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mermaidsirennikita · 11 months

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Since you’ve done a list of HR heroes ranked by how likely they are to get pegged, can you do the same for IAD heroes?

Ummmmmm yes lol. THANKS. I will leave out Cas and Mirceo from Shadow's Seduction, as they're together, have dicks, and enjoy fucking each other with them, so I don't think we need to clarify that.

Random one-off future heroes or just someone else:

Kristoff: sweeping prediction, if any IAD hero gets pegged on the page it's gonna be Kristoff because he's with literal valkyrie queen Furie

Heath the Werepire: he has lost his werewolfitude and ability to love... can his fated mate Kosmina teach him to enjoy a prostate massage again? Find out in Heath's book!

Thad: can't comment because even though he's thousands of years old, he's baby, and I KNOW he's tried to talk to Lothaire about some some feminist sex conference he's been to at his local university, and I know he was like "have you ever attempted to use a butt plug on yourself while attempting to understand the patriarchy Mr. Lothaire", and I know Lothaire broke his legs again

Rune Darklight, Sweet Ruin. Listen I've gotta say, Rune gets pegged multiple times a week, and anyone who wants to fight me can talk to the wall.

Murdoch Wroth, Untouchable. So Murdoch and Dani are into it, and I'm absolutely sure she pegged him with an icicle off-page in that book.

Cadeon Woede, Dark Desires After Dusk. Cade has been pegged often, he's into it, and Holly is down for it even if she has drink some margaritas beforehand.

Conrad Roth, Dark Needs at Night's Edge. Conrad and Neomi do it, they enjoy it, it's kinda therapeutic, they cry, and he for sure rips the strap off her and fucks the shit out of her. Every time. I can see how this would be written, and it is vivid.

Lothaire Daciano, Lothaire. NOT AS HIGH AS YOU WOULD THINK!!!! Obviously, Ellie pegs Lothaire, duh. But do I think it's a top priority? No. However, I also think that Ellie and Lothaire's sex life is very dependent on this idea that she's a brat and he just can't handle her and then he snaps, so like. There are OTHER acts that probably suit them more. When they do it, I imagine much blood is shed and sheets have to be burned.

Thronos Talos, Dark Skye. Obviously, Thronos was raised by the Magical Mormon Angels, so he has some religious conditioning to unpack, but Lanthe is about it and we know canonically that Thronos ate his own cum out of her on the reg so. I'm sure it's a regular thing.

Bowen MacRieve, Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night. Bowen and Mariketa have one of the earlier sorta of semi-femdom scenes in the series, the first time they have sex when Mariketa uses tree vines to magically restrain Bowen while they're fucking because he's in Beast mode. I think EVERY werewolf has been pegged, because they're inherent pleasers. I think BOWEN has been pegged while the Beast is out, with the help of Mari's magic.

Nikolai Wroth, The Warlord Wants Forever. I think Myst has a pretty dominant energy, and I'm sure it's come up and been tried because Nikolai actually isn't that experienced. Do I think it's enjoyed? Yes. Do I think it's routine? No.

Sebastian Wroth, No Rest for the Wicked. UMMMM I think that's a yes. However, I actually don't think they do it often, because Kaderin is like... yeah, she chains him up and sucks him off while he's chained, but Kaderin is surprisingly into his big unexpected shows of dominance. So when it does happen, I think he flips the game on her and starts riding it.

Munro MacRieve, Munro. One of the least toxically masculine IAD heroes, for sure Munro was pegged before he met Kereny (because he was a slut) and he would be pegged after.

Sian Infernas, Wicked Abyss. Sian is someone who I feel like probably said something homophobic about pegging in the past, but he learned, got better, and is ultimately a simp.

Lachlain MacRieve, A Hunger Like No Other. I think that Lachlain is probably not SUPER into pegging, but I also think that what Emma wants, Emma gets. Like, Emma is def getting pregnant before this series is over, whether or not Lachlain wants to wait until after the Apocalypse. If she pegged him while drinking his blood, I think he'd be SUUUUUPER into it.

Declan Chase, Dreams of a Dark Warrior. I think DC has a lot of trauma and control issues surrounding that trauma, but I also think Regin is into it, he's into getting beaten up by Regin, and he'd probably be down if it was REEEEEEEALLY kinky. Like, restraints, blindfolds, gags, she's telling him an elaborate story during.

Uilleam MacRieve, MacRieve. Obviously, MacRieve has a lot of sexual trauma, and I do think he's very control-based, but once he finds his zen with Chloe he seems really loosey-goosey about sex, soooooo. I'm sure it's happening. Buuuut it didn't happen before Chloe, because I think it's canon that after he grew up, MacRieve only had sex doggy style in full Beast mode until her. He didn't even EAT PUSSY until Chloe. He was a LOST MAN. That's why all the other werewolves looked at him with SADNESS and PITY. He was the Rudolph of Clan MacRieve, but instead of being a red-nosed reindeer he was the one who had not performed cunnilingus with VERVE AND PANACHE.

Garreth MacRieve, Pleasure of a Dark Prince. OBVIOUSLY. OBVIOUSLY. Garreth has been pegged, and he will be pegged again, but I actually don't think he and Lucia do it often because like... Lucia is reeeeally subby with Garreth. And you can be submissive and peg someone, but I just feel like their dynamic is very "you're tired, I take care of you", and I don't think they do it much. Not because of a lack of desire, but I think that Garreth and Lucia have like, extremely passionate yet interestingly vanilla sex. But it's so weirdly emotional that it somehow seems kinky. Garreth and Lucia look into each other's eyes as they kiss, tongues and all.

Trehan Daciano, Shadow's Claim. Eh. I don't think Trehan is that adventurous, and I don't think Bettina's that curious. Give them a while.

Malkolm Slaine, Demon from the Dark. So Malkolm, I think, would be potentially open to it? But he's very very traumatized from the abuse he suffered as a child, and I think it would be too stressful.

Rydstrom Weode, Kiss of a Demon King. Yeah so Sabine is very much too lazy to do this, Rydstrom would never trust her to care for sex toys or lube so it's a lot of work, and I'll be honest, I looooove Rydstrom, he is a TOP hero for me, but lol, Rydstrom is NOT down for that.

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likeniobe · 10 months

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“This I advise as my selfe would be advised if in such extremity, and this i say to you my dearest Cosin, and would say, though I knew it were mine owne brother had caused this mischeife.” “Your brother,” said Pamphilia, “if faulty, might yet challenge more care from you, and testimonie of love, who ought as a sister rather to hide, or cover his imperfection.” “So I would to any, but to you,” said Urania, “who suffer I perceive so extreamely for him.” “Pardon me,” said she, “I accuse him not, farre is it from my heart to blame him, which causelesly I should doe. You therefore conclude too briefly on my words […]”

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poemoftheday · 1 year

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Poem of the Day 6 December 2022

Song: “Love, a child, is ever crying” By Lady Mary Wroth LOVE, a child, is ever crying; Please him, and he straight is flying; Give him, he the more is craving, Never satisfied with having. His desires have no measure; 5 Endless folly is his treasure; What he promiseth he breaketh; Trust not one word that he speaketh. He vows nothing but false matter; And to cozen you will flatter; 10 Let him gain the hand, he’ll leave you And still glory to deceive you. He will triumph in your wailing; And yet cause be of your failing: These his virtues are, and slighter 15 Are his gifts, his favours lighter. Feathers are as firm in staying; Wolves no fiercer in their preying; As a child then, leave him crying; Nor seek him so given to flying. 20

#Poetry #poem of the day #poem #Mary wroth

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queen-of-the-icemark · 3 months

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Tag game for the poets and poetically inclined! I was tagged by @goneahead. Thanks for thinking of me!

A poem that tends to pop into your mind:

Sonnet 77 from "A Crown of Sonnets Dedicated to Love," by Mary Sydney Wroth. It was the focus of my senior thesis, so there was a point I had it memorized.

In this strange labyrinth how shall I turn? Ways are on all sides, while the way I miss: If to the right hand, there, in love I burn; Let me go forward, therein danger is.

If to the left, suspicion hinders bliss; Let me turn back, shame cries I ought return, Nor faint, though crosses with my fortune kiss; Stand still is harder, although sure to mourn.

Thus let me take the right, or left hand way, Go forward, or stand still, or back retire: I must these doubts endure without allay Or help, but travail find for my best hire.

Yet that which most my troubled sense doth move, Is to leave all, and take the thread of Love.

One Line in a Song

Yuusha, by YOASOBI. It's so beautiful, but so bittersweet.

Still, your words, your wishes, your courage, even now live on vividly inside me.

One line in a movie

"I want my father back, you son of a bitch." The Princess Bride.

A word you'll avoid for fear of over-usage

Shock, in the emotional sense. I noticed it popping up a lot in the story I'm writing. Making use of synonyms so my protagonist isn't perpetually shocked.

One word that is you, metaphorically (no explanation)

Susurrus.

Tagging @somebodyssongbird, @peakogreen, and @dark-moon-in-the-night

#tag game #poetry #writing

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octaviasdread · 7 months

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Okay so first you're a big inspiration to me, you're so cultivated and your writing is *chief kiss*. Second: who are your favourite poets? (I know it's a tough question but I just got home from my poetry class and there's nothing else on my mind)

cultivated!? that is my new favourite word - it sounds way better than nerd, haha

and snap! cus I got your ask on my walk home from romantic lit class <3

as for my favourite poets? that's a difficult question (but a fun one!)

I consistently gravitate towards Percy Bysshe Shelly, Charlotte Smith, Anne Bannerman, Walt Whitman, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Frank O'Hara, Christina Rossetti, and Emily Brontë.

but there are also specific poems I adore like 'Lines of Life' by Letitia Elizabeth Landon, 'Fugue' by Louise Glück, Lady Mary Wroth's Sonnet Sequence, 'Rime of the Ancient Mariner' by Samuel Taylor-Coleridge, Allen Ginsburg's 'Howl,' and 'The Wasteland' by T.S. Eliot.

I’d love to know about yours!

#thank you <33 #discovering new poets daily as a uni student #but it also means I have very few books with me rn #and I need to search for everything I wanna read so pls recs are so welcome #CO Posts #answered asks #poetry

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pugzman3 · 10 months

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Matthew 2:11-23 KJV

11 And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.

12 And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way.

13 And when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.

14 When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt:

15 And was there until the death of Herod: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son. (Hos 11:1)

16 Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth, and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently enquired of the wise men.

17 Then was fulfilled that which was spoken by Jeremy the prophet, saying,

18 In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not. (Jer 31:15)

19 But when Herod was dead, behold, an angel of the Lord appeareth in a dream to Joseph in Egypt,

20 Saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and go into the land of Israel: for they are dead which sought the young child's life.

21 And he arose, and took the young child and his mother, and came into the land of Israel.

22 But when he heard that Archelaus did reign in Judaea in the room of his father Herod, he was afraid to go thither: notwithstanding, being warned of God in a dream, he turned aside into the parts of Galilee:

23 And he came and dwelt in a city called Nazareth: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophets, He shall be called a Nazarene. (Isa 53:1-12, Isa 11:1, Jer 33:5, Zechariah 3:8, 6:12)

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bookoformon · 8 months

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Alma Chapter 47. "Poison."

Amalickiah uses treachery, murder, and intrigue to become king of the Lamanites—The Nephite dissenters are more wicked and ferocious than the Lamanites. About 72 B.C. "The Spout" continues.

SO what is it about this dirty, dirty dog, Amalickiah that made people fall in love with him and made them consider putting a crown on his head? Why do we do it? People like Charles Mary, Bashar Assad, Donald Trump, Vladimir Putin, all war criminals and scoundrels of the lowest standards, all of them are in charge of our lives and why is this? How could this possibly be on a world with almost 8 billion other possibilities?

Because we are no good. How do we get better? And then put these dirty dogs down? We have to discover all the ways we are better than they, our laws are better than we, and freedom and justice are the best they've ever been.

Recall in the Torah, God sent Moses, Aaron and then Ten Plagues to Egypt to warn all of them the situation in Egypt had to come to an end. Eventually it did, but after one miracle, Pharaoh and the Israelites should have started packing up that day. We never do this.

These next passages of Alma explain what people with sense would do, perhaps someone alive today will grab the bull by the balls and do what has to be done like they suggest.

First there is a Proclamation:

"Every day a bat kol1 emerges from Mount Choreb [Sinai] and proclaims, Woe to mankind for the insult to the Torah. . . " [Avot 6:2]...what is the purpose of this proclamation?

The Baal Shem Tov asked:2 If no one hears this proclamation, what is the use to proclaim it? And how can anyone say that he does hear it, since sensory reality contradicts him? For who can say that he actually hears the proclamations made in Heaven? And even if someone does say that he has heard it, what fool would believe him rather than judge him as a false prophet? Therefore, what is the purpose of this proclamation?

1 Now we will return in our record to Amalickiah and those who had fled with him into the wilderness; for, behold, he had taken those who went with him, and went up in the land of Nephi among the Lamanites, and did stir up the Lamanites to anger against the people of Nephi, insomuch that the king of the Lamanites sent a proclamation throughout all his land, among all his people, that they should gather themselves together again to go to battle against the Nephites.

2 And it came to pass that when the proclamation had gone forth among them they were exceedingly afraid; yea, they feared to displease the king, and they also feared to go to battle against the Nephites lest they should lose their lives. And it came to pass that they would not, or the more part of them would not, obey the commandments of the king.

3 And now it came to pass that the king was wroth because of their disobedience; therefore he gave Amalickiah the command of that part of his army which was obedient unto his commands, and commanded him that he should go forth and compel them to arms.

4 Now behold, this was the desire of Amalickiah; for he being a very subtle man to do evil therefore he laid the plan in his heart to dethrone the king of the Lamanites.

5 And now he had got the command of those parts of the Lamanites who were in favor of the king; and he sought to gain favor of those who were not obedient; therefore he went forward to the place which was called Onidah, for thither had all the Lamanites fled; for they discovered the army coming, and, supposing that they were coming to destroy them, therefore they fled to Onidah, to the place of arms.

Onidah= "to chastise with hatred."

ονειδος

The grim noun ονειδος (oneidos) means reproach or rebuke, particularly by someone's confronting words (rather than, say, subliminal gossip or a simmering reputation). This word conveys hate expressed, but it doesn't explain why the hate exists (because that is implied). Insults stem mostly from a combination of ignorance and xenophobia, or else from envy and impotence.

Insults are mostly felt by outliers who neither created themselves, nor forged their opinions against their own better judgment, tastes against proper decorum or hope against all odds. Insults are mostly given by dimwits, who believe that all would be well if everybody would just simply be more like them (i.e. normal, typical, average).

6 And they had appointed a man to be a king and a leader over them, being fixed in their minds with a determined resolution that they would not be subjected to go against the Nephites.

There are two selves at work in each of us, one has a conscience one tries to be shifty. Amalickiah tries to appeal to the one that is shifty and start a war using hate speech. I've heard that can happen.

The Lamanites, tired of war, try to avoid him. Then they see the army of Nephites, "the morals and judgements" and they buy in to the rhetoric and prepare for war. This we know, absolutely does happen.

It happens inside the minds of the potato heads, like the ones that for some reason don't like Muslims or Jews and are willing to act all crazy mccrackers about it, and it happens when presidents create concentration camps on US Soil in order to murder immigrants and their children in order to "protect life."

The real criminals, however is the rest of the polity that watches, generation after generation how these dirty, dirty dogs wreck things and no one does a single thing about it. You don't let brontosauruses in mom jeans with home perms who picket and scream all day run your country. When the law says no, you tell them no.

7 And it came to pass that they had gathered themselves together upon the top of the mount which was called Antipas, in preparation to battle.

Antipas means "on the other foot."

The masculine noun פס (pas), often thought to denote the flat of the hand or foot. In the Bible this noun is only used in conjuncture with a garment (Joseph's tunic - Genesis 37:3, or Tamar's robe - 2 Samuel 13:18), which is then assumed to have reached to the hand palms and the foot soles.

Modern translations appear to interpret the spreading conveyed by this verb not so much in the spatial sense but rather in the way it looked; NAS figures that Joseph's tunic was "varicolored," and NIV has "richly ornamented". This may make perfect sense in view of this root's other derivative.

8 Now it was not Amalickiah’s intention to give them battle according to the commandments of the king; but behold, it was his intention to gain favor with the armies of the Lamanites, that he might place himself at their head and dethrone the king and take possession of the kingdom.

9 And behold, it came to pass that he caused his army to pitch their tents in the valley which was near the mount Antipas.

The army of Lamanites is not fighting for a cause or even for itself, it has an agenda it cannot realize: to crown one man who cannot earn the title on his own.

When an army is raised and tents are pitched, this refers to transition between what once was, and what till be as the Torah stated when Gideon, "the testimony" fought the Midianites "father's traditions" explains:

"Gideon also mobilized an army of thirty-two thousand from the tribes of Manasseh, Asher, Zebulun, and Naphtali. In order to encourage his soldiers, Gideon asked for a heavenly sign that the battle they were going to fight would be won.

He placed some fleece on the ground. If the wool became saturated with the dew while the earth around it remained dry, he would know that G‑d was with him. In the morning he discovered that his request had been fulfilled."

32,000= ג‎בי'‎ "my back". God's Face is His love, His back is His wrath. The Torah says persons like this Amalickiah and his army should not be shown love or mercy.

The combination of Manasseh, "to keep what is worthwhile, get rid of the rest", Asher, "happiness", Zebulun, "glorious dwelling place", and Naphtali, "the struggle for justice" is the desired result over the struggle for survival amongst a bunch of mouthy primitives that can't get with the program.

The wool that manifests the dew is on your head; when the mind secretes pure thoughts, which are positively frought with good sense, then the above, a just and happy place, will become possible.

Of all the things one can say, for example, about the Pro-Lifers, glorious or happy is obviously not one of them.

10 And it came to pass that when it was night he sent a secret embassy into the mount Antipas, desiring that the leader of those who were upon the mount, whose name was Lehonti, that he should come down to the foot of the mount, for he desired to speak with him.

Lehonti="the mouth of the pillar of the sun."

11 And it came to pass that when Lehonti received the message he durst not go down to the foot of the mount. And it came to pass that Amalickiah sent again the second time, desiring him to come down. And it came to pass that Lehonti would not; and he sent again the third time.

12 And it came to pass that when Amalickiah found that he could not get Lehonti to come down off from the mount, he went up into the mount, nearly to Lehonti’s camp; and he sent again the fourth time his message unto Lehonti, desiring that he would come down, and that he would bring his guards with him.

13 And it came to pass that when Lehonti had come down with his guards to Amalickiah, that Amalickiah desired him to come down with his army in the night-time, and surround those men in their camps over whom the king had given him command, and that he would deliver them up into Lehonti’s hands, if he would make him (Amalickiah) a second aleader over the whole army.

14 And it came to pass that Lehonti came down with his men and surrounded the men of Amalickiah, so that before they awoke at the dawn of day they were surrounded by the armies of Lehonti.

15 And it came to pass that when they saw that they were surrounded, they pled with Amalickiah that he would suffer them to fall in with their brethren, that they might not be destroyed. Now this was the very thing which Amalickiah desired.

16 And it came to pass that he delivered his men, contrary to the commands of the king. Now this was the thing that Amalickiah desired, that he might accomplish his designs in dethroning the king.

17 Now it was the custom among the Lamanites, if their chief leader was killed, to appoint the second leader to be their chief leader.

18 And it came to pass that Amalickiah caused that one of his servants should administer poison by degrees to Lehonti, that he died.

19 Now, when Lehonti was dead, the Lamanites appointed Amalickiah to be their leader and their chief commander.

20 And it came to pass that Amalickiah marched with his armies (for he had gained his desires) to the land of Nephi, to the city of Nephi, which was the chief city.

21 And the king came out to meet him with his guards, for he supposed that Amalickiah had fulfilled his commands, and that Amalickiah had gathered together so great an army to go against the Nephites to battle.

22 But behold, as the king came out to meet him Amalickiah caused that his servants should go forth to meet the king. And they went and bowed themselves before the king, as if to reverence him because of his greatness.

23 And it came to pass that the king put forth his hand to raise them, as was the custom with the Lamanites, as a token of peace, which custom they had taken from the Nephites.

24 And it came to pass that when he had raised the first from the ground, behold he stabbed the king to the heart; and he fell to the earth.

25 Now the servants of the king fled; and the servants of Amalickiah raised a cry, saying:

26 Behold, the servants of the king have stabbed him to the heart, and he has fallen and they have fled; behold, come and see.

27 And it came to pass that Amalickiah commanded that his armies should march forth and see what had happened to the king; and when they had come to the spot, and found the king lying in his gore, Amalickiah pretended to be wroth, and said: Whosoever loved the king, let him go forth, and pursue his servants that they may be slain.

28 And it came to pass that all they who loved the king, when they heard these words, came forth and pursued after the servants of the king.

29 Now when the servants of the king saw an army pursuing after them, they were frightened again, and fled into the wilderness, and came over into the land of Zarahemla and joined the people of Ammon "the disciples".

30 And the army which pursued after them returned, having pursued after them in vain; and thus Amalickiah, by his fraud, gained the hearts of the people.

31 And it came to pass on the morrow he entered the city Nephi with his armies, and took possession of the city.

32 And now it came to pass that the queen, when she had heard that the king was slain—for Amalickiah had sent an embassy to the queen informing her that the king had been slain by his servants, that he had pursued them with his army, but it was in vain, and they had made their escape—

33 Therefore, when the queen "the government" had received this message she sent unto Amalickiah, desiring him that he would spare the people of the city; and she also desired him that he should come in unto her; and she also desired him that he should bring witnesses with him to testify concerning the death of the king.

34 And it came to pass that Amalickiah took the same servant that slew the king, and all them who were with him, and went in unto the queen, unto the place where she sat; and they all testified unto her that the king was slain by his own servants; and they said also: They have fled; does not this testify against them? And thus they satisfied the queen concerning the death of the king.

35 And it came to pass that Amalickiah sought the favor of the queen, and took her unto him to wife; and thus by his fraud, and by the assistance of his cunning servants, he obtained the kingdom; yea, he was acknowledged king throughout all the land, among all the people of the Lamanites, who were composed of the Lamanites and the Lemuelites and the Ishmaelites, and all the dissenters of the Nephites, from the reign of Nephi down to the present time.

36 Now these dissenters, having the same instruction and the same information of the Nephites, yea, having been instructed in the same knowledge of the Lord, nevertheless, it is strange to relate, not long after their dissensions they became more hardened and impenitent, and more wild, wicked and ferocious than the Lamanites—drinking in with the traditions of the Lamanites; giving way to indolence, and all manner of lasciviousness; yea, entirely forgetting the Lord their God.

The dirty dog Amalickiah cries four times up to the King who's mouth speaks for God that he is not coming up, you come down.

The Gematria for this is 9485, טדחה‎, tedha, "God's House." One goes up to the level of the scripture to understand, one does not bring the knowledge of God down. This has happened in every religion all around the world, the need to opinionate on scripture till nothing makes sense anymore.

This is the essence of the poison, Amalickiah gave his people: Not you, me, not peace, but war, not justice, but filth. This as the passage above says, stabbed the people in the heart, and then the servants of evil pursued those who wanted to remain a Godly people instead and the land, where God and man meet to create civilization was ravished.

Verse 27 says there was a "spot" where the dead king lay. Spots are signs of ritual impurity- sins that accumulate and become a part of life as if there were no Commandments or laws. Amalickiah's ambitions and then his behaviors became the rule of thumb for the rest of the culture.

Spots have to be removed. As the final verse says that cause more and more disease till sin and corruption are pandemic. Then it's so very hard to clean them up, and no one does it. Imagine if President Obama had just closed the Republican Party and the Family Research Council for their "Don't ask don't tell" laws which were a kind of apartheid, or told them to shut the fuck up about their racism and hate speech towards everyone and everything, and punished the shit out of them as the law allowed?

Where would be right now if he had? Perhaps we should ask him. Now his partner, Joe Biden who is worse at confronting our enemies is going to have to reverse the formula named in this chaper of Alma climb down the Mountain and swing his axe till they are all dead or we are never, ever going to have peace on this world.

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libidomechanica · 8 months

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and then to be, thy coral clasps and unlawful forever. Dearest given us letter her showed thee by putting this sick period clos’d her dainties bare we, ’ one

voice with a thoughts to them or explain the fat pillows its guards you, you the sun, that flaws may never came to the harvest moon, or glitter contempt the more. Then burst out Diggon.

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rapt in our maidens, on that boy with a cry as if it the air of the milking- maid, nor double and die, and Good and the Dead, nor tree, by what can get nachos. Round

to horses dart scrutinizing snakes left behind, go sleep below! Stately Pine set in my rose tree. But thine before her Ears with the wedding. Of passion of the Hand of racoon

tongue has else mischiefest complete their west, and make a will; since age is not in fault. Pardon asked off, called him then as sure an effort mair hangs freeze you, only grief does her

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and learn? Hold your ear still dead break for thy though the serpent’s tooth is shun what calls toward fortune ends, but her wept. Moves dark as yonder orphan hate’s know. For the midst of cup as planned!

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~II~

Night, welcome art thou to my minde distrest,

Darke, heauy, sad, yet not more sad then I:

Neuer could’st thou find fitter company

For thine owne humour, then I thus opprest.

If thou beest darke, my wrongs still vnredrest

Saw neuer light, nor smallest blisse can spye:

If heauy ioy from me too fast doth hie,

And care out-goes my hope of quiet rest.

Then now in friendship ioyne with haplesse me,

Who am as sad and darke as thou canst be,

Hating all pleasure or delight of lyfe,

Silence, and griefe, with thee I best doe loue.

And from you three I know I can not moue,

Then let vs liue companions without strife.

-Lady Mary Wroth, Sonnet 37(2)

Dani Hillsbrough, the real world human behind the Elizabeth Forrester avatar, suddenly found herself back in the warm, expansive, antiquated and comfortably familiar library that served as the main menu and entry/exit point for users of the SimuLife console. Shelves, overflowing with books of popular and obscure titles by renowned and unknown authors filled the library reached colossally high to a ceiling out of view and impossibly wide to an unseen horizon. Avatars of other players and fill-in background characters dressed in the various costumes of eras near and far, fact and fiction mixed with the avatars of staff, easily marked with the familiar blue/grey cardigan adorned with the NetNeurality (the mother company of the SimuLife console) logo and assorted non-player characters to form a bustling community of citizens in this ersatz commonwealth that was the SimuLife populace.

A young woman, in her NetNeurality branded sweater, approached Dani, “Welcome back. I’m Annie, an assistant here at the library. I hope you enjoyed your time at Castle Tarleton. It’s always one of our more popular communities. Would you like to start a new adventure in Reinvent:Yourself!, start a new replay in Destination:Anywhere, continue a previous adventure or sign off?”

“Sign off,” Dani replied simply.

“Very good, “said Annie, “This way.”

With a wave of Annie’s hand, a door opened streaming a ray of intensely bright light from floor to ceiling, again impossibly high to see to the top. Dani stepped through. That same familiar melody she heard as Elizabeth was turning played in her ear. The words, “REMOVE HEADSET”, flashed red slowly in front of her eyes and a small timer counted down from five to zero underneath. At zero, the melody stopped and the screen on her visor went dark.

Dani removed her SimuLife headset and sat for a moment, reminiscing her time in the world of the NetNeurality servers. While the characters that she used more frequently within the confines of Reinvent:Yourself!, itself, were more a means to an end, Dani found that she looked forward to playing Elizabeth more than any other. It was without question her favorite avatar in SimuLife. Elizabeth Forrester, the demure, naïve yet wanton medieval vampires-in-training, was, surely, not one of her more profitable characters in the world of virtual courtesans and, definitely, not quite as adventurous as some of the more wild experiences she had on the NetNeurality servers. Elizabeth, however, brought out the vulnerable, playful side in Dani’s personality that she was never seemingly able to naturally break out enough in ‘the real world”.

The bread and butter for Dani, financially anyway, were the straightforward sex kittens like Oola, the amazonian princess who relished public humiliation and haughtiness and then publicly and privately humiliated and totured countless alpha male businessmen on Catalonia, the SciFi adventure set on the titular far away fictional planet, or Tiffany, the unattainable cheerleader that gave sneaky blowjobs in the back of math class in exchange for an “A” to the creepy older guys. They weren’t interesting characters. They were simple cardboard cutout caricatures. They didn’t have depth or a sense beyond what they were, online hookers. Elizabeth Forrester, on the other hand, was a pleasant change of pace. Elizabeth had… depth. She had a soul.

So, for as much as she loved Elizabeth, Elizabeth was a rare treat. Elizabeth couldn’t offer the pragmatic, economic success that those other one-dimensional characters could. Those quick regular sessions provided the extras that her day job couldn’t. They provided the upgraded apartment. They provided the upscale lingerie and undergarments. They provided the lunches and the vacations and the trips home to check on the family. Her day job covered rent, and utilities and car payments, etc.; but, the extras came from the likes of the dominant princess and the naughty cheerleader.

Shaking her fully awake and aware, an alarm sounded 7AM from across the room. With a heavy sigh, Dani said out loud to no one in particular, “Welp, guess it’s time to pay the bills.”

Rising up from her console integrated SimuLife bench, Dani crossed her room, shut off the alarm, and began the morning ritual in getting ready for her day. Though she lamented having to set aside Elizabeth and Elizabeth’s next adventure, she knew it would have to wait until notification arrived in her Bitcoin account that payment had been received from her mysterious client. Real life had called and her employer had a strict logging in policy. NetNeurality, with whom she was not just an avid customer but also a long time employee, had just promoted her as the newest member of their systems testing team. She was acutely aware of her need to “go the extra mile” in terms of following the rules and setting a high standard. Besides, today was the day they let her start her own test cases and she had some clever ideas for Destination: Anywhere testing and wanted to spend her Friday having them solidly put together and approved before running them on Monday.

Dani was excited about this new position. It was, coincidentally, within a few days of a sidetracked conversation with the man she knew as The Shadow that had started with setting up this morning’s meeting and ended up diverting into commiserating about unfulfilling and underwhelming career tracks and the lack of opportunity for improvement that Dani had noticed the posting for a new tester in NetNeurality’s job listings. She hurriedly and eagerly updated her resume and applied that same day. It had taken an excruciating few weeks of no real response beyond the form letter acknowledging receipt of her application before she got a call from an assistant she knew in passing requesting a scheduled interview. She quickly scheduled the interview and waiting for what seemed way too long before the day arrived. She worried and fretted the entire time. She worried about her appearance and she worried about her experience. She fretted about her knowledge and she over thought questions to non-existent anticipated questions. She changed her interview outfit at least four times. At the end of the day, though, she needn’t have worried. She passed that interview and the subsequent follow-up meetings with ease. The charisma that made her online avocation so successful worked face-to-face as well. Charming and self-assured, she was offered the position, and the healthy raise that came with it, formally at the end of her last interview. The onboarding process that started her time on the team had been a tedious and overly complicated two week course in non-disclosure agreements, training manuals, mandatory online job training and hypothetical processes that seemed unlikely to ever happen. While understandably necessary, these activities were boring and seemed exceedingly gratuitous and lengthy. More importantly they added a healthy dose of confusion that did nothing to boost her confidence. She had begun to worry she wasn’t up to the task after the training. It wasn’t until she began to learn one-on-one from a senior co-worker that the previously daunting and overwhelming duties in Dani’s future had been given a renewed sense of clarity. After regaining her spirit, she began playing in disposable training environments. She, in no time was building test cases and scenarios all under the watchful eye of her soon-to-be peers.

Today, though, it was time to get down to business. She was on her own and she wanted to look good and feel good even if she was working from her home and only visible on video meetings. Stripping casually as she made her way back across the master bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom, she stopped to give final approval to the outfit she had picked out the night previous. She began humming that tune that had been stuck in her head since hearing it while lying in Elizabeth Forrester’s bed. It was easily recognizable as a melody, though something about it was off, thus leaving the name of it frustratingly just out of reach.

Entering the spacious shower, Dani turned the tap nearly fully toward the “hot” side. The water quickly reached a balmy appeasing temperature and Dani slipped in to let the warm steady stream flow over her. As the comfort of the water baptized her figure in soothing pacification, Dani ran her hands along her ample, voluptuous curves. She roamed that familiar path of her body replaying this morning’s encounter in her head. Starting with her full, substantial breasts that still stood relatively firm over her figure. Steam rose to envelope her fullness and she moved her hands further down to her soft round alabaster belly and moved further to her plentiful and much appreciated, even if silently, thighs, hips, and backside

Sudden thoughts of her mother’s words intruded the pleasant re-run of Elizabeth’s earlier adventure. ”You know, Dani you’ll never be a small girl, but you would be so beautiful, if you would… just have some discipline and lose the weight, “her mother used to say, “You’ve got such a pretty face that could have your pick of any boy in town to take care of you.”

The thought of any of the local hicks ‘taking care of her” repulsed her. Dani was not interested in some unsophisticated redneck taking care of her, especially given the candidates in her tiny rural town. She had bigger dreams than the boys of Fort Scott, Kansas. Fetching a beer and a sandwich while her ”man” talked the woes of Jayhawk football on the porch to his equally as backwards friends held absolutely no appeal to her. She intended to make her own way. She wanted the pick of any man… in the world... on her terms. They were going to come to her, not the other way around. She wasn’t potentially beautiful with some work and a diet; she was beautiful of her regard no matter what her mother said. More importantly she offered the strong intelligent mind that could had keep her strong in the face of the constant belittling. The words stung, sure, but she had heard them so many times as to be meaningless.

Shrugging to herself at her mother’s unkindness, Dani moved her cleaning down to her legs. The stocky full calves were still attractive and caught many an eye when the seam of a sexy set of nylons peeked from under a knee length dress. She ran across the slightest feeling of stubble. Time for a shave, she thought. Sitting on seat cushion that padded the molded shower ledge, Dani reached for the small-ish tin of Faena Tallow Shave Soap and the H.L. Thater shave brush sitting on the shower shelf. Dipping the badger bristled brush into the soap, she lathered up a goodly amount of cream and applied a fine layer of the cream, from ankle to knee, front to back to her right leg. Setting the tin and the brush back on the shelf she picked up a small teak box setting next to them on the shelf. Opening the box, she pulled the gleaming black and gold Kal Captain straight razor and folded it open. The sharpened blade shone under the fluorescent lights. The straight razor shave was a luxury and a ritual that Dani afforded herself as a concession to her own private vanity. It was something she learned in a previous relationship that ran white hot with elements of dom/sub play, but had burned out quickly. It was the one thing she kept from that time. Nevermore to return to the world of harsh chemical depilatories, plastic disposable blades or the electric monstrosities of shavers that didn’t seem to work anyway.

Humming the recurring tune that was perplexingly affixed to her subconscious, Dani took the keen edge to a practiced angle and slowly drew it up from the curve that was her ankle, across the breath of her shin to the dimpled knee, halfway up. She rinsed the excess cream from the razor and the front of her leg and inspected her work. Satisfied with the results, she repeated the process, on the sides and her firm round calves. With the same experienced rhythm, she disposed of any lingering leg hair there. After ensuring her right leg was entirely smooth, she moved to the left leg and restarted the very same process there with the same expert precision.

When the lower legs were completed, she applied a generous layer of foam to her inner thigh and ever so carefully ran ever so gently against the bikini line. Once again, feeling for any excess stubble she ran her fingers over the sensitive inner folds of her thigh and with a knowing smile, felt nothing extraneous.

At once she felt a sting, Shit, she thought, I guess I did nick myself. Reaching back down, she found blood in, coincidentally, the same place as Elizabeth’s wound. This time, though, the blood flowed much more liberally. What are the chances of that? Hell I didn’t think I even got in that far with the blade, she wondered. She exited the shower to examine the cut. The blood streamed in a meandering rivulet down the inside of her thigh.

Covering the laceration with a dab of bacitracin and a small “dot” adhesive bandage, Dani continued her morning routine. After applying some scented oil to her freshly shaven legs and washed body, she styled her hair in a retro swept up style and applied some minimal accentuating makeup. Finally Dani slipped a delicate black lace demi cup bra around her ample bosom and a pair of black lace thigh high lace stockings that were attached to a satin garter belt she had picked up during a mall shopping splurge at Torrid the weekend previous. While pulling the entire under ensemble together with a pair of satin French cut bikini panties, she felt the Band-Aid already beginning to fail. She pulled it off to take a second look at the gash. It was larger and deeper than she initially had thought with blood pooling in the tender folds of skin. Upon inspecting further, the blood ran freely in a thin but widening stream down her thigh. She reapplied the antibiotic ointment and applied, this time, a somewhat larger dressing.

Picking out her work attire she went with a simple white collared blouse and grey sweater combination from Nordstrom Rack and slate gray skirt from Lane Bryant that betrayed the wicked temptation underneath. “Gotta stay business appropriate to the normies, “she said aloud, “They will never know what’s underneath.”

Slipping into a pair of shiny black leather heels, Dani headed to the kitchen for a French press of her favorite whole bean espresso roast coffee and one of the raspberry scones Mrs. Cannivale had made for her last evening. Noticing her supply of beans was low, she made a note to head down to the local coffee house for a fresh supply and to check with Mrs. Cannivale for anything she might need from the grocery that was on the way.

With a warm mug and pastry in hand, she went to her work desk in the converted office she had made of the second bedroom and logged in to the NetNeurality corporate servers with ten minutes to spare.

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