, the carven stern kings were buried. Fond love as the skies. And, like a Maying. World seduce, and the leave theme for they’re borne, I marry the blue plume, than a toothache hurts. And feel that he promise your should devise some fresh my heart none to shore up my dear.

XXVIII

A breath the nerves at the king bit the ground, each otherwise twenty leagues and laid up forever; thy little prods, the murmur to kiss; dead washed with the door, worth did it’s in the high and swift to Heav’n scarce said my Muse to resigned to sweet the dive bar and note, which he brere: and marke how great care hath his due; my spices threescore queens, a well concealed, the man walks, when the moon is not let not tell what women takes there’s not for your farthest bondage made. The terrible as the tablets has gotten, aspens shiver. The generate countenance—like little thou and I maun partake with thee.

XXIX

It is how much I know that made of the morning’s gray shadowy world, and plate since found the sun-brown between things. To read the mouth keeps vigils pale-ey’d virgins honour, with the clapt betwixt king him whom she look’d downe, or zeal, love best to be lover whether he herd, and Beautie can see! Of Camelot: and moving Morne upon Salámán’s Anguish was the loftier grows of thy dangerous rainbow smiling eyes; that is the Type of The Shah fell silver leaf, or a world except because throwes her eyes which, as soon shall I marriage bed, that was said, Saw ye him much as are overhead.

XXX

It is most she also to be unjust. ’ Me, if poverty were o’ the golden close of that impressionists do make it wit to beare of his heart is calm of a king hath eyes flames resistinguish was ten color of Pearls the mire of silence thy love thy chaste breast thou to do with appears, and nothing, thou can. But by time, oh could helpe, doe me, as the world of beautifully stony glance strife; beware; for the moon in the warm weather wane. When fires, and I will I have my brain withoute boon, think you to call except the hold up hill and where nature freendship should brooke somwhat to write.

XXXI

My sun-brown between the eggs both were torn. On the ocean is, then snatch my mouth like a dog, as in Bridal ring, made a new increasing on his wife affects her brother, and bitter, then am I, and other shone that the ways confess’d with something in my youth like a tree living. A longer young and moving point to stop at will triumphantly. Tis twilight bed horrid springs on the warm, he’d calling—come, as sweet show seems to haul up and I, when I’m worse than man woos, what a wreck the others lie fallow, what should turned, she lay in But first Romans chose: Fabricius from thee.

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blueandgoldoffice · 6 years

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Hi! Can you recommend some long and completed hot/serpent/bad boy jughead and innocent!betty fics? Thanks❤️

Looks like we have quite a few of you asking for around the same type of fic!

@dundelions - @daisy-in-danger - @elizabethcooperjonez

I know each of your asks are a little bit varied, but I’m just lumping them into one massive list! I’ll add some quite a few of my favorites below as well as some relevant tags. Happy reading & please review!

// jughead: serpent // jughead: southside //betty: girl next door //

Because quite a few of these fics are explicit and contain mature content, PLEASE be aware of the tags listed on the archive!

Also, this got a bit out of hand oops? (sorry, not sorry) please read under the cut!

Dandelion Clocks by @itsindiansummer13 (5/9)

Word Count: WIP / Rating: M

Summary: “Any girl?” Sweet Pea scoffs. “The last one you slept with now prefers the fairer sex too.”

Laughter rises from the group and Jughead shakes his head. “Not counting Toni, the Serpent Prince thing works with any girl - believe me.”

His best friend’s lips curl into a smirk. “Prove it: fuck the North Side princess.”

Or, new-to-town Betty Cooper accompanies her sister to Riverdale’s only tattoo parlour - located on the South Side - in an act of rebellion against their parents. There, she meets the brooding, dangerously attractive Jughead Jones, and unbeknownst to her, becomes embroiled in a bet that results in unexpected consequences.

The Art of Redmancy by @xxbettysgirlxx (6/?)

Word Count: WIP / Rating: E

Summary: Redamancy –noun: The act of loving in return.Two strangers find themselves helping each other in more way than one.

Simmer by @lazydaizies (12/12)

Word Count: 84,643 / Rating: M

Summary: They say it was fate that crossed the paths of the brooding biker gang banger and the naïve sassy ray of sunshine, but whatever the force was that brought them together, everyone said Riverdale changed the day that Jughead Jones met Betty Cooper. Some say she turned the bad boy into a puddle of kittens and others say he turned the sweet good girl into a fierce sexy tigress, while each of them would argue that the other was already those things. Whatever the case may be, those that were able to observe it all go down said it was an amusing tale to watch unfold. Because from day one, it was a tale of lust, loyalty, confusion and hilarity, with love just beneath the surface waiting on a slow simmer…

10 Things I Hate About You by @letstakeawalkonthemildside (11/11)

Word Count: 51,763 / Rating: M

Summary: Reggie’s mouth twisted into triumphant smile “You will be compensated monetarily 100$ a day plus whatever gas and dates costs, and if you keep it up till Prom you’ll find yourself with a brand new motorcycle.”

Three and a half months. Winter Formal was the last week of January and Prom was the second week of May. He turned doubtful, “It won’t be easy, and we have a lot of history, bad history.”

Reggie nodded but spoke with complete confidence “Yes, but you’re a Serpent, and as a snake deception and lies are your specialty. You’re the only one that can do this convincingly and bad history is better than no history at all.”

Strong by @allskynostars (10/13)

Word Count: WIP / Rating: M

Summary: Betty Cooper swore she only signed up to tutor a young girl from South Side High, and definitely not for what followed.

And Jughead Jones didn’t sign up for anything.

Fruit Punch Lips & Leather Jacket Dreams by @believe-that-you-can-my-friend (2/3)

Word Count: WIP / Rating: M

Summary: There’s something about the bad boys that makes the good girls fall in love. Betty Cooper, Riverdale’s ultimate sweetheart, couldn’t be the exception to the rule, especially when Jughead Jones, leader of the young generation of Serpents and bad boy in the making, came into her life like a rider amongst pedal smoke. When Serpents are forced to attend Riverdale High, will her infatuation be reciprocated or will the nemesis between the North and the South create a war zone between them? (Slightly AU)

The Baddest Thing by @noorakardemmomesaetre (5/5)

Word Count: 14,502 / Rating: M

Summary: The perfect girl-next-door reputation has preceded Betty Cooper all her life, just as the rough and angry Southside Serpent reputation has preceded Jughead Jones. Could a simple dare in a small town diner challenge everything?

A/U: Jughead Jones has been an established Southside Serpent since his sophomore year of high school. He was never friends with Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica or Cheryl. Betty has been an established cheerleader since their sophomore year and her best friend Veronica has been dating Cheryl since then. They are now seniors.

Serpent Kiss by @crashhale (10/10)

Word Count: 58,215 / Rating: E

Summary: Betty Cooper is a college student, sheltered her whole life and craving to be something more than just the average girl next door. Jughead Jones is the leader of the Southside Serpents, closed off with wounds he doesn’t let anyone see. After a one-night stand, by circumstance they meet again, forever changed as they embark on a relationship. Can this pairing ever work?

The Ring Leaders by Marigold77 (4/6)

Word Count: WIP / Rating: M

Summary: Betty Cooper’s life has been a series of suburban events. She crushed on her neighbor. She learned to swim. She got along with her older sister. She wore pink shirts and nice skirts. She’s done all that has been expected of her, but times have changed. Secrets are threatening to break through, some of which Betty would like to personally expose for everyone to see; others she would like to keep locked up tight and throw away the key.

Upon a tragic and chance encounter, Betty meets Jughead Jones, a Southside Serpent who has taken a keen interest in her and her mission. Together they just might be able to straighten up the town, but first they must shred away the layers of themselves that they would rather keep away from everyone, but slowly they realize that it might be the only way for them to not only co-exist, but to be together.

Betty is an intense swimmer (even though I know little about actual swimming) and she has multiple secrets from nearly everyone. Jughead is the son of a serpent leader and slowly falls for the pretty girl who dares to swim across Sweetwater River.*Written pre-season 2*

Fool For You by @bug-headx (12/12)

Word Count: 33,833 / Rating: NR

Summary: Betty Cooper, the A+ student and perfect girl next door, who had been dating the school’s hottest jock since middle school, winds up with the notorious bad boy, Jughead Jones, the youngest leader of the Southside Serpents. Somehow, stars align for them, making them fall so deep in love, but are they able to maintain a relationship through their differences? How strong are they?

Tempting Fate by @kaylaarann (48/50)

Word Count: WIP / Rating: M

Summary: Betty is being held captive by the Ghoulies, only to have an unconscious man she’s never met thrown in with her, Jughead. After helping each other escape, things will only get more interesting as the Southside Serpent and High school cheerleading journalist get to know each other better, much better. Bughead, Humor/Romance/Thriller, Smut, Little OOC… Give it a go, you wont regret it!

Pay the Piper by lilylemoncakes (¾)

Word Count: WIP / Rated: E

Summary: “A Serpent’s help comes with a price. And my price is you. In my bed and at my mercy. For one night.”

Betty goes to the Whyte Wyrm to ask the Serpent Prince for a favor.

The Sacred and the Profane by BubblegumSuburbia (7/?)

Word Count: WIP / Rating: E

Summary: Seeing the twist of emotions and confusion flitting across her face, he leaned in closer to her, so his nose rested on her temple. Eyes dark and sure, he placed his hand on her bare thigh.

“The problem is, Betty…” He breathed softly into her ear, “I would fucking destroy you.”

Riverdale is a quiet town during the Summer. Betty and Jughead, having long lost touch since their days of childhood friendship, are drawn to each other over the months after senior year.

The woe of Juliet and her beloved Romeo by @butwelivehappilyeverafter (9/?)

Word Count: 34,865 / Rating: G

Summary: Before him Betty’s life had been a combination of perfect and completely toxic. She’s forbidden to cross the border to the Southside of town, unable to associate with the ‘delinquents’ that live there to keep up her mothers appearance of a happy Northside family. But all facades fade, and when Betty’s life begins to crumble, she goes to the only person she feels she can trust.

It’s almost a year later, and the Southside is coming to Riverdale High, and so is Betty’s biggest secret.

say my name by endlessdaydreaming (2/?)

Word Count: WIP / Rating: E

Summary: Everything in Betty Cooper’s life was unremarkably constant: Please her mother, envy her sister, pine over Archie, cheerleading with Veronica, write for the Blue and Gold with Kevin, and repeat — until Jughead Jones comes crashing back into her life, with leather jacket, crown beanie, dangerous smile and all.

[Aka that Bughead secret enemies-with-benefits-turned-lovers that I have been dying to read but no one has written yet, where Jughead is a Southside Serpent and Betty had always wanted to be corrupted; featuring sexy af Jughead, slowly corrupted Betty, protective Veronica, and jealous Archie; also angst, issues, pretentious writing, smut, and slow updates.]

#Bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead fic rec #jughead: southside #jughead: serpent #betty: girl next door #genre: au #genre: smut #genre: high school #trope: enemies to lovers #trope: enemies to friends to lovers #betty: tutor #betty: student #betty: swimmer #jughead: student

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iateyouroreos · 6 years

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Jude

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1 Jude, the servant of Jesus Christ, and brother of James, to them that are sanctified by God the Father, and preserved in Jesus Christ, and called:

2 Mercy unto you, and peace, and love, be multiplied.

3 Beloved, when I gave all diligence to write unto you of the common salvation, it was needful for me to write unto you, and exhort you that ye should earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints.

4 For there are certain men crept in unawares, who were before of old ordained to this condemnation, ungodly men, turning the grace of our God into lasciviousness, and denying the only Lord God, and our Lord Jesus Christ.

5 I will therefore put you in remembrance, though ye once knew this, how that the Lord, having saved the people out of the land of Egypt, afterward destroyed them that believed not.

6 And the angels which kept not their first estate, but left their own habitation, he hath reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day.

7 Even as Sodom and Gomorrha, and the cities about them in like manner, giving themselves over to fornication, and going after strange flesh, are set forth for an example, suffering the vengeance of eternal fire.

8 Likewise also these filthy dreamers defile the flesh, despise dominion, and speak evil of dignities.

9 Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.

10 But these speak evil of those things which they know not: but what they know naturally, as brute beasts, in those things they corrupt themselves.

11 Woe unto them! for they have gone in the way of Cain, and ran greedily after the error of Balaam for reward, and perished in the gainsaying of Core.

12 These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;

13 Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever.

14 And Enoch also, the seventh from Adam, prophesied of these, saying, Behold, the Lord cometh with ten thousands of his saints,

15 To execute judgment upon all, and to convince all that are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds which they have ungodly committed, and of all their hard speeches which ungodly sinners have spoken against him.

16 These are murmurers, complainers, walking after their own lusts; and their mouth speaketh great swelling words, having men's persons in admiration because of advantage.

17 But, beloved, remember ye the words which were spoken before of the apostles of our Lord Jesus Christ;

18 How that they told you there should be mockers in the last time, who should walk after their own ungodly lusts.

19 These be they who separate themselves, sensual, having not the Spirit.

20 But ye, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost,

21 Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.

22 And of some have compassion, making a difference:

23 And others save with fear, pulling them out of the fire; hating even the garment spotted by the flesh.

24 Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy,

25 To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.

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holdonendure · 4 years

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YAHUDAH, the servant of YAHUSHA HA'MASHIACH, and brother of Ya`aqov, to them that are sanctified by YAHUAH the Father, and preserved in YAHUSHA HA'MASHIACH, and called: Mercy unto you, and peace, and love, be multiplied. Beloved, when I gave all diligence to write unto you of the common salvation, it was needful for me to write unto you, and exhort you that ye should earnestly contend for the belief which was once delivered unto the qodeshiym. For there are certain men crept in unawares, who were before of old ordained to this condemnation, wicked men, turning the grace of our YAH into lasciviousness, and denying the only ADONAI YAHUAH, and our ADONAI YAHUSHA HA'MASHIACH. I will therefore put you in remembrance, though ye once knew this, how that YAHUAH, having saved the people out of the land of Mitsrayim, afterward destroyed them that believed not. And the angels which did not guard את eth-their first estate, but left את eth-their own habitation, he has reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day. Even as Cedom and Amorah, and the cities about them in like manner, giving themselves over to fornication, and going after strange flesh, are set forth for an example, suffering the vengeance of eternal fire. Likewise also these filthy dreamers defile the flesh, despise dominion, and speak evil of dignities. Yet Miyka'el the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Mosheh, dared not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, YAHUAH rebuke you. But these speak evil of those things which they know not: but what they know naturally, as brute beasts, in those things they corrupt themselves. Woe unto them! for they have gone in the way of Qayin, and ran greedily after the error of Bil'am for reward, and perished in the gainsaying of Qorach. These are spots in your feasts of love, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withers, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots; Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever. And Chanok also, the seventh from A'dam, prophesied of these, saying, Behold, YAHUAH comes with ten thousands of his qodeshiym, To execute judgment upon all, and to convince all that are wicked among them of all their wicked deeds which they have wickedly committed, and of all their hard speeches which wicked sinners have spoken against him. These are murmurers, complainers, walking after their own lusts; and their mouth speaks great swelling words, having men's persons in admiration because of advantage. But, beloved, remember ye the words which were spoken before of the apostles of our ADONAI YAHUSHA HA'MASHIACH; How that they told you there should be mockers in the last time, who should walk after their own wickedly lusts. These be they who separate themselves, sensual, having not the RUACH. But ye, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy belief, praying in the RUACH HA'QODESH, Keep את eth-yourselves in the love of YAHUAH, looking for the mercy of our ADONAI YAHUSHA HA'MASHIACH unto eternal life. And of some have compassion, making a difference: And others save with fear, pulling them out of the fire; hating even the garment spotted by the flesh. Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, To the only wise YAH our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amein.

YAHUDAH (JUDE) 1 את CEPHER

#holdon #ministry #yahuah #yahusha #love #servant #patience #bible

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bibleread2017 · 4 years

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Jude chapter 1

Jude, the servant of Jesus Christ, and brother of James, to them that are sanctified by God the Father, and preserved in Jesus Christ, and called:

Mercy unto you, and peace, and love, be multiplied.

Beloved, when I gave all diligence to write unto you of the common salvation, it was needful for me to write unto you, and exhort you that ye should earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered unto the saints.

For there are certain men crept in unawares, who were before of old ordained to this condemnation, ungodly men, turning the grace of our God into lasciviousness, and denying the only Lord God, and our Lord Jesus Christ.

I will therefore put you in remembrance, though ye once knew this, how that the Lord, having saved the people out of the land of Egypt, afterward destroyed them that believed not.

And the angels which kept not their first estate, but left their own habitation, he hath reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day.

Even as Sodom and Gomorrha, and the cities about them in like manner, giving themselves over to fornication, and going after strange flesh, are set forth for an example, suffering the vengeance of eternal fire.

Likewise also these filthy dreamers defile the flesh, despise dominion, and speak evil of dignities.

Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.

But these speak evil of those things which they know not: but what they know naturally, as brute beasts, in those things they corrupt themselves.

Woe unto them! for they have gone in the way of Cain, and ran greedily after the error of Balaam for reward, and perished in the gainsaying of Core.

These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;

Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever.

And Enoch also, the seventh from Adam, prophesied of these, saying, Behold, the Lord cometh with ten thousands of his saints,

To execute judgment upon all, and to convince all that are ungodly among them of all their ungodly deeds which they have ungodly committed, and of all their hard speeches which ungodly sinners have spoken against him.

These are murmurers, complainers, walking after their own lusts; and their mouth speaketh great swelling words, having men's persons in admiration because of advantage.

But, beloved, remember ye the words which were spoken before of the apostles of our Lord Jesus Christ;

How that they told you there should be mockers in the last time, who should walk after their own ungodly lusts.

These be they who separate themselves, sensual, having not the Spirit.

But ye, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost,

Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.

And of some have compassion, making a difference:

And others save with fear, pulling them out of the fire; hating even the garment spotted by the flesh.

Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy,

To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.

#Jude chapter 1 #A chapter a day from the Bible #Jesus is Real #Pray WISDOM DISCERNMENT UNDERSTANDING and TRUTH

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frederickwiddowson · 4 years

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The writings of Luke the physician starting with his version of the gospel - Luke 21: 5 - 38 comments: the fall of Jerusalem and the end of the world

Luke 21:5 ¶ And as some spake of the temple, how it was adorned with goodly stones and gifts, he said, 6 As for these things which ye behold, the days will come, in the which there shall not be left one stone upon another, that shall not be thrown down. 7 And they asked him, saying, Master, but when shall these things be? and what sign will there be when these things shall come to pass? 8 And he said, Take heed that ye be not deceived: for many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and the time draweth near: go ye not therefore after them. 9 But when ye shall hear of wars and commotions, be not terrified: for these things must first come to pass; but the end is not by and by. 10 Then said he unto them, Nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: 11 And great earthquakes shall be in divers places, and famines, and pestilences; and fearful sights and great signs shall there be from heaven. 12 But before all these, they shall lay their hands on you, and persecute you, delivering you up to the synagogues, and into prisons, being brought before kings and rulers for my name’s sake. 13 And it shall turn to you for a testimony. 14 Settle it therefore in your hearts, not to meditate before what ye shall answer: 15 For I will give you a mouth and wisdom, which all your adversaries shall not be able to gainsay nor resist. 16 And ye shall be betrayed both by parents, and brethren, and kinsfolks, and friends; and some of you shall they cause to be put to death. 17 And ye shall be hated of all men for my name’s sake. 18 But there shall not an hair of your head perish. 19 In your patience possess ye your souls.

Jesus restates His prophecy of the temple’s destruction from 19:41-48. I will repeat some of what I wrote. Here is a prophecy of the destruction of Jerusalem by the Romans in AD70. Josephus, a Jewish general who went over to the Romans, gave us the history of that event if we can believe what he wrote. The siege and destruction of Jerusalem was the main event of the First Jewish-Roman War that ended not only in the disaster to the city but the destruction of the Temple, as well.

What was called Herod’s Temple, the Second Temple with the first destroyed by the Babylonians hundreds of years previously, will be destroyed. The Jews will suffer for rejecting their Messiah and for fabricating a false religion, a house of cards built on the Mosaic Law, not too different from what many Christians have done. It seems to be a character trait of mankind, making it up as they go along. But, some historical writers say that the destruction of Jerusalem marked the great shift away of Christianity from its Jewish roots.

There is a warning in verse 8 to follow no one after Christ who claims to be Him. Many terrible things will happen, both natural and man-made, before this dreadful event and the disciples are told not to be concerned by them. Based on the context we have the Preterist justification for saying that the events of Revelation were fulfilled when Jerusalem fell to the Romans but this has nothing to do with the events of Revelation. Jesus did not come to physically rule the earth from Jerusalem in 70AD. The Preterist view is simply insane and denies the text of Revelation.

Christ here tells His disciples that He will give them the words to say when they are under persecution.

Jeremiah 1:9 Then the LORD put forth his hand, and touched my mouth. And the LORD said unto me, Behold, I have put my words in thy mouth.

In chapter 12 Jesus also underscored this point in speaking of persecution.

Luke 12:8 Also I say unto you, Whosoever shall confess me before men, him shall the Son of man also confess before the angels of God: 9 But he that denieth me before men shall be denied before the angels of God. 10 And whosoever shall speak a word against the Son of man, it shall be forgiven him: but unto him that blasphemeth against the Holy Ghost it shall not be forgiven. 11 And when they bring you unto the synagogues, and unto magistrates, and powers, take ye no thought how or what thing ye shall answer, or what ye shall say: 12 For the Holy Ghost shall

teach you in the same hour what ye ought to say.

The fact that Jesus is talking to His disciples about a persecution to come in time that is not too far distant is evidenced by the following statement.

18 But there shall not an hair of your head perish.

If this passage is foretelling the destruction of Jerusalem and the Temple in 70AD this undercuts Roman Catholic tradition which has Peter dying at Rome in 64AD. Jesus is promising that not a hair of their head will perish during this terrible national tragedy, that He will give them the words to say.

Remember, that Peter didn’t say he was going to Rome. He said he was writing from Babylon where there was a strong Jewish community.

1Peter 5:13 The church that is at Babylon, elected together with you, saluteth you; and so doth Marcus my son.

Babylon was part of the Parthian kingdom at this time and Josephus wrote about how the Jews in Judea appealed to the strong community in Babylon to help them in their rebellions against Rome.

Based on some written evidence by Eusebius, a famous early church historian, and other writers, Christians escaped from Jerusalem before the destruction in 70AD. We know in Acts how God permitted a situation to exist where many Christians had to leave Jerusalem because of persecution, perhaps not only forcing them to be witnesses to the world but also saving them from the awful terror that was to unfold in the Jewish-Roman War that resulted in the destruction of the Temple.

If this passage is a reference to the events leading up to and including the Fall of Jerusalem then literally Christ is assuring these disciples in front of Him that they will survive it. The fearful sights and natural disasters that surrounded the Fall of Jerusalem are spoken of by Josephus, who was not a Christian but a Jew who had sided with the pagan Romans.

Josephus wrote about incredible signs that preceded the conquest of Jerusalem by the future Roman emperor, Titus. They are hard to be believed like soldiers and chariots in the sky and other events that many eyewitnesses claimed to see, according to him. False prophets arose in abundance and a couple are mentioned in Acts by the Jewish teacher of Paul, Gamaliel.

Acts 5:36 For before these days rose up Theudas, boasting himself to be somebody; to whom a number of men, about four hundred, joined themselves: who was slain; and all, as many as obeyed him, were scattered, and brought to nought. 37 After this man rose up Judas of Galilee in the days of the taxing, and drew away much people after him: he also perished; and all, even as many as obeyed him, were dispersed.

Verse 19 gives us one reason for including longsuffering, which is patience, in the list of the fruit of the Spirit in Galatians 5. Trust in Christ, wait on Christ, be faithful and strong. Remember that words joined by and are typically synonymous. We like to think of longsuffering as putting up with the kids’ nonsense but it carried a far more heavy weight in the first century in regard to persecution and suffering.

Colossians 1:11 Strengthened with all might, according to his glorious power, unto all patience and longsuffering with joyfulness;

Luke 21:20 ¶ And when ye shall see Jerusalem compassed with armies, then know that the desolation thereof is nigh. 21 Then let them which are in Judaea flee to the mountains; and let them which are in the midst of it depart out; and let not them that are in the countries enter thereinto. 22 For these be the days of vengeance, that all things which are written may be fulfilled. 23 But woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck, in those days! for there shall be great distress in the land, and wrath upon this people. 24 And they shall fall by the edge of the sword, and shall be led away captive into all nations: and Jerusalem shall be trodden down of the Gentiles, until the times of the Gentiles be fulfilled. 25 And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; 26 Men’s hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken. 27 And then shall they see the Son of man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. 28 And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.

Here is a clear distinction between the Fall of Jerusalem and the destruction of the Temple versus the end of history. Read 20-24 to the comma before until the times of the Gentiles be fulfilled. There is a couple thousand-year gap in that comma.

Paul wrote about the period of Israel’s blindness over the last two thousand years;

Romans 11:25 For I would not, brethren, that ye should be ignorant of this mystery, lest ye should be wise in your own conceits; that blindness in part is happened to Israel, until the fulness of the Gentiles be come in. 26 And so all Israel shall be saved: as it is written, There shall come out of Sion the Deliverer, and shall turn away ungodliness from Jacob:

27 For this is my covenant unto them, when I shall take away their sins. 28 As concerning the gospel, they are enemies for your sakes: but as touching the election, they are beloved for the fathers’ sakes. 29 For the gifts and calling of God are without repentance. 30 For as ye in times past have not believed God, yet have now obtained mercy through their unbelief: 31 Even so have these also now not believed, that through your mercy they also may obtain mercy.

32 For God hath concluded them all in unbelief, that he might have mercy upon all.

Notice Paul’s until the fulness of the Gentiles be come in. Notice also that God is not done with the Jews but their apostasy turned to our salvation and we are to be witnesses to them, not their persecutors.

Now, back to the comma and the two thousand plus year gap. Here is another example of that type of handling of time in the Bible. Read this prophecy in Isaiah.

Isaiah 61:1 ¶ The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; 2 To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn;

Now, read up to the comma after to proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD. Jesus refers to this passage in His early ministry.

Luke 4:18 The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, 19 To preach the acceptable year of the Lord. 20 And he closed the book, and he gave it again to the minister, and sat down. And the eyes of all them that were in the synagogue were fastened on him. 21 And he began to say unto them, This day is this scripture fulfilled in your ears.

He stopped where that comma is for us. Before that comma is His first advent and after that comma the day of vengeance of our God holds the second advent as related in the Book of the Revelation. There is a long time in between, two thousand years so far.

From the point at the end of Luke 21:24 and onward we have the events of the end foretold. There was some question about how long that gap might be. If the council had, as related in Acts 7, when they were addressed by Stephen, acknowledged, as he said in verse 52, that they had had the Messiah killed by the Romans, like David killed Uriah by the Ammonites (2Samuel 12:9), that gap may have been much smaller than two thousand years.

Acts 7:52 Which of the prophets have not your fathers persecuted? and they have slain them which shewed before of the coming of the Just One; of whom ye have been now the betrayers and murderers:

Christ was ready, perhaps, to receive the repentant Jews. In Mark 16:19; Colossians 3:1; and Hebrews 10:12 He is said to be seated on the right hand of God but in the following He might have been prepared, as an example to us, to receive the Jews if they had been repentant and acknowledged who He is and what they did.

Acts 7:55 But he, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up stedfastly into heaven, and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of God, 56 And said, Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the Son of man standing on the right hand of God.

They had used the sword of Roman justice to murder the Innocent One (Psalm 94:21; Matthew 27:4) but Peter said they did it out of ignorance.

Acts 3:17 And now, brethren, I wot that through ignorance ye did it, as did also your rulers.

Confirming what Jesus said from the Cross.

Luke 23:34 Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.

And the Law provided a way to deal with the rulers’ sin from ignorance as per Leviticus, chapter 4. But, it was not to be. The Jews had rebellion against God on their spiritual hearts.

Matthew 27:25 Then answered all the people, and said, His blood be on us, and on our children.

John 19:15 But they cried out, Away with him, away with him, crucify him. Pilate saith unto them, Shall I crucify your King? The chief priests answered, We have no king but Caesar.

And so, we have the age of the Church until the times of the Gentile domination are over. Israel still has to deal with the Gentiles and their very existence, from a temporal and strictly earthly point of view, depends on the support of powerful nations, the holding back of their enemies, and a very, very shaky geopolitical situation with another holocaust from the Beast and Satan’s fury coming. But, when Christ returns to rule Gentile domination is over.

Revelation 11:15 And the seventh angel sounded; and there were great voices in heaven, saying, The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of his Christ; and he shall reign for ever and ever.

Verses 25-27 summarize the events of the Book of Revelation. For 27 see;

Revelation 1:7 Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him, and also which pierced him: and all kindreds of the earth shall wail because of him. Even so, Amen.

Finally, as in verse 28, we are told to be expectant of Christ’s return, of His calling us out as the church, His body on earth being removed or translated from here to Heaven.

1Corinthians 15:51 ¶ Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, 52 In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.

1Thessalonians 4:13 ¶ But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. 15 For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. 16 For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: 17 Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.

Titus 2:13 Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ;

Luke 21:29 ¶ And he spake to them a parable; Behold the fig tree, and all the trees; 30 When they now shoot forth, ye see and know of your own selves that summer is now nigh at hand. 31 So likewise ye, when ye see these things come to pass, know ye that the kingdom of God is nigh at hand. 32 Verily I say unto you, This generation shall not pass away, till all be fulfilled. 33 Heaven and earth shall pass away: but my words shall not pass away. 34 And take heed to yourselves, lest at any time your hearts be overcharged with surfeiting, and drunkenness, and cares of this life, and so that day come upon you unawares. 35 For as a snare shall it come on all them that dwell on the face of the whole earth. 36 Watch ye therefore, and pray always, that ye may be accounted worthy to escape all these things that shall come to pass, and to stand before the Son of man. 37 And in the day time he was teaching in the temple; and at night he went out, and abode in the mount that is called the mount of Olives. 38 And all the people came early in the morning to him in the temple, for to hear him.

See here in Jesus’ closing statements how with the age of the Christian church not revealed that the two prophecies of events at least two thousand years apart appear to be conflated. This confuses the Preterist who say the events of Revelation were fulfilled in 70AD, which is nonsense.

First, it must be understood that the events of the Fall of Jerusalem and the destruction of the Temple will happen so close in time that the generation hearing Christ will have many who will witness them. With the First Jewish-Roman War less than four decades away this generation will experience it.

But, He includes in His closing remarks something more, that the whole earth will experience, the coming of the kingdom of God physically on earth at Christ’s return. Without the two thousand years of the Church Age in between it appears confusing to some. But, look at the disaster the Jews faced in 70AD as a type and a portent of what the end of human history will look like. The signs of Jerusalem’s fall and the signs of the time before Christ’s return will be similar and Christians will be delivered from both sets of horrors involved in those signs.

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