#these two were in a restaurant in feather heart kingdom

[amandacheam]

Bluepeps order a 'Worm bugga' and this is what this is the dish he ordered(disgusting isnt it?)

#bluepeps heartbert #spectrum thunder #these two were in a restaurant in feather heart kingdom

[scoobysnack1107]

So grateful I was able to commission the incredible @rainbow-taishi again for another gorgeous RokuNami piece! As always, Jin did an absolutely amazing job! The colors and atmosphere are warm, the expressions soft, and the detailing exquisite 🥺💞 Thank you again Jin for making making my day and bringing a huge smile to my face 💖

For anyone interested, I wrote an accompanying story!

You can read it below or on ao3: Un Rendez-vous Romantique

(special thank you to @jysumrae for using her French skills to help me with the title 💖 )

                                       Un Rendez-vous Romantique

 Naminé checked the time on her gummi phone again. Five minutes before seven o’clock. Five minutes before Roxas was supposed to arrive at the bistro for their date. Their first date she reminded herself.

    All around her, tables were filled with laughing couples sharing colorful concoctions that were placed onto tables by waiters dressed in well-tailored suits. Naminé, dressed in her signature white dress and blue sandals, was the only one sitting alone.

    She couldn’t help but wonder how seriously he had taken the idea. He had been the one that asked her out with that boyish grin she was powerless to resist. But this was the first time they would be together like this. Unencumbered by heartless, the Organization, Diz. Tonight, it was just the two of them in the most romantic place in town.

    Unless…he stood her up.

    Naminé’s heart sunk, and as the people milling by the bistro cast her curious looks, she started feeling more and more self-conscious. Did they think he wasn’t coming?

    “Don’t worry, Naminé. Trust me, he’ll come.”

    Startled, Naminé looked up and found Sora offering her a comforting grin. He was dressed in a white chef’s uniform and tall toque that somehow managed to stay atop his spiky head of hair. In his hands, he was carrying a large, unopened box decorated with golden fleur de lis and something scribbled on top in black marker.

    “Sora? Why are you—” she trailed off, suddenly remembering that her friend had become an occasional helping hand at the restaurant during his travels. Though, admittedly, it was strange to think of Sora as a chef in a high-end bistro like this. “Thank you. I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

    In the distance, the bell of the clock tower tolled, signaling the passing of another hour. Seven o’clock.

    Sora had to be right.

    “Excuse me! Coming through!”

    Outside the bistro, some kind of commotion had started. The tram stopping in its track as a boy riding a black and white skateboard came racing through. A flock of pigeons wandering the bistro’s checkered plaza dispersed in a flurry of feathers, and one of the waiters nearly dropped a plate of ratatouille before said boy arrived in front of Naminé’s table with an apologetic smile.

    “I am so sorry, Naminé,” Roxas said, finally catching his breath, “I promise I didn’t forget. Really. I got caught up delivering letters again because Lea ‘sprained’ his ankle and couldn’t finish his half.” Roxas shook his head. Of all the days Lea felt it necessary to fake an injury.

    Naminé couldn’t help herself. She laughed, and the anxiety that had been chipping away at her nerves dissipated with the sound. “It’s fine, Roxas. I’m glad you were able to make it. I can’t say I expected that kind of entrance though.” Another laugh slipped past her lips when she noticed a stray feather in his hair.

    Roxas scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “I can’t say I really planned it that way.”

    Plucking the feather from the skater’s head unceremoniously, Sora handed his friend the box he was holding. “Well, now that you’re finally here, I’d say it’s time for you two love birds to enjoy your date with a little Tarte aux Fruits, courtesy of Little Chef and I!” Sora patted his toque affectionately, prompting a tiny gray mouse to peek out from beneath the hat before scurrying back inside with a squeak. “He’s a little shy,” Sora whispered.

    “He’s cute,” Naminé cooed.

    Roxas flipped open the lid of the box to examine the dessert. Inside the box was a round and colorful tart decorated with fresh strawberries, blueberries, kiwis, and peaches. “Sora, you know it’s just the two of us, right?” Usually, the bistro only served the desserts by slices. Not entire tartlets like this.

    Sora pushed the lid back down and pointed to the writing on top.

      Enjoy your date!

      - Sora and Little Chef

    “Yep! But you’re my friends and Little Chef insisted. It’s not like you can’t take the leftovers home. I’m sure Lea and Xion would eat a few slices for you.”

    Curious, Naminé stood up to peer inside the box too. Sora really was too sweet.  Everything about the dessert was handled with care, with each fruit arranged so precisely, Naminé could only imagine how long her friend had spent perfecting the delectable concoction. “Thank you, Sora. This is perfect, but you know, we’ll be saving you and Little Chef a slice too. It wouldn’t feel right for our chefs not to taste their own creation.”

    “Heh, guess not,” Sora agreed, scratching his cheek.

    “You can drop by the Old Mansion after work if you’d like,” Naminé suggested, “No one goes to bed early anyway, since it’s summer vacation.”

    “Yeah, and plus, you still owe me a rematch on Classic Kingdom Melee,” Roxas said with a competitive glint in his blue eyes.

    Sora chuckled and laced his hands behind his head. “So eager to get your butt handed to you again?”

    “I have Naminé’s good luck charm this time,” Roxas said confidently, “So, there’s no way I’m gonna lose again.”

    “We’ll see,” Sora said in a sing-song voice. The two boys jibed one another for another minute until Sora was called back into the kitchen by a short, portly chef with a silver whisk and a toque taller than him.

    Roxas set the box with the tart on the table and moved to pull Naminé’s chair out for her with a flourish. “Madame.”

    “How gentlemanly,” Naminé giggled as she took her seat.

   Taking the chair across from her, Roxas signaled over one of the waiters who promptly brought them two plates and utensils to slice their dessert. Naminé, her hands small and adept, cut them each a generous piece.

    The window behind them cast a warm golden glow and was embossed with the bistro’s name, Le Grand Bistrot, in neat gold lettering. Inside, the restaurant’s staff busied themselves, the sound of clattering dishes and whirring kitchen appliances blending with the soft instrumental tune floating from the speakers outside.

    Naminé spoke again first. “So, you and Hayner are entering the Struggle Tournament this year?”

    “We’re gonna win this year” Roxas boasted with a grin. He picked up his dessert but didn’t take a bite as sparks of excitement began to dance in his eyes. “We’ve been training every day since sign ups.”

    “Confident I see,” Naminé teased.

    “Always,” Roxas returned, his grin turning sly, “And besides, I’ve won the digital version once already. The real thing can’t be any harder.”

    Naminé conceded with a smile. “That is true.”

    As Roxas explained his new strategy for this year’s tournament, Naminé listened attentively, offering nods and questions at different intervals as she nibbled at her dessert. She liked seeing him so excited. After everything they had been through, happiness like this was well-deserved.

    “Promise to cheer me on?” Roxas asked. His gaze was intense now, making Naminé’s heart skip a beat.

    Naminé averted his eyes, playing with her hair as she answered shyly. “I’ll be in the front row the entire time.”

    “U-Uh, thanks” Roxas blushed at her words and drew his own gaze away. “But um…anyway,” Roxas coughed, “How about you? You mentioned buying some new paints the other day. Have you been able to try them out yet?”

    This time, it was Naminé’s face that lit up. She pressed her fingers together and tilted her head happily. “I have! I’ve been painting lots of landscapes with them, and I want to try portraits too.”

    “Is this your subtle way of asking me to be your model?” Roxas joked.

    “Mmm, maybe. Though, I’m not entirely sure you’d be able to stay still the entire time.”

    Roxas raised his eyebrows. “That sounds like a challenge.”

    “You really think you can sit still for more than an hour?” Naminé asked dubiously.

    “With the right kind of incentive.”

    Without hesitating, Naminé replied. “Sea salt ice cream?”

    “Bingo,” Roxas said and bit into his slice of the tart.

    Naminé didn’t try to conceal her laughter. Roxas really was predictable. And adorable.  “I think I can arrange that.”

    “Then, we have ourselves a deal!” Roxas held out a hand across the table, and Naminé shook it as if it was actually some kind of serious, contractual agreement.

    The two continued to talk, reminiscing over the new memories they had made in the real Twilight Town. Like the first time they had all gone to Sunset Hill for a meteor shower or when they took that impromptu trip to Radiant Garden because somehow Twilight Town had run out of sea salt ice cream. Granted, it had been a particularly hot day. But still…

    “I feel like summer vacation is too short,” Roxas complained, “and who thought it was a good idea to assign homework? We’re supposed to be on a break.”

    Naminé’s lips twitched knowingly. “You still haven’t started, have you?”

    “I tried, but the computer keeps crashing on me, so I can’t do any kind of research,” Roxas explained, pouting as he crossed his arms.

    “You and computers,” Naminé sighed, shaking her head, “What are you writing your report on?”

    “Not sure yet. Hayner, Pence, and Olette want to do something about the seven wonders, but that’s a little too déjà vu for me, you know?”

    Naminé tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, maybe you can do a report about the beach?”

    “The beach?” Roxas cocked his head curiously.

    “Yeah, like what kind of fish are in the ocean here or ways to keep our beaches clean,” Naminé continued. Roxas loved the beach. The first time they went, Roxas nearly tripped over himself running across the sand to get to the water, and he didn’t come out until it was time to leave.

    “Looks like we’re going to the beach this week then, huh?” Roxas asked with a coy grin.

    Naminé returned the smile.  “Looks like it.”

    By the time they were ready to leave, with their leftovers secured in a to-go bag, the last embers of the twilight sky above had faded, blanketing the sunset hues beneath a veil of stars. The night air was still, the bustle of the usually busy town subdued as most citizens retired to their homes to sleep.

    “I had a lot of fun tonight,” Naminé said, staring down at her feet bashfully.

    “Me too.” There was a brief silence that hung between them before Roxas added in a hesitant but hopeful voice. “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

    “I would love that,” Naminé answered softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

    “Y-You know, there’s gonna be that new movie playing down at the theater this Friday. We could grab dinner here and then go see that?”

    “It’s a date!” Naminé agreed happily, and her heart soared.

    Roxas took her hand and intertwined their fingers. “It’s a date.”

#rokunami #roxas #namine #kingdom hearts #namixas #finally had a chance to finish this story #I loved writing the dialogue #and the tarte aux fruits was one of the prettiest desserts in kh3 #perfect for a first date <3

[yourdeepestfathoms]

The Grey Palace

So this a book I’m really hoping to actually finish! It’s a horror slasher story, but it’s set on a cruise ship. I’m posting the first chapter for my followers to read if they’re interested in following along with the creation and storyline! Feedback is greatly appreciated!

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A sleek grey seagull was perched on the wooden guard rail around the churning green ocean. It shifted from foot to pink foot, ruffling unruly feathers, and squinted beady black eyes up at the giant ship looming above it. It looked suspicious of the vessel, and even more suspicious of the people boarding its mass.

The Grey Palace was the greatest cruise ship to ever exist--or so all the Yelp reviews claimed. It included casinos and spas and waterparks and food! But only if you pay for it, because it’s not like you already paid $425 for a single ticket for your four person family. 

It was a colossal sea beast, made out of the finest and toughest extra-strength steel plates and boasting the largest size of a cruise ship in the whole world at a staggering 1,854.25 feet in length and 265.74 feet in height. It had a tonnage of 230,000 gross tons, outweighing every other ship in the business. Its hull could shatter icebergs, its bow could split the sea in two, its propellers were more powerful than any jet or rocket in the entire world. Luxurious lounges and steamy spas promised the best relaxation, the waterpark and Kid’s Club proclaimed full entertainment for children, and the restaurants provided the best food on the seven seas. It got its name from the lustrous grey color it was painted, reflecting rainbows all across the body of the ship. 

Everybody wanted to board the floating Palace, and only a select few got the invitation into the Aquatic Kingdom.

But in this case, a “select few” meant 8,700 people.

The boarding dock was clamored with passengers. Families that made the mistake of keeping their luggage on them instead of turning it in to the porters, families that trying to keep all their kids from running off, families already bickering over what they were going to do first, all packed into one area that was treacherously close to the ocean and a giant ship that would easily be able to sweep a fallen victim underneath its mass. One woman had her toddler on a child leash like it was a dog, tugging on the rope every once and awhile when the kid tried to run off. Another mom was herding her family in close to take a selfie, earning disgruntled noises from the children when they had to squint and smile up into the sun. A man was loudly talking to a video camera he was holding, most likely making a vlog for YouTube that would only probably get 67,000 views and 1,230 likes. Worryingly close to the edge of the dock was a pair of kids, pointing into the water and calling out what they saw while their parents obliviously chatted with some other people. Several porters were furiously helping everyone board, sweat beading their brows as they worked diligently. 

The seagull watched them all, raising its beak in a haughty manner. It seemed miffed by the intrusion of so many humans in its territory, but didn’t have the strength or size to do anything about it, so it just gazed judgmentally from a distance. Its dark eyes shifted over to the girl looking back at it, then screeched in surprise when she was shoved, jerking open its narrow wings and leaping away into the air.

  “Come ON, Violet!!” Ethan shrieked.

Violet staggered to the side, nearly tottering into someone behind her while she attempted to regain her balance. She clenched her fists, growling softly in her throat for a moment before letting her anger dissolve away.

  “I’m coming,” She said.

  “You’re being SLOWWWW!!” Aiden yelled, earning a few glances from other people because of his volume.

  “Sorry,” Violet muttered, hunching her shoulders in.

Her family bustled across the port, getting closer and closer to the gangway with each, but before they could cross the threshold, a ship photographer jumped into their path, wearing a painfully cheery grin and brandishing a bulky camera.

  “Would you like to take a family photo before boarding?” She asked, waving an arm to a photobooth set up. The backdrop was of The Grey Palace sailing.

  “Can we, Mama?” Felicity asked Deandra eagerly, tugging at her arm.

Deandra smiled down at her. “Of course, dear!”

They hustled over to the backdrop. Violet attempted to follow, but Tobias stood in her path and firmly said, “Not you.”

Violet backed away obediently, not bothering to argue.

She watched as the seven of them posed for a photo, the epitome of a white, rich family. Deandra was fifty-four, but she was constantly being praised for how good she looked for her age. Unblemished, glowing ivory skin, clear of any wrinkles, and dyed champagne blonde hair. Her neck and wrists were loaded with jewelry, but her hawk-like amber eyes were sharper and brighter than the diamonds she wore, always locating every one of Violet’s flaws.

Tobias was like her toy, even though he was older, bigger, and burlier than she was. He was as nicely dressed as his wife, clad in a tweed jacket despite the summer Whittier heat and expensive jeans and a gold watch that cost more than all their tickets combined, but he still had the face of a lizard, dull blue eyes, and brittle, greying hair that he would slather with enough gel to start a fire. But he was rich, being one of the top congressmen in the state, and had a sharp-tongue that pleased Mother, both audibly and physically, and was very easy to walk all over. Violet guessed that was why Mother even kept him around.

Carly was their pride and joy. She had a supermodel body, thin and tan, with long, luscious blonde hair and the bright blue eyes of Father. She was pretty, but cruel, like a diamond wrapped in barbed wire. Her words were always loaded with venom, manipulative and cunning and bearing no mercy or guilt over what she said. She was harsh and cold, which was probably why she still wasn’t married at twenty-seven, and when Violet told her this after her favorite paints were stolen, she beat her into unconsciousness. Violet still had the long, winding scar across her left side from when she had been lashed with the sharp edge of a broken flower vase. 

Tobias Jr., or just Toby, was the exact opposite of the man he was named after. Out of all her siblings, he was Violet’s favorite. He was a coward and a boot-licker, but he was genuine and had a good heart. He got Violet into The Walking Dead and once cleaned off her back when Father whipped her with his belt after she talked back over something controversial, but provided little help against her mistreatment, being just as scared to stand up to their parents. Still, it was a step up over everyone else. His dark amber eyes were doe-like and his brown hair was always unruly no matter how much he brushed it. In a way, he almost reminded Violet of the seagull, watchful and cautious.

Felicity was Mother’s mini me and Father’s little princess. Her wavy hair showed the natural hue of Mother’s, honey blonde, but her eyes were the deep blue of Father’s. She was incredibly slick and deceptive, as well as exceptionally greedy, always able to get whatever she wants whenever she wants it. She was dripping with as much jewelry as Mother was, maybe even more, and looked at everyone else with great disdain, disgusted at how ugly they were compared to her. Her voice was like the squeal of a pig, and she often preened herself in any reflective surface that could serve as a mirror. At age eleven, she already thought she was the queen of the world.

Aiden and Ethan were nothing but imps. Violet didn’t even know why Mother and Father had them; there was no point in their existence. They just lived to take up space and time and money, but their parents treated them like they were heirs to the throne. They were near identical, with dirty blonde hair in a mushroom-like shape around their heads and eyes so dark they looked brown instead of amber. All they seemed to know how to do was eat food and cause chaos, often forcing themselves into Violet’s personal space just to annoy her. 

That was the Nicotero family. The rich, flawless Nicotero family, perfectly happy without the illegitimate child chained to them by blood.

Violet, the kid who the congressman cheated on his wife to have on accident, named after a flower because her father couldn’t think of anything better than the plant he saw squashed on the side of the sidewalk when he was fleeing the scene after stealing her from her mother’s breast mere days after being born.

Violet, the girl with weirdly pale grey eyes that no one else in her family had and hands that never seemed to stop fidgeting with things and an overly anxious mind that contrasted with a bursting internal temper.

Violet, the library for all the should have’s-could have’s-would have’s, an encyclopedia of everything that shouldn’t have happened, an example of what her siblings were not supposed to be.

Violet, the fifteen-year-old with vibrant petals curled towards her family, but poisonous roots lying beneath, just like her name’s sake.

  “Say ‘cruise ship’!”

  “CRUISE SHIP!!!”

The camera flashed and the photo was taken.

Violet blinked her eyes; they were sore in the sunlight. She shifted from foot to foot as she waited for her family to finish up at the photobooth. She wondered if they would put it on the fridge like all the other photographs she wasn’t a part of. They never put up the things she was in.

  “Come on! Come on! Come on!” Felicity yipped, pulling on Father’s arm. “I wanna get on already!!!”

  “We’re coming, we’re coming,” Father chuckled. He somehow had all the patience in the world when dealing with the squealing Felicity, but once yelled at Violet for taking too long to tie her shoes.

The Nicotero family pushed their way through the crowd to the closest gangway, shoulder checking other people and trodding over feet without pity in the process. Violet did her best to apologize to anyone they disturbed, seeing as no one else was, so she walked down the walkway and glass doors slightly turned around, and when she faced forward again, she got her first glimpse of the place where she would be spending the next one hundred days.

The main atrium was a giant room with a high-vaulted ceiling and looked like it had been carved out of glass; every surface was shiny and spotless. There were spiral staircases and grand steps and visible catwalks coiled around the walls, all bursting with activity. A marble fountain with intricately designed leaping dolphins was burbling softly in the center of the room, and King the Silver Polar Bear, the mascot of The Grey Palace, was standing in front of it, waving to passengers as they came in and occasionally taking photos with kids who came up to him. Violet must have been staring for a bit too long because he spotted her and pointed, then waved her over. Violet shook her head and said, “No thanks” but Felicity shoved her over with a shrill, “Go say hi, Violet! Someone actually wants to see you!”

Violet staggered forward, feeling that sensation of rage bubble up inside of her again, but, like before, it dissipated rather quickly, as there was nothing she could do. She merely sighed and looked up at the large grey bear now looming over her.

  “Umm… Hi.” Violet said awkwardly. What were you even supposed to say to the mascots? Especially when you have to talk to them against your will?

King waved cheerfully. The head of the suit was set in a petrified, open-mouth smile and the eyes were permanently wide and glowing with glee. It was almost unnerving in a way. Was the person underneath the mass of grey fur as happy as the skin it was wearing?

  “Uhh… Sorry, I don’t really know what to say.” Violet said, cringing internally. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. 

King made a dismissive hand gesture, then pat her head. The action felt profoundly awkward, but Violet was polite and said goodbye before shuffling back over to her family with her head ducked. Felicity and the twins exploded into high-pitched giggles.

  “Violet. Don’t run off.” Mother said sharply, staring down her nose as Violet.

  “Yes, Mother,” Violet muttered.

Carly suddenly looked up from her phone. “We should go get drinks. The rooms probably aren’t ready yet.”

Mother nodded. “Good idea.”

She led the pack through a wide hallway, whisking by other passengers like she was the queen of the Aquatic Kingdom. On the way, Toby shuffled over to Violet.

  “I don’t like those people in costumes,” He said. “Gives me the creeps.”

Violet peered up at him. “How old are you?”

  “Oi! Rude!” Toby elbowed her gently. He never tried to purposely hurt her. “So… What do you think?”

Violet gazed around the hallway. It was lit up brightly, casting colorful shadows across the painted walls. 

  “It’s nice,” Violet said. “Nicer than any place I’ve been to. Aside from the house, of course.”

She had been shocked when Mother told her about the cruise a week before her freshman year ended. It was going to be a big family trip, and she was actually invited. Usually she was left out of these things. Being alone at their mansion for a week or so at a time while the rest of her family was out travelling or on vacation had been a normal affair ever since she was eleven.

Toby frowned for a moment at that, then quickly said, “It’s gonna be fun.”

They passed through a set of glass doors and entered onto one of the many decks. Surprisingly, there weren’t too many people out yet, as everyone was probably still getting checked in or exploring. Mother glided over to a canopy bar and began ordering. 

They probably spent an hour at that bar, sipping brightly colored cocktails and chatting avidly over their plans for the trip. Violet stayed out of it, of course. She sat at the smooth wooden counter, twirling a pink drink umbrella and scrawling mindless thoughts in a small purple notebook to pass the time. 

An elbow as pointy as a dagger jabbed into her back at one point, making her pen streak across her page, leaving a permanent black like through the written words. She clenched her jaw and turned around.

  “Yes?”

  “Come ON!” Felicity said. “We’re going to go eat!”

  “Didn’t you hear us talking?” Father squinted at her.

  “Sorry. I must have dozed off.” Violet said.

Carly scoffed. “You shouldn’t even be here.”

Nobody said anything against this. Violet didn’t, either. 

They went to the buffet where lunch was waiting, and Mother grumbled about how many people there were, but they eventually sat down to eat, their plates piled with food. Violet got more than she intended, but ate everything, just now realizing how hungry she was. She got judgemental looks from her family, but she did her best to just ignore them.

After lunch, they finally checked into their cabins. They got the suites, of course.

Mother, Father, and the twins got the largest room, one with a queen bed and bunk beds for Aiden and Ethan. Carly and Felicity room together, while Violet stayed with Toby. It was fine with her, really. She rather be with her older brother than any of the others.

The rest of the day was spent preparing for the trip. Toby took the twins and Felicity to get signed up for the Kid’s Club, while Carly hooked up with some friends also on the cruise, Mother went to make reservations for the spa, and Father already began drinking. 

Violet stayed in her cabin, writing away in her notepad while listening to the TV drone on. She finally got up and went out when the sun began to set, unknowingly stumbling right into a departure party on the main deck.

Music blasted as thousands of bodies writhed around together. Several people were in the pool, splashing around loudly, while others were watching the entertainment shows with great interest. Violet couldn’t stand all the noise, so she ventured to the back of the ship and watched as the land slowly disappeared on the horizon. 

A man leaned against the railing a few feet away from her as the golden-orange sunset was starting to turn a bright red color. After he blew out a wisp of smoke from the lit cigarette he had, he said, “This is gonna be one hell of a trip.”

As the first firework was set off at the deck, Violet replied, “You can say that again.”

#the grey palace #lizzie’s dumb book #my writing #horror #horror story

[navek15]

Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga Ch. 1

Author's Note 1: Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga is a non-profit fanfiction series.

Fairy Tail and Fairy Tail Series II are all owned by A-1 Pictures, Satelight, Bridge Madman Entertainment, Funimation TXN, Kodansha, and Hiro Mashima.

Any original characters and concepts are owned by Navek or xpegasus.

Please support the official release.

In a land far, far, away lies the Kingdom of Fiore. A small and peaceful nation of about 17,000,000 and a place filled with magic. Found in every home, bought and sold in every marketplace. For most, magic is merely a tool, a mundane part of everyday life.

For some, however, magic is an art, and they've devoted their lives to its practice. These are the Wizards. Banded together into magical guilds, they ply their skills in search of fame and fortune. Many such guilds dot the landscape of Fiore.

But there is a certain guild in a certain town that sores high above the rest. One from which countless legends have been born. A guild that will no doubt continue to create legends well into the future.

Its name is Fairy Tail. And this is the story of one such legend.

                     Navek and xpegasus present

                               A Fairy Tail Story

                      Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga

                    Chapter 1: A New Legend Begins!

Hargeon…

The sound of seagulls cawing and the waves crashing against the beach sang through the air as early morning rolled over the port town of Hargeon. The daily 9 AM train had arrived in town, and the sounds of feet reverberated through the station as passengers got off and boarded the train. Among the passengers getting off was an interesting group of young adults consisting of two men, a woman, and a cat.

The cat had blue & white fur, a green backpack, and black eyes. But the most interesting thing about this cat was its very long tail and the fact that it stood upright on two legs.

The scrawnier of the two men had scruffy brown hair, green eyes, and lightly tanned skin. He wore a black t-shirt, a pair of brown goggles with green lenses around his neck, blue jeans, a silver bracelet with two green gems on his left wrist, green and white sneakers, and a pair of black gloves. However, the right glove left his thumb and pinky exposed, while the left glove only covered his thumb and pointer finger.

The lone woman outdid her male companions in both height and muscle mass. She had long orange hair tied in a ponytail, purple eyes, tan skin, a sleeveless red shirt, red fingerless gloves, white bandages covering her forearms, purple leggings, and black boots.

Rounding off the group was the second male who was wearing a long-sleeve red jacket, a white scale patterned scarf, an orange-trimmed black kilt over his baggy white pants, black sandals, and a green backpack. He had black eyes, spiky pink hair, and was currently writhing in pain on the station floor.

"Oh, thank the founders! It's over!" the pink-haired man said.

The woman sighed and helped the queasy man onto his feet. He leaned on her shoulders.

"Thanks, Alyssa."

"No problema," she said with a smile. "But now…"

"Oh, crap," the pink-haired man said as he saw the blue cat handing the brunette a bottle of nasty-looking green liquid.

"Come on, Natsu," the brunette said. "You gotta drink it."

"But it's so gross!" Natsu cried as he tried to walk away, only for Alyssa to put him into a shoulder hold. "Hey, wait!"

"Sorry, hun. But Zeke's right," she replied with an apologetic smile. The brunette uncorked the bottle, only to sigh as Natsu shut his mouth tight.

"Happy."

"Aye, sir!" the cat replied with a salute before pulling a feather out of his backpack. Happy approached Natsu's feet and began to tickle his toes. Natsu tried his best not to laugh, but it was a fight he quickly lost. The instant Natsu opened his mouth, Zeke shoved the bottle down his throat.

"Just drink already," Zeke shouted in annoyance, the crowd taking in the strange sight as mothers told their children not to look at them. After Natsu finally swallowed the green liquid…

"Oh, man! I feel like a new man!" Natsu excitedly exclaimed with his arms raised, Alyssa giggling while Zeke rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, man. You don't need to be such a baby about taking your medicine," Zeke said as he tossed Happy the empty bottle.

"Well, that's Natsu for ya," Happy replied as he put the bottle back in his backpack.

"Easy for you guys to say! You don't have to drink that crap!" Natsu shouted back before turning around to face the city. "Alright, enough stalling. Time to go look for Igneel!"

"Got it!" Alyssa said as she ran after him.

"Aye, sir!" Happy said.

"Hey, wait for me!" Zeke exclaimed as he and Happy chased after their friends.

In another part of town, a blonde girl grumbled as she stomped through the streets. She had an hourglass figure, blonde hair tied in a side ponytail with a blue bow, brown eyes, pink heart-shaped earrings, a blue & white shirt, a black wristband on her right wrist, a blue skirt, and black boots. On her right hip was a key ring that held gold and silver keys, and on the other side was a black whip with a brown handle.

'I can't believe that old geezer only dropped the price down by a couple of thousand Jewels,' the blonde thought to herself. 'Nice to know what my sex appeal is really worth.' However, her attention was drawn in when she saw a large crowd gathering in the town square. 'Huh. I wonder what that's about.'

Back with the strange quartet, they had begun their search.

"IGNEEL!" Natsu shouted at the top of his lungs, scaring away some birds as he looked around. Near him, Happy came back up from a sewer entrance.

"Well, he's not down there," the blue cat reported. Nearby, Alyssa lifted a dumpster over her head like a feather, spooking the raccoon that was sleeping under it.

"Nope," she replied before looking up. "You see anything, Zeke?!"

The brunette was on top of a roof and hanging on to a weather vane, his goggles over his eyes. "Nope. Everything looks fine!" Zeke leaped off the roof before ricocheting off the alleyway walls and onto the street. "You'd think it'd be easy to spot someone like Igneel."

"I hate to say it, but maybe that clue we got was a dud," Alyssa said. Natsu frowned as he began to think the same. But suddenly, the quartet heard some women screaming excitedly.

"It's Salamander!"

"He's so hot!"

"I hear his fire magic is insane!"

"You guys think that might be him?" Zeke asked.

"Let's go find out!" Natsu shouted as the four ran towards the commotion.

In the middle of Hargeon's town square, a large group of women had gathered together and were swooning over the man in the center of the crowd. He was a slim man in his early thirties with sharp and angular features, a blue undercut, and a heavily stylized "X" tattoo above this right eyebrow. His outfit consisted of a white button-up shirt, a dark purple cape with high collar and sun symbols on either side, dark red pants, and several rings on his hands.

Among the crowd of swooning women was the blonde girl from earlier, looking at the man with astonished eyes and a blush on her cheeks.

'What the hell's going on?' she thought as her heart began to race, and her cheeks warmed with a blush. The feeling only intensified when the man winked at her. 'Could…this be…'

"Scusi! Coming through!" Alyssa said as she and others cut through the crowd. Natsu began to shout as they reached the center.

"Igneel! Igneel! It's me, Natsu!"

Everyone's attention was turned to the sudden arrival of the odd-looking strangers. When the blonde saw the four, all of the strange feelings in her chest suddenly vanished, and she realized what had happened.

"Who the hell are you?" Natsu asked.

"Who am I? Why, I am the great and mighty fire Wizard known as Salamander," the man smugly stated. "Surely, you must've heard of me."

"Can't say that we have," Zeke said, only to notice all the girls were now glaring at the four with murderous intent, which was then followed by them shouting some very colorful words at them.

"Now, now, my lovelies. No need to be rude," Salamander said. He pulled out four pieces of paper with his name on them. "Would you four care for my autograph? That way, you get something to brag about to your friends."

"Why the hell would we-" Natsu began to say.

"Thank you! We'll just take those and be on our way," Zeke said with a nervous grin, feeling the glares of the angry women boring into him. He quickly grabbed the autographed papers and pushed his friends away from the crowd. "Toodle-loo."

As the four left, Salamander told the ladies they were all invited to a party on his yacht later that night before taking off on a stream of fire.

"Guess that wasn't him," Happy commented.

"So is it me, or did that guy seem like a real creep?" Alyssa asked.

"That's because he is a creep." The four turned and saw a blonde girl approaching them with a thankful smile.

"Hi, my name's Lucy."

A little while later, the group was eating at a local restaurant. Lucy offered to treat the four to a meal…and was immediately regretting that decision. While Zeke and Happy's meal only consisted of a grilled chicken salad and a fish respectively, Natsu and Alyssa wasted no time ordering everything on the menu.

"It's nice that you offered to cover lunch…" Zeke began to say as his friends dug into their meals with gusto. "…but I probably should've warned you how much these two can pack it in."

"No, it's fine. I owe you guys one anyway." Lucy sighed out as pieces of food began to fly everywhere. 'There goes all the extra money I saved.'

"Anyway, we should probably introduce ourselves," the brunette said. "I'm Ezekiel, but my friends call me Zeke. The big lady is Alyssa, the spike head is Natsu, and the cat's name is Happy."

"Okay…but why can he talk?" Lucy asked.

"Because I'm a cat," Happy replied before going back to munching on his fish. Lucy looked at Zeke for a better answer, but the brunette just shrugged.

"Not that I'm complaining, but how exactly do you owe us one?" Natsu asked through a full mouth.

"Well, that Salamander guy was using some sort of Charm Magic. That's why all those women were falling over him," Lucy explained. "I got caught up in it too, but when you guys came barreling through, I was able to snap back to reality."

"Really. I thought Charm Magic was illegal," Zeke said as he began to contemplate something. As he did, Lucy realized something.

"That reminds me. Alyssa, you were right next to that creep. Why weren't you affected by his charm spell?" Lucy asked the orange-haired woman. The taller woman swallowed her food before answering.

"Well, it's quite simple, Lucy," Alyssa said before wrapped her arm around Natsu's shoulder, bringing his head to her shoulder and smiling. "It's because I've already been charmed by the sweetest man in all of Fiore."

"Aw, shucks," Natsu said with a blush and a smile. "No need to go that far, babe."

'Oh.' Lucy thought to herself, realizing that the pinkette and amazonian woman were an item. And Alyssa placing a hand under his chin and making him look in her eyes confirmed it.

"But, you deserve every bit of praise, amore mio."

"Ooh, I love it when you talk all fancy," Natsu said as he wrapped his arms around Alyssa's waist. Lucy could swear that the air around them began to sparkle as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Oh, Natsu," Alyssa said dreamily.

"Oh, Alyssa," he replied.

"Oh, Natsu."

"Oh, Alyssa."

Zeke and Happy sweatdropped as the couple repeated each other's names like a mantra. "They're at it again," the cat stated.

"Nice going, Lucy."

The blonde girl laughed in embarrassment. "By the way, you guys said you were looking for someone named Igneel, right?"

The question broke Natsu and Alyssa out of their couple's trance, as Alyssa answered. "That's right. Igneel is Natsu's dad. We heard a rumor that a Salamander was in Hargeon, so we decided to stop by and look around."

"Too bad that guy was a total dud," Happy said with a sigh.

"No kidding. He looked nothing like a dragon." Natsu stated. "I bet he can't even breathe fire."

"So, your dad looks like a dragon?" Lucy asked, trying to imagine how someone could resemble a dragon.

"No, he doesn't look like a dragon. He is a dragon," Natsu answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lucy was stunned when she heard this. As fantastical as their world was, dragons were considered to be creatures of myth and legends. But there was also something else that she freaked her out.

"Why the hell would a dragon show up in the middle of a fishing town?!" Lucy exclaimed in shock. Natsu and Happy suddenly got a widened eyed look as the realization hit them like a sack of bricks.

"Ya, I didn't want to say anything…" Zeke spoke up with an awkward look. "...but I was thinking that Hargeon looked way too intact for supposedly being visited by a dragon."

"I was actually thinking the same thing," Alyssa said sheepishly. "Sorry, sweetie."

After paying the check, Lucy got up and left. However, as she turned back, she saw Natsu and Happy prostrating themselves on the floor while Zeke and Alyssa bowed.

"Thank you for the meal!" The four said.

"Stop it! You're embarrassing me!"

"Well, we need some way to repay you," Alyssa said. Natsu's face lit up as he got an idea.

"Here ya go!" Natsu said as he handed Lucy one of the autographs Salamander gave them.

"No, thanks," Lucy replied with a flat look.

And then…

"Wow, looks like Fairy Tail's at it again," Lucy said with a chuckle as read the newest issue of Sorcerer Weekly. After parting with the four weirdos, the blonde girl decided to relax at the local park and read one of her favorite magazines. "This time, they wrecked a bell tower."

Indeed, a news article detailed a team of Fairy Tail mages called Bravestar and their fight against a group of bandits in a small countryside town. However, the battle resulted in massive collateral damage, including the town's iconic bell tower.

"I wonder why I can't find a picture of those guys," Lucy said to herself. "Then again, if I caused that much damage, I'd probably high-tail it before anyone took a photo."

She flipped the page, showing the weekly centerfold featuring the Fairy Tail mage Mirajane. "And Mirajane's as gorgeous as ever." The blonde commented as she began to think out loud. "I wonder what I'd need to get into a magic guild like that. Is there a trial? Or I do gotta submit a job application or something?"

The blonde then rolled up and magazine and stood with a determined look on her face. "Oh well, it doesn't matter. 'Cause I'm gonna join Fairy Tail no matter what!"

"Ah, so you're looking to get into my guild, eh?" Lucy turned and, to her shock, saw Salamander walking out of the bushes.

"Salamander?!" Lucy exclaimed as she sprung from the bench. "What are you doing here? Don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop on a lady?!"

'You were the one talking to yourself,' the blue-haired man thought with a sweatdrop.

"And don't think you can charm me again! That kind of magic doesn't work when the target knows about it," Lucy proclaimed. Salamander's eyes widened with surprise.

"You figured out I was using Charm Magic? Very impressive," he said with a sly smile. "We could use those kinds of deduction skills at Fairy Tail."

"Fairy Tail?" Lucy parroted, suddenly remembering what Salamander said before. "No way! You're that Salamander?"

"The one and only," he said. Lucy's eyes sparkled with awe before she collected herself.

"Oh, yeah. So what?" Lucy crossed her arms and tried to act nonchalant.

"So don't want to join my guild?" Salamander asked with a cocky smirk.

"Well, I wouldn't say that," Lucy answered with a pout.

"Then how about a proposition?" Salamander said with a charming smile. "You come to my yacht party tonight and mingle a bit, and I'll put in a good word for you with the guild master. What do ya say?" He extended his hand.

And any amount of disgust or mistrust Lucy had vanished and instantly shook Salamander's hand with such force he nearly toppled over. "I'd love to come to your party tonight!" Lucy squealed in delight

Salamander chuckled at her enthusiasm. 'Well, that was easy.'

"You really think you can get me into Fairy Tail?" Lucy asked, finally releasing Salamander's hand.

"You have my word," Salamander said. With a snap of his fingers, a stream of magenta fire appeared beneath him and lifted him off the ground. "Just don't say anything about the charm spell, 'cause I'm planning on having some fun tonight."

"You got it, Mr. Salamander!" Lucy said with a salute.

"Excellent! See you at the party, darling! Flame Magic: Red Carpet!" With that, he took off into the sky on his transport of magenta fire. And it was only after he left that Lucy realized that he had pseudo-charmed her.

'Oh well. I just got to party with that sleazebag for one night, and I'm golden,' Lucy thought to herself. "Fairy Tail, here I come!"

And then...

"Looks like this trip was a total bust," Zeke said. Night had fallen on Hargeon. After their lunch, the eccentric quartet had decided to look around the rest of the fishing town, just in case there was any chance at all Igneel had been here. Unfortunately, they had no such luck and were now stuck in town for the night since their train wouldn't arrive until the next morning. The group was standing on a walkway that overlooked the city and ocean, giving them a fantastic view.

"Hey, isn't that the yacht where Salamander's hosting his party?" Happy asked, pointing to the distant boat that had left the harbor. Just thinking about being on a boat made Natsu nauseous until Alyssa rubbed his head.

"What? You've never heard of Salamander?" The group overheard a girl in a pink shirt say.

"No, not ringing any bells," her friend in a black shirt said. "Is he a big deal or something?"

"The biggest!" the girl in pink said. "He's a super-powerful and famous Fire Wizard from the Fairy Tail guild, not to mention handsome. I wish I could've gone to his party."

The four friends' eyes widened at the mention of "Fairy Tail." They turned their gaze towards the glistening yacht floating in the bay and narrowed their eyes.

"Fairy Tail, huh?" Alyssa said.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Zeke commented while Natsu glared.

Meanwhile, on the yacht, Lucy and Salamander were sitting in his private cabin while the rest of the ladies partied on the deck below. The blonde had changed into an elegant red dress to make a better impression.

"I've got to admit, you've got great taste," Lucy said as she ran her hands over the furniture. "Midian leather and Bellumi oak are hard to come by in Fiore."

"Why, thank you, Miss Lucy. Being a Wizard of such renown comes with its perks," Salamander said as he approached his liquor cabinet. "I appreciate the finer things in life." He grabbed two glasses and an amber-colored bottle.

"A toast to your beauty," Salamander said as he poured her a glass of orange wine. "Be sure to savor every drop."

Lucy put on her best fake smile and forced herself to laugh. Without his charm magic, Salamander really came off as a creep trying way too hard to be suave. But as he poured the drink, Lucy noticed one of his rings emitting a small glow. With a squint of her eyes, the blonde saw that ring had an image of a crescent moon and a closed eye.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Lucy said. Salamander stopped pouring and looked at her in confusion. "You're trying to enchant my drink with a sleep charm."

"Hmph." Salamander gave a small smile and set down the bottle. "You continue to impress me, my dear."

"Look, I really do wanna join Fairy Tail. But I'm not gonna sleep with you to make that happen."

Lucy was about to get up…until she heard the click of a gun and felt cold metal pressed against the back of her head. With wide eyes, Lucy slowly turned and saw a woman with light brown hair, brown skin, and blue eyes pointing a gold flintlock pistol at her. Her outfit consisted of a pair of black cat-eye glasses, a bedazzled black vest over a full-sleeve white buttoned shirt, a black tie with matching dress pants and shoes, and gun holsters on each side of her belt, one of which was currently empty.

"Ah, Ripley. I didn't even notice you come in," Salamander said with a smirk.

"Well, you were blowing it, so I figured I'd give this little tart an incentive not to do anything stupid."

"W-wait, I saw you when I got on the ship," Lucy said with terror clear in her voice. "You were one of the girls at the party."

"Oh, please. Don't compare me to those floozies," the bespectacled woman said with a cruel smile. "Unlike them, I'm not so easily swayed by such simple magic."

"Simple? I spent a fortune on these rings," Salamander growled in annoyance just as someone else walked into the cabin.

"Yo, Salamander. All the new merchandise is knocked out." Lucy looked at the man, and the first word that came to her mind was "snake." From his slanted black eyes to his lanky body to his clothing of a tight black top, fingerless gloves, scale-like green pants, and black leggings underneath. "The boys are bringing them down to the lower- Huh, what's going on here?"

"It seems this girl is too smart for her own good, Kurohebi," Ripley explained. Lucy then felt shivers run down her spine as Kurohebi looked down her body and licked his black lips. He was even creepier than Salamander.

"Maybe so, but we can probably make a couple of thousand Jewels off of her," the snake-like man said with a low chuckle.

"Merchandise? Jewels?" Lucy asked fearfully. "What's going on?"

"Guess the cat's out of the bag," Salamander said as he stood up. "But don't worry, Lucy. We'll make sure not to harm that pretty little head of yours until we reach Bosco. After that, we'll make sure you're sold to the highest bidder."

"Y-you…" Lucy's eyes widened as his words sank in. "You're slave traders! But...I thought you were a Fairy Tail wizard!"

"Don't you get it? Our little playboy just said that to get you to come on board," Ripley replied bemusedly, Kurohebi chuckling along with her.

"So all the girls at the party…"

"You'd be amazed how much some depraved rich guys are willing to pay for pretty girls," Kurohebi explained. A hard scowl on her face, Lucy reached for her key ring, only for Salamander to grab it with his fire magic. He brought the six keys to his eye-level to examine them.

"These are Gate Keys. So you're a Celestial Wizard," Salamander said as he walked towards the nearby window. "Only the contracted wizard can use these. They're absolutely useless to me."

Before Lucy could protest, Salamander tossed her Spirit Keys out the window. She could only stare in horror and disbelief as everything she'd worked for vanished into the waters below. Lucy felt a myriad of emotions bubbling up inside; sorrow at the loss of her keys; fear at what would happen to her and the girls on the ship; but above all else, anger. Lucy was furious at Salamander and his accomplices. Magic was something precious and beautiful, and to have it be used for heinous, evil acts was unforgivable. With her eyes watering and her teeth grit, Lucy glared at the blue-haired man.

"You used magic to take advantage of others!" She yelled out. "You're the worst kind of wizard!"

The roof of the cabin exploded, surprising the four as someone landed on the floor. When the smoke cleared, they saw Alyssa glaring at the three slavers, her stance proud and defiant.

"Alyssa!" Lucy said with a smile.

"It's that bodybuilder chick from earlier!" Salamander proclaimed.

"What the hell is going on here?" Alyssa asked.

"None of your business, you dumb gorilla!" Ripley said as she aimed her gun at the orange-haired woman. Alyssa spoke a chant.

"Boost Magic: Boosted Kick!"

To everyone's shock, Alyssa's legs glowed with purple magical energy, a purple magic circle with a fist in the center appearing behind her. With amazing speed that betrayed her size, Alyssa leaped ahead and delivered a round-house kick to Ripley's torso, knocking her through the cabin wall.

"That was magic!" Kurohebi exclaimed as Lucy and Salamander looked on in shock. Alyssa turned and glared at Salamander.

"Salamander, right? I heard some girls saying that you're a Fairy Tail wizard," Alyssa said as she gripped the hem of her shirt.

"Y-ya. So what of it?" Salamander asked with a trembling voice. Alyssa pulled up her shirt to reveal a dark purple mark over her abdominals. One that vaguely resembled a dancing fairy.

"Because I'm from Fairy Tail! And I've never seen you before in my life!"

"That mark!" Salamander shouted.

"No way!" Lucy exclaimed. "Alyssa's a Fairy Tail wizard?! And you could do laundry on her abs!"

"Lucy? What are you doing here?" a voice said from above. Lucy looked up at the hole Alyssa had made and saw Happy…floating in the air with a pair of white wings on his back.

"This guy tricked me. He said he could get me into Fairy Tail if I came to his party," Lucy said before noticing the elephant in the room. "Wait? When did you get wings?"

"We'll explain that later," Alyssa said, taking a fighting stance. "Happy, get Lucy out of here. I'll deal with these bastardos."

"Aye, ma'am!" Happy exclaimed as he wrapped his tail around Lucy's waist. "Hold on!"

Lucy screamed in shock as the blue cat lifted her into the sky.

"You won't get away!" Salamander proclaimed as he snapped his fingers. "Flame Magic: Red Carpet!"

Alyssa attempted to jump at Salamander but she was stopped in her tracks by a stream of magenta fire.

"Uh, uh, uh, big gal." Alyssa turned and saw Kurohebi, flames surrounding his hands. "You gotta deal with me."

'He's got flame magic too?' Alyssa thought as Salamander took off in the air after Happy & Lucy. Meanwhile, Ripley had finally managed to pull herself out of the rubble.

"Ripley, get the rest of the guys!" Kurohebi shouted. "I can already tell that this ladies' gonna be a big problem."

"Right," Ripely said as she ran out of the cabin.

"Go ahead. Bring as many people as you like, cazzo!" Alyssa shouted, cracking her knuckles as her thick arms began to glow with the same purple magic as before. "I'll kick all your asses!"

On the shores of Hargeon, Natsu and Zeke stood atop the seawall. The brunette looked out onto the water with his goggles over his eyes. But these were no ordinary eyewear. By feeding a small degree of mana into them, Zeke was able to see over great distances.

"What's going on?" Natsu asked as he saw streams of fire flying through the sky.

"That Salamander guy is chasing Happy and…Lucy?" Zeke replied, watching as the blue-haired man unleashed blasts of flame magic at the two as Happy weaved and bobbed to dodge his attacks.

"This sucks! I should be out there!" Natsu groaned.

"We both know you'd get sick as soon as you stepped one foot on the boat," Zeke said, causing his friend to pout. "Besides."

Zeke fed mana into his bracelet, causing the gems in it to glow. In an instant, it transformed into a majestic silver longbow with green accents and shimmering bowstring. The green gems now sat directly above and below the arrow rest. "I could use the target practice."

A green magic circle with an arrow at its center appeared between the gems. Zeke placed his right hand in the circle and pulled back on the bowstring. As he did, an arrow made of solid green magical energy manifested within the bow, its arrowhead consisting of three points.

"Arch Shot: Tri-Seeker Arrow!" The arrow soared through the air like a rocket-propelled bird of prey.

Salamander grit his teeth and furrowed his brow as rode atop his Red Carpet, growing increasingly frustrated at his inability to hit Happy and Lucy.

'That cat's faster than he looks,' the flame wizard thought to himself. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glowing arrow heading towards and barely dodged it.

"Nice try," Zeke said with a smirk as the arrow suddenly split into three streams of emerald light that curved and chased after Salamander until they blasted him, causing the flame mage to fall on the deck of his yacht.

"What was that?" Lucy asked.

"That was Zeke's Arch Shot magic," Happy answered.

"He launched a spell from that far away," Lucy said in amazement.

"Um, Lucy?"

She looked up. "What is it?"

"My magic-" Happy began to say before his wings vanished. "-just ran out."

"YOU STUPID CAT!" Lucy screamed as the two fell into the ocean. But as they were submerged, Lucy saw something twinkling on the seafloor.

Back on the yacht, Salamander groaned as he got back up. He checked to make sure nothing was broken and gaped in horror when he saw the arrows had torn his cape to pieces. As he vowed vengeance for the destruction of his favorite cape, Salamander noticed that the fight between Alyssa and Kurohebi had moved to the deck.

"Prominence Typhoon!" Kurohebi shouted as he launched a column of fire at Alyssa.

"Boost Magic: Boosted Leap!" she chanted. Magic enveloped her legs as she leaped out of the way. With magic still running through her legs, Alyssa jumped towards her opponent as her right arm lit up like her legs. "Boost Magic: Enhanced Knuckle!"

Kurohebi barely had time to dodge as Alyssa attempted to punch him, her fist smashing through the deck floor. However, the snake-like man smirked as he swiped his fingers across her legs as magic circles spun in his eyes.

"Copy Magic: Epithet Scan." Alyssa felt a burst of magic enter her body and then leave. She back-handed Kurohebi, pushing him across the deck. However, the black-haired mage simply chuckled. "Alright, big girl. Let's how you handle your own magic. Boosted Kick!"

To Alyssa's surprise, purple magic surrounded Kurohebi's legs before he leaped and kicked her into a table.

'Copy Magic?! Merda!' Alyssa thought to herself as she got back up.

"Hey, Kuro!" The two mages turned and saw Ripley flanked by all slavers' goons, her golden guns in hands, and a large case strapped to her back. "If you don't want to die, then get out of the way!"

"You got it," he said before leaping out of the way. Alyssa quickly channeling her mana into her legs.

"Guns Magic: Rapid-Fire!"

"Boost Magic: Boosted Jump!"

Ripley unleashed a torrent of yellow mana bullets that Alyssa was forced to jump to avoid. The orange-haired woman quickly jumped behind the buffet table and tipped it to use as a makeshift barrier.

But before the slavers could get cocky, Salamander saw another arrow pass the ship before breaking into three streams of green light again. He scowled as he snapped his fingers. "Flame Magic: Red Curtain!"

A large wall of fire appeared on the deck, blocking the arrows. "Ripley, there's another Fairy Tail wizard attacking from long-range! Get rid of them!"

"Alright, but mind your tone," Ripley said before running towards a nearby ladder, leaving Alyssa to fight Salamander, Kurohebi, and their goons. The bespectacled wizard quickly reached the roof of the yacht and opened the case, revealing a golden sniper rifle with a long barrel and a scope. "Okay, Ronney. Time to go hunting."

Ripley laid down on her stomach and aimed her rifle towards the direction the arrows came. Like Zeke did with his magical goggles, Ripley fed mana into her scope, allowing her to see Natsu and Zeke on Hargeon's beach. With a grin, the Guns Wizard readied her next spell, a yellow magic circle with a bullet epithet appearing in front of the barrel.

"Guns Magic: Horizon Bullet!" With a pull of her trigger, a magical bullet shot through the air, barreling towards Zeke and Natsu. The pink-haired man's ears twitched when he heard the shot.

"Incoming!" Natsu shouted before tackling Zeke into the sand as bullet destroyed the part of the seawall they'd been standing on. "What the hell was that?!"

Zeke quickly sat up and zoomed in again with his goggles, seeing Ripley on the roof of the yacht. The two were forced to evade more Horizon Bullets that sent sand flying high in the sky when they hit the beach.

"Looks like one of Salamander's lackeys has long-range magic," Zeke stated before noticing that they had begun to attract the attention of Hargeon's citizens. "Natsu, try to get the rubberneckers away from the beach."

"Got it!" Natsu replied before running towards the townspeople. "You guys better high-tail it out of here! Things are about to get crazy magical!"

As Natsu tried to get the townsfolk away from the beach, Zeke stood defiantly, Ripley right in his sight. He conjured another arrow, this one with an arrowhead shaped like a stick of dynamite. "Alright, lady. You picked the wrong wizard to pick a firefight with. Arch Shot: Demolition Arrow!"

Ripley barely had time to roll away as Zeke's spell hit the roof, exploding upon impact. She quickly aimed and fired another Horizon Bullet that Zeke was forced to dodge. The two then proceeded to engage in a long-range battle, each of them launching spells from a great distance and dodging when they needed to. However, since Ripley and her allies were on a boat, they were slowly losing as Zeke's spells kept blasting more of the yacht apart.

As this was going on, Lucy and Happy emerged from the sea, the blonde having recovered her keys from the ocean floor. Lucy looked at the yacht with a determined smirk as she grabbed a golden key. "Here we go. Open, Gate of the Water Bearer - Aquarius!"

Lucy plunged the key into the water and a blue magic circle with a cross epithet appeared. With a burst of mana and water, a blue-haired mermaid with a dark blue tail appeared before Lucy and Happy, a blue and silver urn in her hands.

"That was awesome!" Happy cried out with joy.

"That's the power of a Celestial Wizard," Lucy explained. "I can summon spirits from the Celestial Realm to assist me in battle."

She turned and pointed at the yacht. "Listen up, Aquarius. I want you to use your magic to push that ship back into the port." However, the spirit glared at Lucy with piercing blue eyes and grit her teeth. "Hey," Lucy exclaimed. "Drop the attitude and help me!"

"Let's get something straight…" Aquarius said, her voice low and dangerous as water began to flow around her, and she narrowed her eyes at Lucy and Happy, sending shivers down their spines. "…the next time you so much as think about dropping my key, you're dead."

"U-understood," Lucy squeaked out while Happy let out a terrified whimper as Aquarius unleashed her spell and a torrent of ocean water was sucked into her urn.

"Poseidon's Wrath!" With a ferocious yell, Aquarius launched a tidal wave at the yacht…that also engulfed Lucy and Happy. Back on the yacht, Alyssa was in the midst of blocking Kurohebi's blows and Salamander's flame magic, only for the three wizards, Ripley, and the goons to notice the sudden shadow cast over the boat. They looked up and gaped at the massive tidal wave heading their way.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" the slavers all shouted.

"¡SANTO CIELO!" Alyssa yelled as the yacht was consumed by the wave.

Back on the shore, Zeke's eyes and mouth widened in shock at the approaching water. The green-eyed man quickly turned around and ran towards Natsu and the crowd. "EVERYONE, RUN FOR IT!"

Natsu and the townsfolk turned and balked at the sight of the rapidly approaching wave and attempted to high-tail away from the beach. As the wave was about to hit the shore, Zeke grabbed Natsu and created a green barrier around them just as the tidal wave consumed them and Hargeon's shore.

Luckily the seawall blocked the bulk of the water and what water made it past did barely any damage as Hargeon's buildings were built to withstand flooding. And as fast as it came, the water receded, revealing that Zeke had fallen on top of Natsu, the two men groaning in pain.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Natsu groaned out as Zeke got off him.

"No idea. Maybe one of Salamander's lackeys di-" As the brunette opened his eyes, he realized that his magic goggles had been shattered. "Damn it! I just bought these!"

"LET'S HIGH-TAIL IT, LADIES!" The two wizards looked and saw that Salamander's yacht had crashed into the shore, waking the girls and giving them the opportunity to escape

At the same time, Lucy and Happy washed up on the shore, the blonde coughing up seawater while the cat ended up buried head-first in the sand. Lucy then noticed Aquarius floating next to her.

"What's the big idea?! You think you could've tried not to sweep me up with the ship?!"

"Oh, that was an accident," Aquarius replied with a smile. "I didn't mean to get the ship."

"YOU WERE AIMING FOR ME?!" Lucy yelled as her spirit turned away.

"Don't call me for a while," the mermaid said with a haughty smirk. "I'm going on a week-long vacation with my boyfriend. And he's hot."

"You don't have to rub it in!" Lucy shouted as her spirit returned to the Celestial Realm. Suddenly, Lucy, Happy, Natsu, and Zeke's attention was brought to the yacht by Alyssa's yells as she was sent flying by Salamander's Flame Magic and crashed into the beach.

"Alyssa!" Natsu and Zeke shouted as they rushed towards her. They quickly helped her up and saw the slavers walking towards them, Salamander, Kurohebi, and Ripley all seething with rage.

"I've had enough of this!" Salamander shouted as he conjured up a magic circle in front of him. "I'll burn all you idiots to ash with a single spell! FLAME MAGIC: PROMINENCE TYPHOON!"

Natsu pushed Zeke and Alyssa out of harm's way and was completely consumed by a swirling pillar of fire.

"NATSU!" Lucy yelled while Kurohebi cackled.

"Aw, isn't that sweet? Pinkie sacrificed himself to save his buddies," Kurohebi said with a bemused smirk.

"Looks like Fairy Tail ain't all it's cracked up to be," Ripley taunted. But suddenly, Zeke and Alyssa began to chuckle, confusing everybody.

"Oh, please. As if Natsu could be killed by fire magic," Zeke said with a smirk of his own.

"How're the flames, tesoro mio?" Alyssa asked.

"Not gonna lie…" Natsu's voice came from within the inferno. "…it's pretty gross."

"HE'S STILL ALIVE?!" The trio of slavers cried out. What happened next utterly baffled everyone except Zeke, Alyssa, and Happy. A loud slurping sound was heard across the beach, the fire began to shrink. It shrank further until everyone could see that Natsu was actually eating the fire! Aside from his burnt coat, he was completely unharmed.

"Thanks for the meal, poser," Natsu said as he tore off the remains of his coat, revealing an open black and orange-trimmed vest, his muscular torso and arms, a black wristband on his left wrist, and a red Fairy Tail mark on his right shoulder. "Now, I've got a fire in my belly that's raging to get out!"

Natsu then smashed his fists together, conjuring up an orange circle with a dragon epithet in front of him. He then sucked in a massive amount of air. "Fire Dragon's Roar!"

From his mouth, Natsu unleashed his own torrent of flames. Salamander evaded with his Red Carpet spell, and Kurohebi boosted his legs to get himself and Ripley rolled out of the way. The rest of the slavers panicked and ran as Natsu's spells destroyed the remains of their yacht.

"A Fairy Tail wizard with spiky pink hair, a scaly scarf, and unique fire magic," Kurohebi said as his eyes widened in realization. "Bora, this guy's the real Salamander!"

"Natsu's Salamander?!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Don't use my real name, you idiot!" the man called Bora said as Natsu, Alyssa, and Zeke stood together, staring the other trio down.

"Bora Solak, or Bora the Prominence as he likes to call himself," Happy said, surprising Lucy. "I've heard of this guy; he used to be a member of the guild Titan Nose but got kicked out for bad behavior."

(Music Que - Fairy Tail Main Theme)

"We should probably introduce ourselves," Natsu stated as the air around him began to heat up. "I'm Natsu Dragneel, the Fire Dragon-Slayer!"

"My name's Alyssa Grunewald!" Alyssa said as she moved into a fighting stance. "And they call me the Boost Queen!"

"The name's Ezekiel Hudson, archer extraordinaire and proud heir of the heroic Hudson legacy," Zeke said as he tossed aside his broken goggles. He then pulled down his shirt collar, revealing a green Fairy Tail guild mark just below his left collar bone. "And you assholes are dealing with the greatest team Fairy Tail's ever had: Bravestar!"

'THEY'RE TEAM BRAVESTAR!' Lucy thought in absolute shock. These weirdos she'd bought lunch for were the infamous Team Bravestar she'd read so much about. While Fairy Tail wizards were known for being rowdy, she had read about a trio of wizards that went overboard during their fights, even by their guild's standards. Because of this, Bravestar was also known as Fairy Tail's Demolition Team.

"Pay attention! Because this is what real Fairy Tail wizards can do!" Natsu shouted, charging ahead, his fists engulfed in orange flames.

"S-Stay back!" Bora shouted. "Flame Magic: Red Shower!"

Bora unleashed a barrage of fireballs at team Bravestar. Natsu didn't even bother to dodge and ran straight towards Bora. Natsu leapt into the air with a burst of flame with a blazing right fist.

"Fire Dragon's Blazing Fist!" With a powerful swing, Natsu punched Bora with enough force to send him flying into a nearby building.

"Try eating this, Salamander!" Ripley shouted as she aimed her pistols at Natsu. "Guns Magic: Rapid-Fire!"

"Nice try!" Zeke shouted, this time conjuring up an arrow with an arrowhead shaped like a bundle of smaller arrows. "Arch Shot: Arrow Volley!"

Zeke the arrow and in a flash of light, it split into a volley of 100 small arrows that tore through Ripely's bullets.

"Damn you!" Kurohebi shouted, charging at Zeke with mana flowing around his legs. He suddenly felt intense burning pain shoot through them. He let out a pain yelled as he slowed to a crawl, allowing Alyssa to jump in and catch his hand.

"Looks like you copied my magic's weakness too!" Alyssa proclaimed as she channeled magic through her arms. "Boost Magic: Grand Toss!"

With a powerful swing, Alyssa tossed Kurohebi over the wrecked yacht.

"Their magic is nuts," Lucy said, completely in awe as the trio continued to fight.

"Aye," Happy said and began to explain. "Zeke uses hereditary magic that only his family has called Arch Shot Magic. It has properties of both Archery and Light Magic. Alyssa's magic is Boost Magic. It can supercharge the caster's physical abilities, but using too much can damage their insides, so they need to have a strong body to use it properly. And Natsu's Fire Dragon-Slayer Magic gives him all the abilities of a fire dragon. So he's not only immune to fire, but he can also replenish his mana by eating it."

Ripley scowled as she aimed Zeke and Alyssa, but Natsu charged at her, his arms now coated in fire.

"Fire Dragon's Wing Attack!" With a swing of his arms, Natsu unleashed twin torrents of fire at Ripley and blasted her into the water, knocking her unconscious. Bora emerged from the rubble of the building atop his red carpet with a wild and crazed look on his face.

"DAMN YOU ALL!" Bora screamed as a massive magic circle appeared beneath him. "BURN IN HELL!" A gargantuan crimson fireball in the shape of a skull formed above his head. "FORBIDDEN FLAME MAGIC: RED SK-"

"Arch Shot: Demolition Arrow!" Before Bora could finish his incantation, Zeke fired a magic arrow at Bora's fireball. The explosion was seen and heard all across Hargeon and beyond as Bora was blasted out of the air. As Bora fell to the ground, his eyes widened when he saw Alyssa charging at him, the magic around her arms glowing far brighter than before.

"Hey, stronzo!" Alyssa shouted. "This is what you get for impersonating my boyfriend! Boost Magic: Grand Combo-Punch!"

As soon as Bora came within arms' length, Alyssa unleashed a ferocious barrage of supercharged punches. And with a final solid right hook, the fake Salamander was sent flying into the town, crashing into a nearby water fountain. And with that, the battle between team Bravestar and the slavers reached its end.

(Music End)

"Alright! We won!" Natsu shouted as he and Zeke shared a fist bump. They ran up the seawall's stairs to join Alyssa.

"We rock!" Alyssa cheered as she and Zeke then did a double high-five, which she immediately regretted it as her arms began to hurt. "Owie."

"Oh, crap! Sorry, Alyssa," Zeke replied.

"It's okay. They're just a little sore," she said. But before the trio could continue their celebration, they heard something fall and break. Turning around, they saw that the fountain Alyssa had knocked Bora into had broken in half. They also finally noticed that while the buildings in Hargeon were mostly fine, most of the street had been upended by the tidal wave, and the buildings closest to the beach had been hit by some stray spells.

"You guys were amazing, but you really overdid it!" Lucy exclaimed as she and Happy approached the three.

"Well, I can't argue with that," Alyssa said, rubbing the back of her head with a nervous laugh. However, Natsu genuinely chuckled.

"Actually, this is pretty good by our standards," Natsu said.

"Aw, man!" Zeke exclaimed as he started pulling his hair. "Master Makarov's gonna have an ulcer when he hears about this."

"To be fair, Lucy and the fish lady did most of the damage," Happy said.

"Hey!" the blonde shouted.

"You caused that tidal wave?!" Zeke yelled. "And what fish lady are you talking about?!"

Before they could continue their conversation, Natsu's ears picked the sound of marching feet. He spun around and saw a large group of soldiers clad in orange & blue uniforms marching through the town."Oh shit! It's the Rune Knights!"

"The army's here?!" Lucy shouted.

"Run for it!" Zeke shouted as the five bolted away as fast as they could, Natsu grabbing Lucy by the arm.

"Why are you taking me?" Lucy asked as she was dragged off.

"You said you wanted to join Fairy Tail, right?" Alyssa asked. Lucy's eyes widened in disbelief. Actual Fairy Tail wizards were inviting her to join their guild. As they ran, the blonde saw that the four guild wizards had sincere expressions on their faces, even as they ran for their lives.

"So, let's go!" Natsu said excitedly. Lucy smiled back at them, slipping her arm out of Natsu's and started willingly running away with the four.

"Alright!" Lucy cheered with an ear to ear smile as the five ran out of Hargeon. It had been a crazy day, but Lucy had a feeling that things would only get better from here.

And indeed, the five friends would back on this night and realize that it was this day in Hargeon when their legend truly began.

Elsewhere…

On top of a snow-covered mountain caught in a raging blizzard, a fierce battle had just reached its conclusion. A lone mage stood amongst the corpses of over a dozen ape-like creatures, out of breath and barely holding himself up with his broadsword. The man appeared to be in his early forties. He had black eyes, slicked-back dark blue hair, and his outfit consisted of an open white coat with blue inner-lining, rolled up brown pants held up by a white belt, an s-shaped necklace hanging around his neck, and a pair of dark brown loafers.

'Well, that about wraps things up,' the man thought to himself, standing up as his broadsword vanished in a dark blue light. 'Time to head home.'

Unfortunately, one of the ape creatures the man had been fighting was rather clever, playing dead amongst its brethren. With his foe's guard down, the beast howled and attacked, the raging winds drowning out the man's screams.

To be continued…

Author's Note 2: Back when I wrote the first chapter of A New Day five years ago, I had no idea how much that story would mean to me. Writing AND and its sequels helped me improve my writing skills more than I ever imagined. And it was through these Fairy Tail stories that I met my co-writer, editor, and one of my best friends, xpegasus.

But recently, as I reread A New Day while compiling that story and sequels together, I realized just how flawed it was. I barely broke away from the canon, limiting my creativity and original flare. I also didn't really know whether I wanted to stick with the original Fairy Tail magic system for awhile, winging it until me and XPegasus sorted out the details midway through Homecoming. And I realized that it can be hard to get people invested in the later parts of my story if the beginning is mediocre.

So, now with years of experience under my belt, my best friend at my side, and a firm idea for where I want my Fairy Tail story, I've decided to reboot the Fairy Mythos Series. Or as it's going to be known from now on, Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga!

I hope that everyone who's followed all of my Fairy Tail stories until now will join me and xpegasus as we venture once again into this magical world. And hopefully, we'll make a lot of new friends and fans along the way.

Next Chapter: The Brawl at Mt. Hakobe!

See you next time!

#Fairy Tail #Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga #fanfiction #Lucy Heartfilia #Natsu Dragneel #Happy #Alyssa Grunewald #Ezekiel 'Zeke' Hudson #Bora #Kurohebi #Ripely #Aquarius

[mmoxie]

im just really falling in love with my d&d campaign as it’s shaping up and i wanna talk about it

first: i invented a race called the Arcillans for this campaign- they’re long gone in the formal sense, leaving behind only a few “claymen” who have lost touch with the original Arcillan culture- these people have clay pots with animated faces on them for heads, and their bodies are hard clay on the outside, soft clay on the inside

with that in mind: i built this campaign around the idea that the players would climb up a mountain and meet a dragon and his horde

very, very classical stuff, based on hoard of the dragon queen, greenrest is a physical location in the world, but the similarities fall off fast

what’s coming next is for the benefit of my players, who i’ll be sharing this post with, but also please enjoy a rundown of the story if you’re just reading casually

this gets more detailed as we approach the end, because we’re approaching our first real climax in the story, and also because the session was literally last night and i remember all the cool shit my players did a lot better

here is a bulleted list of every major beat of the campaign so far:

exorcised a haunted house belonging to a ghost called Jean Jacques Francois Jackques-Jean, helped a mad scientist murder his colleague, murdered and resurrected a Grue using a cursed mace found in the attic

murdered a libertarian sorcerer named Cuke Caskins for trying to sell them magic wishes

nearly started a war with the dwarves in the name of liberating a big frog with a big ass (Bufotocks Bufotocken)

met and grew to loathe a prince (High Prince Groalde Apatosaurus Weedteen of the Grand Kingdom of Falconwreath) who was also questing up the mountain and raising all kinds of hell

met and grew to love an ancient djinn (Kludge Mansmoke) whose vessel was shattered and whose options were running thin

climbed to the dragon’s peak only to find the dragon (Bronze Broden) asleep

arranged a deal with its steward (Veil Guardian Atrix) to take some loot on loan

one piece of loot was a strange-looking baby dragon

descended to carry out the steward’s quest and got in trouble at a quarry

met a claymen pirate (Captain Potricia) with a lich (Terrigax the Nightbringer) in her fishtank

nearly freed that lich the moment they met it

descended into the quarry to meet the oldest living Arcillan (Quaestor)

turns out they share a consciousness with the steward on the peak

turns out the baby dragon is actually made of clay like they are!

the mountain abruptly collapses, causing the party to instantly die

they awaken in the afterlife to find a very handsome cowboy (Penn Ultimate) trying to help

he asks them some important questions and opens a door to the past

everything can change if they handle the idiot libertarian differently

turns out he has an insight into a phoenix conspiracy and our sorcerer, Tav’as, has a magical phoenix feather gifted to them from Kludge

he shows them how to make a phoenix compass and sends them away

one of the first people they met (Khoris Mosscloak) has slain a forest god and taken over

she likes the party, but they must pass her trial to continue following the compass

they pass, and are knocked into a shared dream upon passing

the owner of the phoenix feather in the compass seems to have a job, IN the dream, and offers further directions in exchange for getting her feather back

everyone finds some sort of insight or tool in the dream, and when it ends, they wake up in the subterranean chamber where they’d died

our paladin, Gumbo Tuggins, finds she no longer has the dragon like she expected to- somehow when the timeline reset it stayed with Quaestor

turns out the baby dragon serves as the command core for a hundred foot tall clay robot, called Quaestor’s Opus, which he helpfully uses to give everyone a ride to the surface

Opus sets the party outside the quarry and then Quaestor starts telling the claymen inside that it’s time to start making weapons!

unnerved but unable to address a giant robot, the party decides to seek the help of someone who’s been on the map from the very beginning- the Psychology Giant

the Psychology Giant turns out to be a living fortress from the ancient Arcillan era, who has seen it all and is very good about advice

in the middle of trying to talk with him, the Dwarves attack, seeking to satisfy an ancient grudge with the PG, who they think collapsed the mountain on their ancestors

breaking off one of the Wishing Horns he was granted from the libertarian’s goat in the first timeline, our druid Aloro casts a massive spell that causes the army to flee- all but their commanding officer (Qorporal Quaebo Qrang), who they turn on and shoot when he tries to order them to stay

Gumbo can’t allow Quaebo die despite everything, and rushes over to stabilize him- where it’s discovered that he has an astral skull biting his wrist, and that all dwarves are “half-astral” due to something terrible that happened in the past

they rush Quaebo to the hospital inside the mountain, getting their first taste of how the dwarves live- it’s pretty modern! there’s sports! there’s a restaurant full of oiled-up muscly dwarf men called Hunkers!

Quaebo- in a hospital bed recovering- focuses his attention on the party’s barbarian (Arkosa), who is haunted by a number of lingering spirits. the dwarves share that plight in a way- there’s a person on a lower level who’s known to help with separating the astral from the physical. go to him.

they descend and find Potzen Pans, an ancient Arcillan claiming to be the first Paladin, who is doing his duty diligently to separate necromantically-animated bones from astrally-entangled flesh, which essentially boils down to beating the piss out of dwarven undead with a big pike.

realizing he can’t just beat the ghosts out of the barbarian, Potzen leads the party down into The Sarcophagus, level 5 of the Dwarven city

it’s full of skeletons. they’re glowing with a radiance like the sun. it is revealed that years ago, a lich killed a great many people up and down the mountain to raise an army of “Sunlight Skeletons” and this was the great trauma that caused the boundary between astral and physical planes to run thin, and cause the dwarves to be “half-astral”

Potzen thinks that reuniting the physical remains (which have been made into sunlight skeletons) with the astral ghosts connected to Arkosa will give them peace and end Arkosa’s haunting

this process is interrupted by none other than Jean Jacques Francois Jackques-Jean, ol’ JJFJJ himself, checking on all the ruckus our party is making and revealing himself to be the supreme commander of the Sunlight Skeleton army

it is revealed that, rather gruesomely, he used to use the Bastard’s Bludgeon (an artifact Gumbo recovered from his mansion and later purified) to get the killing blow on people he was burning alive, so that their weak and sloppy flesh would wick away as ash and their sturdy skeleton could remain to serve in his army

he takes the purified Bludgeon back from Gumbo and casually curses it again

while he’s distracted with Gumbo, who has chosen to argue with him about the mace and get him monologuing, Arkosa is fixated on a single skeleton in the crowd

it’s injured in the same way as one of their ghosts, the one they call Scoops

following the moment of recognition, there’s an attempt for the astral and physical versions of Scoops to reconnect- but a JJFJJ-possessed Potzen smashes Scoops’s body with his pike and sends it flying into the crowd, which throws Astral Scoops into a screaming rage

very quickly, Arkosa starts learning things about these ghosts of theirs, and the ghosts seem to be learning things too- they’ve learned how to work as a team, and a rudimentary way of communicating with Arkosa

all of this proves very interesting and very distracting to JJFJJ, which allows Aloro- obsessed with JJFJJ’s identity as a lich- to focus on finding his phylactery

through some shenanigans involving a magic relic called the Cup of Context, Arkosa manages to “drink” a bit of JJFJJ, and for one minute of their life, understand literally everything about him

including the location of his phylactery, about 100 yards out, in the sea of skeletons

using this information, the party sets up a twofold distraction- Gumbo, Ash (our ranger), and Arkosa keep JJFJJ occupied, while Tav’as and Spyre, both Aaracokra, find different ways to fly into the crowd and cause the skeletons to freak out en masse and work themselves into an uproar

during this, Aloro wildshapes into a rat and rushes underfoot, using information passed to him from Arkosa by way of the spell Message

he approaches a strange building- the room is blindingly bright, but this little house with an open door seems completely black inside

it’s there he meets The Congruence, who is the true identity of all grues, the mind, heart, and soul that they all share

she is also, tragically, JJFJJ’s phylactery.

what follows is a Timed Under-Skeletons Escort Mission, as Aloro casts Darkness that The Congruence can latch onto, and the two slowly march through the army of skeletons, snuffing out the light of any they pass over

the confrontation with JJFJJ himself is getting intense, and as his curiosity grows about Arkosa, everything comes to a boil all at once

Arkosa’s spirits act as a chorus, unleashing a massive psychic scream from all ten of their mouths, causing an incredible 60 damage that utterly evaporates JJFJJ’s crisp, dapper-looking disguise

they’ve revealed a large, skull-faced lich full of shafts of sunlight, blinding to look upon and radiantly warm, draped in the traditional silks and sashes one would actually expect of a Fantasy Lich

they give him all they’ve got, but outside of inconveniencing him- and eventually breaking his hold on Potzen so that Potzen can smash 40 damage worth of pike into his ribcage- they simply aren’t doing damage that might kill him

but Aloro’s on the approach with the Congruence, and one last major attack- a grappling throw from Arkosa- sees JJFJJ thrown out over his army, where he hovers and- witnessing the chaos below- begins to panic as he realizes how much damage has been done to his skeletons and how much work he has to do

this buys the party time to escape the Sarcophagus together with Potzen and the Congruence, and plot their next move

somehow, some way, it’s time to go talk with Terrigax the Nightbringer.

this bulleted list wasn’t supposed to be over 60 bullets long but i guess we’ve done a lot in the name of dungeoning some dragons huh

anyway i’ve had a lot of fun and i love storytelling a lot and being a DM has been extremely rewarding

i look forward to my monday d&d sessions more than any other day of the week!

#long post #d&d #dungeons and dragons #this recap is many times more gigantic than i thought it'd be

[trojantoast]

“The Love, The Dark, The Light, The Flame” (pt. 2) - Zutara Week 2019

Day Two “Speaked” - part two of seven

“What if the world dies with the sunrise? 

Baby it’s all right we’ll be up all night

 What if we’re unmade when the stars fade? 

Keep me going till the night turns into the day.”

- “Until the Night Turns” Lord Huron

@zutaraweek

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Sometimes Katara wished she wasn't a night person. 

She could feel the moon fall below the horizon as she fluffed her pillow again. Her wide windows were open, letting the night time breeze flow in between the mesh of the mosquito net. The fabric flowed gently like sails, barely seen in the darkness. Sleep had not come easy, more so the opposite, for the entire night the waterbender had laid awake. 

Usually, she used this time to get things done, let that be paperwork, research, or relieving the healers at the hospital in Ba Sing Se. Then she’d catch naps wherever she could during the heat of the day. But, she was on vacation, and had purposefully not brought any work with her. 

Katara wrapped herself in the cool silk sheets, and snuggled deeper into the feather pillows. This was the most comfortable bed she had inhabited in recent memory. There was no denying that. The ocean whispering outside and the sound of night animals provided a comforting atmosphere. Yet, sleep escaped her. She blamed the almost full moon. Though the real culprit, though she would never admit it herself, was the man sleeping in the room just a thin wall away from her.

 If she was quiet enough she could hear his breathing. If she stayed still she could reach out and feel the blood pumping through his veins. The habit was one she picked up from healing him after Sozin’s comet. She would be so attuned to his heartbeat those lonely, scary, days and nights that the simplest shift would wake her from slumber. 

So it was second nature to sink into his strong, though uneven, breaths. Her mind wandered far away, and also sat empty. Though awake, she was at peace. 

Was it creepy that she was using her bending to spy on him? Probably. But, knowing his heart was steady, when at one time it barely beat at all, made waves of comfort wash over and smooth out the edges of the day. So Katara listened, and watched the sky outside lighten slowly. 

Hours before dawn, she was stirred from her trance when he abruptly rolled to the side of his bed and stood walking quietly to his door. She followed his footsteps until they faded away.

The sun had always woken Zuko the minute it rose above the horizon, but it couldn't wake him up if he never fell asleep in the first place. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion and he longed for nothing more than to sink into his dreams and wake up in the morning refreshed. But his mind had other plans. Like fall leaves in the wind, moments and images flew through his head. Everything from what he wanted to eat tomorrow, to budgeting meetings, to the bed he laid in. His thoughts ran together like water droplets on metal. He craved chicken so he thought about the food budget for the palace, which led to his budget compared to that of various restaurants, which lead to an inn he had stayed at once, which led to a conversation a few months ago with the palace tailor that then made him think of the sheets. His sheets sent him down a spiral about trade with the earth kingdom which made him think about the colonies, soon he was considering politics and alliances. 

He could really use some of his uncles tea. These night time thoughts where common back in the capitol, and he would usually sneak down to the kitchen and follow the recipe Iroh had left him. He had gotten better at brewing it over the years, but he still couldn't do it right without the directions. Then bringing the pot back up to his room he usually pen his letters to Katara. 

But he had stupidly left the recipe at the palace, and Katara was asleep not a foot away from his own headboard. He needed another option. 

His mind decided to wonder to his correspondence with the woman just on the other side of the wall. Zuko wrote Katara the most out of the group, and the letters were often very long. He asked her council on a lot of decisions, and was known to send entire transcripts of meetings so she could be completely informed, she gave advice that always work. In turn, Katara would rant to him about a particularly challenging patient, or earth kingdom noble who ticked her off, and Zuko would do his best to be helpful, suggesting new ideas, or consulting the palaces extensive medicine scrolls. The letters where she was particularly puzzled with a medical case where some of his favorite to read. Sometimes the letter cataloged her entire thought process from hypothesis to conclusion. Some letters were deeper than others. During the harder parts of Azula’s rehabilitation Zuko had been so immersed in the darker parts of his mind he watched himself speak in spiraling language about that happier parts of his childhood, as well as the more violent moments. The ink in those was often smudged with tear drops.  

There was a bond there, an intimacy, Zuko couldn't quite explain.

He laid in his bed for a while longer, until his chi stirred with the nearing dawn. Since sleep had escaped him, Zuko decided on a walk. 

The dock faced the north, with a panoramic view of the open ocean, setting the stage for both the sunrise in the east and its setting in the west. It was blocked by a barrier of rocks that  broke the waves, creating a calm lagoon. If you were feeling more adventurous, on the other side of the slick stones was a beach, with large waves that crashed on the grey volcanic sand. It was the best piece of real estate on the island, with acres of empty forrest for privacy. Only the best for the Fire Lord and his guests.

Strips of clouds crossed the sky, revealing the fading stars through their thin bodies. The sky paled with the promised sunrise. Zuko let his feet be gently batted around by the incoming tide. His fingers wrapped around the edge of the dock, worn wood cool under his touch. The night air chilled his bare shoulders, and made his loose hair tickle his nose. The young Fire Lord’s mind was at peace, unlike in his bed, but he was alone. So he welcomed the soft footsteps that approached him from behind. 

“I brought tea.” 

Zuko couldn't deny the warmth that filled his chest when she sat next to him and set the cup into his hands.

He glanced over at her, but in the gathering dawn he could only make out the white of her bindings peeking out from under a loosely tied tunic, and her wild hair eclipsing the sky behind her. 

“Surprised to see you up this early.” His eyes lingered on her gently.

“Oh I'm usually getting ready for bed around now, actually.”

“You’re joking.” 

“Nope.” a giggled escaped her lips, “I get my best work done under the cover of darkness.” She wiggled her fingers for effect, “after all wasn’t it you who said, ‘you rise with the moon, I-”

“-rise with the sun, yeah, yeah.” Zuko leaned back on his hands and stared at the clouds above, “but, Katara, really? It’s almost sunrise.” 

She shrugged, sipping her tea. “So you couldn’t sleep?” she changed the subject with ease.

“Not really, I couldn't shut my mind off.” 

“What were you thinking about?” she prompted. The sky had grown paler and her features slowly illuminated. 

“What do you think of my robes?” Zuko remembered a particular strand of thought that had itched his brain.

Katara tucked one leg under the other, turning to face him completely, her expression was open and her tea cup rested in her hands, “The formal ones? Or your every day ones?” 

“The formal ones.” Zuko clarified, “The other day I was being fitted for new ones, and the tailor asked me if I had any suggestions, but nothing came to me.” 

“Well…” she considered it for a while, “they’re alright, a little stuffy for my taste. Oh, and you could definitely lose the shoulder spikes.” she added as an afterthought.

“I would have to agree.” 

“They’re a little… intense.” 

He laughed at that. The conversation then followed a sort of lazy, meandering, pattern. The pair rambled on about robes, as well as a myriad of other things. Zuko only halfway listened. He took part in the conversation. It was so easy to talk to her, even if every glance sent his heart fluttering. 

He was more focused on the blue of her eyes and how they crinkled up when they laughed and how her hair kept falling in her face and how she ran her fingers along the edge of her now empty cup as she talked and how her gaze kept drifting back to the sea. And he relished in the moments when he would stop watching her for a moment and realize she was watching him too.

They had to have been sitting there for hours. Their tea cups abandoned beside them, they laid on their backs admiring the now vibrant pink clouds.

Katara was pointing out interesting shapes with childlike enthusiasm. Zuko’s arms rested behind his head and he followed her tan hands as they gestured to the wide sky. 

She had settled her head on his chest, right below his beating heart. Warmth radiated from where her cheek met his bare skin, just inches away from his blossom of marred flesh. He longed to never move from this position. Zuko didn't quite understand what he felt towards her, but seeing her dark hair curl around his lightning mark, a wound he would receive a thousand times over, just to see her safe. He knew that whatever he did feel, it was deep, and complicated, and made his heart leap and ache and open wider than it ever had before. 

“Hey, Zuko?” Her voice was quieter, and her hands now rested on her stomach.

“Yeah?” he whispered, sleep tugging at his eyelids. He felt her shift, and her hand ghosted over the pendant at her neck he couldn't see, but knew was there. 

“Do you ever dream about your mom?” an edge of exhaustion crept into her words.

He thought hard about her question, though he was just as tired as Katara’s voice betrayed her to be.

“Yes, all the time.”

There was silence on her end, then the quietest words of all, barely heard, 

“If you could change things would you?”

It was his turn to reach up, touching the ruined skin below his eye, he traveled down to his chest, his fingers intertwining in her soft hair. He felt a shadow of the pain of his sister’s strike, the ache of his mother disappearing in the night, the feeling of not being able to look his father in the eye after returning home, the feeling of her in his arms, the first time they had stood on this dock, so many years ago. 

“No.” 

He closed his eyes, feeling the calming presence of sleep wash over him. He felt her breath even out as well and he slipped into his dreams, bare back pressed against cool wood, and the sun rising triumphantly over the sea. Gentle words tickled at the edge of his consciousness, like the opening line of a sweet dream.

“I love you.”

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inspired by this beautiful piece of fan art

#zutara week 2019 #zutara week #zutara #zuko #katara #Avatar The Last Airbender #zutara fanfiction #fanfiction

[pinkforyoongi]

The Fake Bodyguard | Jeon Jungkook

part 2

pairing: commoner!jungkook x princess!reader

genre: fluff au

word count: 4k (oops i got a little carried away)

warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide

a/n: reposting this since tumblr is an ass :( part 1 can be found from my masterlist

finally some news of the real park jimin spread around

“someone claiming to be park jimin was creating chaos at the main entrance gates. what a dumb ass he’s already here! besides they were wearing commoners clothes so probably some local madman” -a kind maid

“y-yeah haha. what an idiot” -sweating jungkook beside you

“please make sure not to hurt him. if he’s still there, have someone escort him somewhere safe within the village. thank you”

to say jungkook was surprised by your kindness was an understatement

he was expecting you to be a selfish brat living without worries but turns out you were an actual sweetheart??

he had been your bodyguard for two days and his whole opinion about you and your family had changed drastically

well- he still wasn’t so sure about your parents though

he felt like they were a bit,,,, secretive

they didn’t tell you much about the village and it’s people, leaving out major details like the spreading of the nasty virus

it was big news in the village so it was hard for him to digest that you had absolutely no idea what was going on

whenever you tried to ask your parents about the villagers they’d give you short replies, telling you not to worry about them since they were handling it

you never dared to pry, since you knew your parents were busy and stressed out, especially during a time like this

the maid smiled and scurried off into the distance, leaving you alone with your bodyguard

“do you ever wonder?”

“about what, kookie? you have to be a bit more specific”

“about the villagers? about what goes down there?”

you smiled at the boy, thinking he must actually be one of the villagers since he’s so curious about your thoughts

“all the time. believe me, wish i knew all the scoop”

jungkooks heart tingled

“yeah i’ve heard some crazy stories from there”

you pretended to be surprised

“you’ve been to the village!!”

at this point jungkook realized he’s supposed to be from another kingdom

“ehh yeah a couple of times”

“tell me everything! please”

your eyes went big and a wide grin spread on your face

the glint in your eyes made jungkook believe you were genuinely interested

and because he loved his town and the people in it, he wouldn’t skip a chance to talk about them

“well... i heard there’s a nasty virus spreading around”

the excited grin turned upside down upon hearing his words and jungkook scratched the back of his neck in regret of choosing this as the first thing to tell you about his home town

“...there is? :(”

poor boys heart couldn’t take your puppy eyes any longer

“yeah, but it’s no big deal!!! anyways there’s this one really good soup restaurant! they serve the best soup”

“really? what kind of soup?”

“all kinds of soup! they’re all great i’m a regu- i mean i went there once and... ate like everything on the menu... yeah... omg you have to go there some day-”

you didn't dare stop jungkook from talking about the village so passionately

you listened to every word he told you with a fond smile on his face and made sure to ask questions about his favorite things

what a cute lil baddie

it made you wonder what he really came here for

was he here to assassinate you?

no, he would have already done that

was he here to assassinate your parents?

no, he would have already done that too

was he a thief? did he want money for himself?

you doubted that

he didn't seem like the selfish type

to you he was someone who reminded you of yourself

he was here, maybe he was adventurous and curious too

but no, that couldn't be all

there must have been another reason he was here

and it must have been important to him, for him to risk everything

i mean if he ever got caught for breaking in and pretending to be your body guard?

you didn't even want to think what your parents would do to him

the whole idea made you shiver

jungkook seemed to have a pure heart

for some odd reason you were sure of that

...

"hey kookie, did you want to come here?"

jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and stopped chewing on his chicken wing to look at you

"no? does it look like i want to be here??? smh"

he continued chewing loudly, rolling his eyes at you

"well no i can see you're dead inside but like??? how did you get picked?"

"i guess i'm just that good. or then it's my handsome face. yeah. definitely my face" -jungkook mumbling with chicken in his mouth

"what more could i ask from a body guard" -you rolling your eyes

"hey btw am i getting paid for this or what?"

you thought for a second in reality you had no idea, your parents handled everything like they always did, even if you tried to inquire they always insisted they were taking care of things and you didn't need to worry

however, this could have been a way for you to figure out what he was after

he just asked if he was getting paid, maybe he's just poor and wanted a job?

time to find out

"wdym??? this is your payment :)"

you gestured towards all the food laying in front of him

he stopped chewing again

he even dropped the chicken wing on his plate dramatically, jaw hanging open as he examined the food in horror

"this is my payment?"

"yeah. also you have your own room and the best company you could ask for! isn't that enough? isn't that what we agreed on?" you smile at him innocently

"...i must have amnesia... i'm sorry but what the fuck"

you slapped his shoulder playfully

"language, sir park jimin! and of course i'm kidding you dumb ass. you'll get paid accordingly once this is over... only if it doesn't last forever..."

jungkooks eyes widened even more

"you're too easy to mess with. i doubt you'll be here for long lmao"

"you almost gave me a damn heart attack woman"

you smiled to yourself, knowing there was deeper meaning to your last sentence he wasn't aware of

you picked up your fork and continued eating, expecting jungkook to do the same

however when he didn't, you gave him a questioning look

"what's wrong kookie?"

"just curious... (y/n), do you feel safe? with me? because you know,,, i'm your body guard and all"

"that depends. safe from what? with you i'm definitely not safe from loosing brain cells, i mean you're one hell of a dumb bi-"

"no- i mean do you feel threatened? are you afraid?"

the seriousness caught you off guard a bit and you had to swallow

"no, kookie. i feel safe. i trust you"

jungkook was no trained body guard so he actually felt a little bad for you

he did know how to defend himself well since he had learned a thing or two living in the village

he was confident in his skills- confident enough to knock off park jimin and take his place and sneak into the castle

but he was uncertain

he wasn't sure he could protect the both of you, but at that moment he promised himself he would protect you no matter what

he owed you that much, for stopping your body guard when you were in danger

and if you trusted him with your life, how could he let you down?

after all he could actually get away with this whole park jimin thing if he just did his job and collected the payment then he could get back to the village and help the poor families with their health care debts

he would just need to send them a message

he needed a way to let them know he was going to get money

but how was he supposed to do that when he needed to be around you 24/7 and you weren't allowed to leave the castle?

he could think of a plan later

right now, he just smiled at you in response to let you know he appreciated your honesty

that night jungkook laid awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling

he had escorted you to your room about an hour ago when you had voiced you were tired and wanted to go to bed

he kept thinking about how he was to send the villagers a message

they didn’t have any idea what he had gotten himself into, but jungkook doubted they thought he was dead

he had ran away for days before, the villagers and his family had grown pretty accustomed to it

jungkook loved going on adventures, exploring the outside world and visiting different places

he came to think of you, someone who was locked up in a castle for all their life

you never had such a chance to leave and explore

even though jungkook had spent a couple of days with you, he saw how much you yearned to go out there

he could see it in the way you stared out your window whenever anyone exited the castle, whether it was the guards or visitors

he felt so bad for you, he had no idea you could actually be so sad when all this time he had thought you were living your life to the fullest, getting everything you ever wanted in a silver platter

maybe he could sneak you out of the castle? with him?

it would be a win win situation

he would get to see the villagers and you could get a taste of the outside world

how would he bring it up to you? what if you said no?

when would it even happen? during the night? wasn’t that the safest?

his train of thought was interrupted when he heard a knock on his door

he adamantly got up and opened the door to find you standing there, shuffling on your feet, dressed in your night gown

“can i come in? just for a while?”

jungkook opened the door for you to come in

you took a seat at the edge of his bed, sitting down like a proper princess with your hands on your lap

“why are you still awake?” jungkook inquired

you bit your lip and brushed some hair behind your ear

“couldn’t fall asleep. sorry if i’m bothering you”

“it’s fine. i wasn’t getting any sleep either”

“kookie can i be honest?”

jungkook carefully sat down next to you and nodded

“i was a bit afraid just now. i heard a bang and think a bird flew into my window and i got scared i was being attacked”

“what? a bird? omg did you check????”

“yeah i saw feathers. i’m pretty sure it was a bird”

jungkook wasn’t convinced

he shot up and grabbed your hand, dragging you behind him to your room where he aggressively moved your curtains aside

he peered around, taking notice of the evident feathers still stuck on your window

“kookie?” you quietly called out when he didn’t say anything

“yeah? it’s all good. i don’t think anyone is around”

“okay”

jungkook had to admit his heart jumped to his throat when you told him you had heard a bang

his heart rate was calming down now that he had checked for enemies but adrenaline was still running in his system

he let out a sigh of relief and turned around to face you

you were standing there so innocently, hugging your own body and peering at him through loose strands of your hair

the moon shone trough the opened curtains and illuminated your shiny eyes and made your skin look angelic

you were truly beautiful those weren’t just rumors people spread around, jungkook understood that now

so his body reacted before he had the time to realize what he was doing

he engulfed your smaller frame in a hug

he carefully wrapped his arms around you and pressed your head against his chest, soothingly caressing the back of your head to tell you it was okay and you were safe now, there was no need to be afraid

you didn’t take long to respond, wrapping your hands around his waist and pressing your ear against his chest

“you should go back to sleep, (y/n). i’ll keep an eye on you, okay?”

“don’t you need to sleep?”

“if it means i get to protect you, then no”

“kookie how are you supposed to protect me during the day if you’re tired? at least sleep on my couch”

realizing you were right jungkook agreed

and even though you didn’t know who this boy was, you felt safe with him sleeping in the same room with you

the next day you noticed jungkook was being a bit more quiet

he was clearly in thought and you noticed him staring out of windows towards the village

maybe he was starting to miss his family and friends, you thought

he had been gone for almost a week now, wasn’t his family worried?

heck, you didn’t even know if he had family

just when you felt like you were making friends with him you realized you know absolutely nothing about him

but you wanted to know more, you wanted to be his friend

but you didn’t dare to ask him, he seemed like the type of person you should not bother when they’re deep in thought

so you kept doing you as jungkook quietly followed you around like a shadow

it wasn’t until the sun was finally setting down when jungkook finally said something to you

“when was the last time you left the castle?”

you sipped on your tea before glancing into the distance over the fence of the porch

“years ago. i might have been 15 or 16. i’m not completely locked up, i can go outside as long as it’s inside the walls”

jungkook hummed in response as he also stared outside

he had a look of admiration in his eyes looking at the scenery

the wind gently played with his soft, brown locks and the setting sun made his skin look like honey

“do you want to?”

“what? go outside?”

“yeah. to explore. meet new people in the village. try soup”

you snorted

“yes, soup boy. i dream of going out there every night, but i can’t. my parents would kill me even if i just asked”

“...have you ever like... tried to sneak out?”

“...no? i’m not suicidal, kookie”

“don’t be so dramatic. i used to sneak out as a kid all the time. it’s not that bad”

“you didn’t live in a castle full of guards, did you?”

jungkook shrugged

“i guess you have a point”

you nodded in agreement, taking another sip of your tea

after a short silence you decided to ask more about him

“you sneaked out a lot?”

“yee. i still do it as an adult”

“of course you do. how did you do it?”

“it’s easy once you get the gist of it. you gotta plan your escape during daylight, then execute during the night”

“you seem like an expert at this”

jungkook playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you

you huffed and turned to look at the village that could be seen

it looked inviting

you wanted nothing more than to go there, maybe as another commoner

you wanted to experience how other people your age lived their lives, make friends, go to public schools,,,,,, eat soup

“will you take me there one day?”

“princess (y/n), are you asking me to sneak you out of the castle?”

inside his head, jungkook was doing a victory dance

this was exactly what he wanted to hear you say

“maybe? so, will you?”

jungkook smirked at you

“i’ll think about it”

“i take that as a yes!” you cheered and stood up, ending the conversation there

skip time to nighttime again

you were in your bed about to fall into unconsciousness when suddenly something poked your cheek

you inhaled through your mouth in surprise and shot up

you quickly came to notice it was jungkook, but before you had the time to scold him you were choking on your own saliva

and finally you died from lack of oxygen

the end

jkjk you coughed there like you had pneumonia and jungkook looked a bit horrified

life flashed before his eyes when he thought this was how you were going to die

before you redeemed yourself and held your heart trying to catch your breath

“shit sorry didn’t mean to give you a stroke” -jungkook

“my own body guard just almost killed me” -you

“wtf you doing here anyways? they heard of knocking in your kingdom???”

“i got an idea”

you rubbed your temples in stress

this boys two brain cells decided to unite in the middle of the night and now he was here to tell you about it for some reason

“what is it?”

“let’s sneak out now”

you stared at him in disbelief wondering if you had heard him right

there was a bright smile on his face like he was proud of his idea and you had to admit it was cute but jesus christ

“kookie are you crazy? did you finally snap? people might want to murder me and you want to sneak out of the safety of this castle in the middle of the night?”

jungkook looked down, trying to think of a way to convince you it would be a quick run and he was a pro at this

“i heard there was a festival going on tonight. it would be the perfect opportunity to blend in and go unnoticed. no one could find you and harm you in a large crowd. especially when i’m there with you”

after jungkooks last sentence your heart skipped a beat

you stared at him for a good 10 seconds

and you couldn’t believe he actually convinced you to consider his idea

“besides no one is expecting you to run away. i’ll keep you safe, i promise”

and the second jungkook gave you a soft smile you were sold

damn he should be a salesman he could probably get you to buy anything

so there you were, a big hood on, sneaking behind jungkook on the castle property to try and find a way to climb over the walls

“don’t worry i already have an escape plan”

yeah right

“don’t worry there are people who probably want to murder you but we’re sneaking out of the most safe place you could be in” you thought to yourself

eventually jungkook helped you climb on top of a shack where you proceeded to climb the wall

you were surprised just how easy it was to actually escape

you hadn’t really ever dared to think about escaping by yourself

and if you got caught? you’d be dead for sure

you were still a little hesitant, but jungkook made sure you were following behind him, looking over his shoulder every 5 seconds

once over the wall, you stared into the dark forest right beside the castle and swallowed a lump

jungkook noticed this and quickly walked beside you, offering you to grab onto his arm

and you did, you held damn tight onto it

soon however, the two of you had made it to the edge of the village

and jungkook was right

you could hear loud music and people’s laughter all the way

he grinned at you when you squeezed his arm in response to the commotion

“see? we made it”

jungkook lead you through paths and roads all lit with lanterns

people started walking past you and the commotion got louder and louder

you kept your hood low so no one would recognize you

even though that was highly unlikely

until you had made it to the opening where the festival was held

people were dancing around

basically your mood went from “fuck i’m gonna die” to “holy shit this is beautiful” in a blink of an eye

jungkook saw it in your face and he realized this was his window to talk to his family

“hey umm you want soup? follow me”

before you could protest he was already pulling you towards a small restaurant right at the edge of the market

“wait here so people don’t see you. i’ll be right back”

you wondered why jungkook was acting so hurried all of a sudden but you still nodded your head

maybe he just really missed this soup you thought as you sat down on a bench to gaze at the people having fun at the market

a smile took over your features and you let yourself relax for a bit while being mesmerized over the view in front of you

you checked on jungkook inside the restaurant every once in a while and saw him happily chatting with the cashier

when all of a sudden you heard someone call out to you from the dark alleyway next to the building

“ma’am? could you help me lift this?”

you turned and saw a young black haired man smiling at you politely

he was lifting large boxes to a carriage

“sure” you smiled and stood up to help him

the two of you lifted up a box while the man examined you closely

“i haven’t seen you before. what’s your name?”

you slightly panicked but did your best to keep your cool

“oh, i’m from somewhere else. i’m visiting a friend. my name is... (y/n)”

you internally cringed at yourself for revealing your actual name but it was too late to take it back

“(y/n)? your parents named you after the princess?”

:)

fuck

“y-yeah... exactly”

“well (y/n), my name is park jimin”

your name is what

wait-

your eyes widened involuntarily and you looked up at the man

he was still examining you closely, almost like he was trying to read your mind, maybe waiting for you to reveal your secrets

now you didn’t like this man very much

you had no idea if he was lying or telling the truth but either way you didn’t like it

you needed to abort mission and get jungkook asap

“oh uhh my friend came back! it was nice meeting you i gotta go-”

he stepped in front of you when you tried to hurry past him and grabbed your wrists

“i knew it was you, princess”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about”

the man who claimed to be the actual park jimin was now pushing you further into the dark alleyway so you were out of people’s sight

you were too frozen from fear that your body became incapable of trying to fight him

“get in the carriage” he ordered

and out of actual terror you were about to oblige

when a voice coming from behind him stopped you both

“what do you think you’re doing?”

the man turned around and came face to face with jungkook who had two plates of steaming soup in his hands

jungkooks eyes widened when he realized what was going on

he panicked but managed to throw the steaming soups at the man

he screamed in pain and instantly let go of you

so you took your chance and dashed towards jungkook who quickly grabbed your hand and started running along with you, guiding you throughout some dark alleyways

he obviously knew these roads very well, making you question everything about him and who that man was

you knew jungkook wasn’t legit, but now you were even more confused

all you knew is that you trusted jungkook more than you trusted that man chasing after you

finally jungkook pulled you inside a house and locked the door behind him

he watched from the small window on the door and didn’t turn away before he saw the man running past thinking you were still running

he then turned to you but didn’t meet your eyes

he was too ashamed

and he was scared

“who was that?” you asked him in a demanding voice

jungkook knew he had to tell you the truth

so he took a deep breath and prepared himself

“that was park jimin, your bodyguard. but i don’t think his actual original intentions were to keep you safe”

to be continued

a/n: how do i always end up writing about chicken gdi

#bts #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts scenarios #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts au #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook au #bts royalty au #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff

[superwolfiestar]

I’d would like you to meet (Gravesbeaks one shot fanfics)

In the town of Windsor, a black vehicle was driven and drove through a street of Windsor. Two male birds are inside, one is a parrot while the other is a hawk.

One is a tall, lanky parrot with gray feathers and dark stripes, yellow eyes surrounded by light gray feathers, thick eyebrows, combed hair. He wears a yellow shirt, tan pants and a grey cardigan.

Another is a muscular hawk, with dark and light gray hair and black eyebrows. He has a yellow and black beak and a light cream colored neck with dark spots. He is wearing a black suit with a black tie and a tie pin. He has yellow feet with black talons.

The hawk drove as they are on their way to their destination.

“So where did you live?” The parrot ask him.

“We live not quite far from the Windsor Castle Mark and it not actually that far.” The hawk reply to him back. “I live right between South field and Eton College.”

They keep driving as the grey parrot whose name is Mark stare at the outside the window. Watching the people of Windsor and Eton as they walk on the sidewalk, enter a shops or restaurants.

They turn left as they drove past Eton College and then keep driving. Then turn right as the hawk keep driving straight.

Mark boyfriend Falcon ask him if he would like to meet his family and staying at his childhood home for two weeks. Of course, Mark say yes. Mark haven’t met or seen Falcon family before. He amuse Falcon live in Duckburg but when he told him that he actually live in Windsor Eton. He was quite surprised to hear that his boyfriend live in United Kingdom. Although he remembers seeing a photo of his beloved beefy boyfriend when he was little hawk boy but that photo was taken in the years of the 1990s. So he didn’t know what they look like right now today.

He was quite nervous to meet them for the first time of his life. What if they didn’t like him? Should he greet them in the British accent? When he’s drinking tea, should he let out a pinkie like how British people does? What if they hate the way he wears? Should he wears something nice and elegant?

“We’re here” Falcon announced. They then turn right and drove past the black gate that was automatically open up by itself and close once they enter the ground. Mark look through the window and saw a beautiful mansion, the mansion designed in the high-medieval Gothic and Medieval style. And plus, the mansion itself is giving him a Windsor Castle vibe.

Falcon drove around the mini water fountain. And Mark couldn’t believe his eyes of this sight he witnessed. When they both step out of the vehicle, a woman standing of the door entrance of the mansion. A golden retriever dog dressed in the butler suit walk up to them.

“Welcome home Master Falcon,” he smiled at him and spoke in the british accent. “It's good to see you again.”

“Roland! Nice to see you again, how is my mother and sister?” Mark can see the look on Falcon face, if seen that she was happy to see him again.

“They are very healthy and lovely ladies Master Falcon.” The butler reply.

A hawk woman whose is probably the same height like Mark, she wore a bright green shirt dress - an incredible offering from collar to circle skirt. Cuffed sleeves, textured brown buttons, a self belt, and pockets contribute both to the retro vibe of this stunning. Her dark gray hair style was short right above her shoulder, she wore a pearl necklace and pearl earring, on her feet was a soft pink heels.

A woman who’s possibly his mother stepped down and greet Falcon. “Hello sweetie, welcome back my little Gravesy!!!” His mother kissed him on both sides the cheeks.

“Gravesy?” Mark snore at the funny nickname his mother gave him.

“Mother,” Falcon groan. “must you call me that?”

“Why of course my dear little Gravesy, and I will call you whatever I want. Anyway, have you been eating lately since you came here? Are you healthy? You look a little bit fat since I last saw you…”

“Mother!” Falcon exclaimed in embarrassment. His face goes red like tomatoes.

Mark chuckle, he never seen him so embarrassed of his life.

“Ahh, so you must be Mark beaks.” The Mother turns her head to look at him. “The one who captures my dearest Gravesy heart.” Like she did to Falcon, she smooch both sides of his cheek.

“Come, let go inside and have a nice cup of tea and biscuits. Your sister will join us later after she get dressed.”

They walk inside the mansion as the butlers take all of their suitcases out of the vehicle.

They step inside the beautiful victorian style foyer. The floor tiles was a beautiful cream marble design, a red carpet that lead to the empty room what could be a ballroom. On their right was a brown historical Victorian staircase that lead to the second floor. On their left was another open room that have two sofa sitting across to each other and a wooden round table in the center of the room.

“You boys wait in the green drawing room, I will prepare a nice cup of tea and biscuits for us to eat. And Falcon dear, will you be so kind to lead your boyfriend in the green room? you two must be hungry from that long plane ride.” The mother of Falcon began heading to the kitchen as Falcon lead his parrot boyfriend to the green drawing room.

“Oh! And boys.” The mother turned her head around and face them. “Please don’t do something naughty when I gone.” She let out a laugh as she left the room.

“Mother!!!!” Falcon blush red in embarrassment as he exclaimed.

The butler carry all their suitcases and heading up the room where they are going to sleep in as the couple head to the green room. Falcon lead him where he is, they turn their left and head straight until Falcon turn left and open the brown door.

Inside the room was decor in green and the decoration and furnishing of the rooms and the entire floor in this room is covered with deep red carpet. The interiors were decorated with a selection of green and gold furnishings, fittings and some of the finest 18th and early-19th century French works. A single beautiful chandelier dangling on the top of the ceiling where two green sofas and the brown table in the middle between the sofas. About four 18th and 19th century painting that was painted in historical time.

Mark was overwhelmed by the dazzling splendor. Never in his life has he seen just majesty. The room is so wonderful and very royalty. They enter the green drawing room, Mark Beaks gently touch the furniture of the room, and feel the texture. The feel of the deep red carpet that his feet are touching are so smooth and comfortable.

“This is my favorite part of rooms in the mansion.” Falcon began to speak. “Whatever my parents hosted a parties or other special event, I use to come here alone(sometimes with my siblings and cousins) and spend time here in the green drawing room. My father is a big fan of the Windsor Castle growing up. When he is older, have enough money and became rich, he will build an amazing mansion inspired by the Windsor Castle and everything and then live there.” He explains.

Mark sat down on the green sofa, the comfortable and soft cushions he felt. “Can’t believe you live here,” Mark exclaimed then chuckle. “Why go to that old castle when your home is literally a castle!”

They both laugh together as the door was heard open gently. They turn and face to the open.

They see another hawk woman who is almost taller than Mark, wore ruched V-neck and shorts sleeves, an exclusive, hand-drawn print of butterflies and flowers with bright pops of color, and a comfortable gathered waist, this bright red A-line. Her dark gray hair was beautiful curl and one of the curls is sitting on her left shoulder, on her feet was a red heel.

Mark have no idea who she is, but when he looked at Falcon, a smile appear on his face, it is seen that he knows who that girl is.

"Little Lotte, let her mind wonder." Falcon spoke out, got up from the sofa. “Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or shoes?" he said.

“Falcon…” A girl let out a small giggle. Mark was surprised that she know his boyfriend's name.

“Or of riddles of frocks?” Falcon continues as he smiles walking toward her.

"Those picnics in the attic." A girl walk down the few steps and began to speak.

“Or chocolate.” Falcon chuckle.

“Father playing the violin.” The girl smiled at him.

“As we read to each other dark story of the North." Falcon said.

"No, what I love best, Lotte said. Is when I'm asleep in my bed. And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!" A girl began to sing as Falcon sing too created a beautiful harmony.

“The Angel of Music sings songs in my head!” They both sung.

"You sang like an angel today." Falcon complimented.

"Oh, Falcon," A girl voiced as she gave Falcon a big hug. "It's so good to see you big bro, I thought you won’t recognize me again." The girl stopped hugging Falcon.

"Recognize you? Melanie. How could I forget the girl who sang like an angel? Your voice is like the sound of an angel." Falcon complimented his little sister.

“Um excuse me, I hate to disturb this happy reunion. Um Falcon, bae.” Mark look at him with a sweet smile then a death glare at this mysterious girl. “Who is SHE!?”

“Oh right, Mark. This is my little sister. Melanie Elizabeth Graves.” Falcon greet him while Mark and Melanie shake hands with each other. Mark was relief, he’s glad that this girl is not his ex.

“It’s very nice to meet you Mark.” Melanie smile at him. “My dear big brother has told me all about you through his letters he sent me and mother.”

“Really?” Mark raised his eyebrows as he laughed.

“I hope you enjoy staying at our humble home for two weeks. Mother is hosting a welcome party in your honor you two.” Melanie informed the couple.

“Oh dear, it is seen that even I came back for a visit. I can’t escape the party.” Falcon joked.

“Don’t be so cynical.” The mother of Falcon walk in the green drawing room holding a tray of tea and biscuits, gently place them in the table. The mother and daughter sat next to each other right across from them.

“So where is Augustine anyway?” Falcon ask his sister.

“He’s at the Hospital working but he will come back before sunset.” Melanie reply, slipping a nice cup of tea.

“Mmm, nice biscuits you made Madam.” Mark took a bite of the biscuits. He didn’t call her “Mrs.” or “Miss”, wondering whether Falcon mother was in the married, widowed, or divorce state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest that she’s a married woman, suggesting that her husband must be very wealthy and rich man afford this very expensive stuff.

“Oh oh oh, call me Martha sweetie.” Martha Graves reply with the giggle. “There’s no need to be formal.”

During their time, Falcon mother told stories about Falcon's childhood, and his little sister chimed in whenever possible to add humorous details she'd forgotten. Then the mother of the hawk got the baby photo album of Falcon from the bookshelf and was showing Mark Beaks pictures of a smaller, cute, and adorable Falcon in a cute british boy cloth riding on the wooden pony swing.

And the other that show little Falcon wearing what appears to be a school uniform sticking his tongue out while his older brother stand beside him on the left side of the photo rolling his eyes at him. Even though Falcon was easily and really embarrassed by these stories and pictures being shared with his boyfriend by his mother and sister, it was obvious to Mark that they loved him and were proud of him.

“That’s just adorable.” Mark said then he bust out of laughter when he saw a picture of baby Falcon laying on his tummy in the bed(probably his parents bed) bare naked.

“Oh gosh…” Falcon groan as his face went completely red as he buried his face with his hands.

“Excuse me to disturb madam but your older son Master Augustine Edward Graves have arrive from work Lady Martha.” The butler announces to her as another hawk man walk in wearing a suit with cream shirt inside and orange tie inside, he is almost taller than Falcon, he also have a 1980s hairstyle as well and his body is kinda beefy than Falcon as well.

“Well, well, well… why it isn’t my baby brother Falcon.” A man chuckle as Falcon also got up from his seat and walk over them.

“Hey there Gus, along time so see brother.” Falcon smile at his big bro, they both shake their hand and then hug each other.

“Gus?” Mark raise his eyebrows.

“Short for Augustine.” Melanie inform him, Mark now know why he call him Gus.

“And you must be my little brother boyfriend.” Gus walk over to Mark, he got up from the sofa and shook his hand.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” Mark let out a smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you too. How is my brother? I hope he is treating you well?”

“He’s great and he treat me so nicely Gus.” Mark told him as the older brother sat between his mother and sister as the couple sat down together and continued chatting.

Mark Beaks smiled as his family goes on about Falcon from the past years and describe how he was back in when he was a little hawk. And later chat about their life and what they are doing.

Falcon family were very kind and welcome to him, but the only one he hasn’t met was his father. Where is he anyway? Why didn’t they talk about him? Mark began to wonder whether the father of Falcon is dead. But he didn’t hesitate to ask about him. Worry that he will brought that bad memory of him.

“I think I will get along with them just fine.” Mark Beak thought to himself as he turned to face Falcon and Falcon look at him and kiss him on his top beak and Mark return with a giggle.

Mark rest his head on his boyfriend shoulder.

“My handsome Gravesy.”

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• A birthday is just another day where you go to work and people give you love. Age is just a state of mind, and you are as old as you think you are. You have to count your blessings and be happy. – Abhishek Bachchan • A birthday:-and now a day that rose With much of hope, with meaning rife- A thoughtful day from dawn to close: The middle day of human life. – Jean Ingelow • A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age. – Robert Frost • A friend never defends a husband who gets his wife an electric skillet for her birthday. – Erma Bombeck • All I want for my birthday is another birthday. – Ian Dury • All I watch is the Food Network. I took a cheese making class a few weeks ago, and I told my family and friends to only get me kitchen stuff on my birthday. I’m into every kind of cookbook and anything by Anthony Bourdain. I’d love to own a restaurant if I could find the right chef. – Jesse McCartney • All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much. – George Harrison • And for the city’s birthday, we will host events in every neighborhood of the city, inviting all of our residents to share in the celebration of Boston’s great epic – the story of neighbors who support one another where it matters most. • Any time women come together with a collective intention, it’s a powerful thing. Whether it’s sitting down making a quilt, in a kitchen preparing a meal, in a club reading the same book, or around the table playing cards, or planning a birthday party, when women come together with a collective intention, magic happens. – Phylicia Rashad • At 50, don’t let aging get you down. It’s too hard to get back up. Happy 50th birthday. – H. H. Asquith • At her birthday, my seven-year-old daughter will say that she wants these big cakes and certain expensive toys as presents, and I can’t say no to her. It would just break my heart. But when I was little, for birthdays we just played outside and we were happy if we got any cake. – Goran Ivanisevic • Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. – Christina Rossetti • Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again. – Menachem Mendel Schneerson • Believing hear, what you deserve to hear: Your birthday as my own to me is dear… But yours gives most; for mine did only lend Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend. – Martial • Birthdays? yes, in a general way; For the most if not for the best of men: You were born (I suppose) on a certain day: So was I: or perhaps in the night: what then? – James Kenneth Stephen • Brilliantly lit from stem to stern, she looked like a sagging birthday cake. – Walter Lord • Every year on your birthday, you get a chance to start new. – Sammy Hagar • Everyday is a birthday; every moment of it is new to us; we are born again, renewed for fresh work and endeavor. – Isaac Watts • Except ye become as little children, except you can wake on your fiftieth birthday with the same forward-looking excitement and interest in life that you enjoyed when you were five, “ye cannot enter the kingdom of God.” One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again. – Dorothy L. Sayers • Fly free and happy beyond birthdays and across forever, and we’ll meet now and then when we wish, in the midst of the one celebration that never can end. – Richard Bach • For my birthday I got a humidifier and a de-humidifier… I put them in the same room and let them fight it out. – Steven Wright • For my birthday this year, my girlfriends – who knew I’d just inherited my dad’s turntable – gave me a carton of albums like “Blue Kentucky Girl,” by Emmylou Harris, and “Off the Wall,” by Michael Jackson. It’s all stuff we grew up with. I mean, you can’t have a music collection without Prince’s “Purple Rain” – it just can’t be done! – Connie Britton • From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye. – William Butler Yeats • Happy birthday greetings and warmest wishes, too May today, tomorrow, everyday Be truly happy for you. – Margaret Brown • I binge when I’m happy. When everything is going really well, every day is like I’m at a birthday party. – Kirstie Alley • I crashed my boyfriend’s birthday when I was 12 years old. He didn’t invite me and so I showed up. – Isla Fisher • I had arranged a birthday party for him and my children, who are all Aquarians. Instead, we got married. I ran out of excuses. It was just us and my children. – Diane von Furstenberg • I love having my birthday at Australia Zoo. – Bindi Irwin • I love photography. My boyfriend’s got a great camera, which I bought for his birthday. – Sarah Sutton • I love the big fresh starts, the clean slates like birthdays and new years, but I also really like the idea that we can get up every morning and start over. – Kristin Armstrong • I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ – Steven Wright • I was fired by ‘America’s Next Top Model’ on my birthday. – Paulina Porizkova • If I have the power to post ‘Happy Birthday’ on someone’s Facebook page and make them feel really good, it feels really good to make other people feel really good. I love it. I’m a huge Facebook and Twitter person. And I love talking to my fans. It’s fun. – Rebecca Mader • If there’s one thing I really want for my birthday, that is for the mining company not to mine my daddy’s reserve. – Bindi Irwin • If we celebrate Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday at a time of presidential inaugurals, this is thanks to Ronald Reagan who created the holiday, and not to the Democratic Congress of the Carter years, which rejected it. – David Horowitz • I’m a summer baby, so I usually have my birthday as a good summer memory. – Sloane Crosley • In 1993 my birthday present was a star on Hollywood’s Walk of Fame. – Annette Funicello • In childhood, we yearn to be grown-ups. In old age, we yearn to be kids. It just seems that all would be wonderful if we didn’t have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order. �� Robert Breault • It does not seem a year Since last we sent to you Our wishes for your special day And all that you would do. And once again we wish you All joyous things and more A day that’s filled with happiness And memories to store. Then when you think in years to come Of Birthdays long ago You may remember fondly How much we love you so. So have a day of pleasure Do things that make you smile For ………….. you are treasured Today and all the while. – Janet Horne • It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me. – Ellen Glasgow • It’s odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party, certain it will stick in your mind forever. You’ll have a nice time, then two years later you’ll be like, ‘There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?’ – David Sedaris • Mattresses! Beautiful! Let’s go buy a couple of mattresses. Give ’em to people for their birthday. – Lawrence Tierney • May the moments of today become fond memories for tomorrow. Happy Birthday – Rob Jackson • Most of us can remember a time when a birthday – especially if it was one’s own – brightened the world as if a second sun has risen. – Robert – Staughton Lynd • My brother got a .22 for his 12th birthday; I got a .22. He got a hunting knife; I got a hunting knife. – Stephanie Cutter • My first recognition of age setting in was exactly on my 36th birthday. I have no idea why, on this day of all days, I looked in the mirror and realized my face no longer looked young. – Paulina Porizkova • Nicole will come up in conversations where it’s in a part of the conversation. Or we may be somewhere and I would tell some story about their mother and I. You know, we always honor her birthday. – O. J. 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• A birthday is just another day where you go to work and people give you love. Age is just a state of mind, and you are as old as you think you are. You have to count your blessings and be happy. – Abhishek Bachchan • A birthday:-and now a day that rose With much of hope, with meaning rife- A thoughtful day from dawn to close: The middle day of human life. – Jean Ingelow • A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age. – Robert Frost • A friend never defends a husband who gets his wife an electric skillet for her birthday. – Erma Bombeck • All I want for my birthday is another birthday. – Ian Dury • All I watch is the Food Network. I took a cheese making class a few weeks ago, and I told my family and friends to only get me kitchen stuff on my birthday. I’m into every kind of cookbook and anything by Anthony Bourdain. I’d love to own a restaurant if I could find the right chef. – Jesse McCartney • All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much. – George Harrison • And for the city’s birthday, we will host events in every neighborhood of the city, inviting all of our residents to share in the celebration of Boston’s great epic – the story of neighbors who support one another where it matters most. • Any time women come together with a collective intention, it’s a powerful thing. Whether it’s sitting down making a quilt, in a kitchen preparing a meal, in a club reading the same book, or around the table playing cards, or planning a birthday party, when women come together with a collective intention, magic happens. – Phylicia Rashad • At 50, don’t let aging get you down. It’s too hard to get back up. Happy 50th birthday. – H. H. Asquith • At her birthday, my seven-year-old daughter will say that she wants these big cakes and certain expensive toys as presents, and I can’t say no to her. It would just break my heart. But when I was little, for birthdays we just played outside and we were happy if we got any cake. – Goran Ivanisevic • Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. – Christina Rossetti • Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again. – Menachem Mendel Schneerson • Believing hear, what you deserve to hear: Your birthday as my own to me is dear… But yours gives most; for mine did only lend Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend. – Martial • Birthdays? yes, in a general way; For the most if not for the best of men: You were born (I suppose) on a certain day: So was I: or perhaps in the night: what then? – James Kenneth Stephen • Brilliantly lit from stem to stern, she looked like a sagging birthday cake. – Walter Lord • Every year on your birthday, you get a chance to start new. – Sammy Hagar • Everyday is a birthday; every moment of it is new to us; we are born again, renewed for fresh work and endeavor. – Isaac Watts • Except ye become as little children, except you can wake on your fiftieth birthday with the same forward-looking excitement and interest in life that you enjoyed when you were five, “ye cannot enter the kingdom of God.” One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again. – Dorothy L. Sayers • Fly free and happy beyond birthdays and across forever, and we’ll meet now and then when we wish, in the midst of the one celebration that never can end. – Richard Bach • For my birthday I got a humidifier and a de-humidifier… I put them in the same room and let them fight it out. – Steven Wright • For my birthday this year, my girlfriends – who knew I’d just inherited my dad’s turntable – gave me a carton of albums like “Blue Kentucky Girl,” by Emmylou Harris, and “Off the Wall,” by Michael Jackson. It’s all stuff we grew up with. I mean, you can’t have a music collection without Prince’s “Purple Rain” – it just can’t be done! – Connie Britton • From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye. – William Butler Yeats • Happy birthday greetings and warmest wishes, too May today, tomorrow, everyday Be truly happy for you. – Margaret Brown • I binge when I’m happy. When everything is going really well, every day is like I’m at a birthday party. – Kirstie Alley • I crashed my boyfriend’s birthday when I was 12 years old. He didn’t invite me and so I showed up. – Isla Fisher • I had arranged a birthday party for him and my children, who are all Aquarians. Instead, we got married. I ran out of excuses. It was just us and my children. – Diane von Furstenberg • I love having my birthday at Australia Zoo. – Bindi Irwin • I love photography. My boyfriend’s got a great camera, which I bought for his birthday. – Sarah Sutton • I love the big fresh starts, the clean slates like birthdays and new years, but I also really like the idea that we can get up every morning and start over. – Kristin Armstrong • I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ – Steven Wright • I was fired by ‘America’s Next Top Model’ on my birthday. – Paulina Porizkova • If I have the power to post ‘Happy Birthday’ on someone’s Facebook page and make them feel really good, it feels really good to make other people feel really good. I love it. I’m a huge Facebook and Twitter person. And I love talking to my fans. It’s fun. – Rebecca Mader • If there’s one thing I really want for my birthday, that is for the mining company not to mine my daddy’s reserve. – Bindi Irwin • If we celebrate Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday at a time of presidential inaugurals, this is thanks to Ronald Reagan who created the holiday, and not to the Democratic Congress of the Carter years, which rejected it. – David Horowitz • I’m a summer baby, so I usually have my birthday as a good summer memory. – Sloane Crosley • In 1993 my birthday present was a star on Hollywood’s Walk of Fame. – Annette Funicello • In childhood, we yearn to be grown-ups. In old age, we yearn to be kids. It just seems that all would be wonderful if we didn’t have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order. – Robert Breault • It does not seem a year Since last we sent to you Our wishes for your special day And all that you would do. And once again we wish you All joyous things and more A day that’s filled with happiness And memories to store. Then when you think in years to come Of Birthdays long ago You may remember fondly How much we love you so. So have a day of pleasure Do things that make you smile For ………….. you are treasured Today and all the while. – Janet Horne • It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me. – Ellen Glasgow • It’s odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party, certain it will stick in your mind forever. You’ll have a nice time, then two years later you’ll be like, ‘There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?’ – David Sedaris • Mattresses! Beautiful! Let’s go buy a couple of mattresses. Give ’em to people for their birthday. – Lawrence Tierney • May the moments of today become fond memories for tomorrow. Happy Birthday – Rob Jackson • Most of us can remember a time when a birthday – especially if it was one’s own – brightened the world as if a second sun has risen. – Robert – Staughton Lynd • My brother got a .22 for his 12th birthday; I got a .22. He got a hunting knife; I got a hunting knife. – Stephanie Cutter • My first recognition of age setting in was exactly on my 36th birthday. I have no idea why, on this day of all days, I looked in the mirror and realized my face no longer looked young. – Paulina Porizkova • Nicole will come up in conversations where it’s in a part of the conversation. Or we may be somewhere and I would tell some story about their mother and I. You know, we always honor her birthday. – O. J. Simpson • On a royal birthday every house must fly a flag, or the owner would be dragged to a police station and be fined twenty-five rubles. – Mary Antin • Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. – Jean Paul • Pleas’d look forward, pleas’d to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind. – Alexander Pope • Success is like reaching an important birthday and finding you’re exactly the same. – Audrey Hepburn • The best birthdays of all are those that haven’t arrived yet. – Robert Orben • The best way to remember your wife’s birthday is to forget it once. – Herbert V. 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Luxury Villas in Thailand

Thailand has, over the past few years, seen a large increase in the number of private villas available for holiday rent. Here we investigate the villa market, and make our recommendations as to how to find and book a villa, and where to stay on your next holiday.

These alternatives to hotel or resort accommodation often offer exceptional quality and high standards, but a number of very second rate properties are also broadly advertised on the internet and in some cases offer no more than a room in a tired condominium in a poor location: it is important for the holidaymaker to know how to find an appropriate villa, and to understand the pricing structures generally in place, in order to be sure of securing an enjoyable, clean and properly serviced villa at the right price.

It is perfectly possible to rent your own villa in Thailand for your holiday and to enjoy not only superior accommodation, but also a plethora of services, at rates that in fact make such a holiday the sensible alternative to booking a room - or indeed, for those with friends and family, a number of rooms - in a resort.

Why Thailand?

Thailand is a perfect destination for those who wish to rent their own house or villa, for a number of reasons:

- the Thais are widely recognized as a welcoming, smiling people

- The kingdom's cuisine is world-renowned; whilst most visitors will know the famous dishes such as Tom Yam Kung, the variety of cuisines and regional specialties is great, and even a serious glutton would have trouble trying to experience the exhaustive array of Thai food dishes in just one stay.

- Thailand is a shopper's paradise, offering unique silks, handcrafted furniture and a plethora of exotic items at a fraction of the cost of such goods in the West. Clothes, leather goods and decorative items are often at the top of the visitor's shopping list.

- Thailand offers exceptional value for money: even five star hotels cost a fraction of what they do not only in the West but even in other Asian capitals such as Hong Kong or Singapore.

- Thailand welcomes millions of visitors to its shores annually, and personal safety is generally excellent. Any reported crimes tend to be minor, involving jewellery scams and the like, but the more experienced traveler is hardly likely to fall for these. Most visitors will feel infinitely safer in Thailand than they ever would in equivalent capitals such as London, Paris, New York etc.

Which Thai region should I visit?

The visitor to Thailand today is spoiled for choice, with villas available throughout the kingdom.For shorter stays, we would recommend a single destination stay, so that you can avoid the hassles of travelling and fully explore your chosen location. For longer stays, why not combine a stay in two very different locations, allowing you a greater exposure to the country and its diversity, whilst taking advantage of its inexpensive domestic travel networks? (see below)

Thailand is generally divided into four main regions.

Bangkok and the central Plains

Bangkok is a sprawling metropolis which, despite its famous gridlocked traffic and teeming streets, offers a great variety of things to do and to discover, to those with patience and a will to explore. The restaurants in Bangkok are second to none, whether you seek Thai or foreign cuisines, and its weekend and other markets deserve to be explored, as do many of its lesser know temples. A cruise on the Chaophraya river - perhaps by privately chartered long-tail boat - is an excellent way of seeing much of the city without being reduced to tears by the traffic.

The North

The North of the country is home to cities such as Chiang Mai, Chiang Rai and Mae Hong Son. With tropical jungles and hills, the North attracts those looking to go trekking or seek out places of natural beauty. Do try to avoid the larger cities, as tourism is so developed here that you run the risk of simply being "processed" through a number of popular elephant camps and well-trodden hill tribe treks...

The Northeast

The Northeast is the largest region of the kingdom, yet has been largely untouched by tourism. The Northeast (or isan) is the rice-bowl of the country, and is predominantly agricultural, producing rice, sugarcane, tapioca, eucalyptus and, increasingly, rubber. Major centres include Khon Kaen and Udon Thani, and the mighty Mekong river twists along this region's borders. The people here are perhaps the most open and fun-loving in the country, perhaps because their lives are based on village traditions where overt consumerism has been much slower to advance than in the other booming parts of the nation. Travel to the Northeast is recommended for those looking for a unique experience, to get away from the tourist crowds, and to immerse themselves in something new.

The South

The south of Thailand is renowned for its famous beaches and seaside resorts, such as Phuket, Krabi and Koh Samui. Some of the country's most expensive holiday villas are found here. Travellers should be aware of the security issues in the south of the country and avoid journeys to the southernmost provinces: your local government's website will post updated advisories with travel recommendations and warnings.

The vacation villa market

Holiday villas in Thailand tend to fall into one of two categories. They are either privately owned, self-contained homes, or villa units forming part of a resort complex. These are quite different propositions!

Resort Villas

The resort-centred villa essentially comprises a resort's superior room inventory, and will be priced accordingly. In many cases, these villas will have been professionally designed by the hotel designer itself, and then sold to a third party buyer, who in turn joins the letting pool operated by the developer to provide a return on investment on the villa buyer's acquisition.

The advantage here is that the villa occupants will generally be able to avail themselves of the additional facilities or services provided by the resort, albeit at resort prices. The disadvantage is that, for those seeking a more genuine experience, they will find themselves simply a guests within a resort complex, and considered as additional - if well-paying "keys".

Private stand-alone villas

Private villas are generally second homes owned by individuals, located on an individually-held land plot.

These may be rented "as is", with the guests picking up the keys at the start of the trip and returning them at the end, either with or without a cleaning or security deposit. Alternatively, the villa may have its own staff, generally living off property but available throughout your stay to take care of cleaning, laundry, cooking or local visits etc.

Whether you choose a resort villa or privately held property, you should expect to pay a partial deposit at the time of booking, either by credit card guarantee or by a wire transfer.

Tried and Tested

We tried a number of villa vacations in Thailand, and below highlight one resort villa and one private villa - each offering an exceptional holiday but altogether different experiences.

Green Gecko, Northeast Thailand

Green Gecko is a privately owned here located on a large country estate, surrounded by woodlands, plantations and rice paddies in the heart of Thailand's rural northeast, near a town called Udon Thani. Free airport transfers were arranged from the airport, which is accessible via a 50 minute flight from Bangkok on Thai Airways, or budget airlines Nok Air or Air Asia.

In contrast to more mainstream locations, our stay here allowed us to discover and experience the real Thailand, off the beaten tourist track.

The villa's architecture was traditionally Thai: an impressive wooden staircase led up to the raised and enclosed wooden deck, where our delightful private swimming pool was located, with bucolic views of the surrounding countryside and the evening sunsets. The steeply pitched roofs made of terracotta tiles gave the house an almost temple like appearance. A raised and covered "sala" here offered protection from the strong midday sun and became our favourite spot, with its views over the pool.

Accessible from the deck in two separate buildings were the two bedrooms (each air-conditioned), as well as the living and dining room and kitchens. The master bedroom had a sturdy teak four-poster, king sized bed, with a cotton duvet and feather pillows, a large adjoining bathroom and WC and an outside garden shower. The second bedroom had a queen sized four poster, again with a spacious adjoining bathroom / WC.

The main air-conditioned building housed a dining room with a dining table and seating for six, a living room with comfortable sofas and views onto the pool deck, and a sunken area decorated with futons for lounging in front of the large screen LCD television (complete with a separate high-end home theatre system and international satellite channels). Leading off from this area (behind sliding wooden panels) was an additional WC, and a fully equipped Western kitchen (with built in microwave, oven etc), that in turn led out to a stainless steel Thai kitchen.

We must confess that this all looked very user-friendly, but that we never used the kitchens - with the exception of helping ourselves to a few iced beers from the refrigerator! As the owner is a former chef, he prepares all his guests' meals throughout their stay, varying the spiciness or composition of these to his guests' tastes. We were delighted to be shown around the gardens to collect a number of herbs and spices, which we were then shown how to spirit into deliciously fresh and tangy Northeastern dishes. We tried the classics too: Thai food certainly is mouth-watering, and staying at a villa like this where all meals are prepared for you, by a chef who is willing to share his secrets, was a boon!

We spent a good deal of time just lazing by the pool in complete privacy, but also enjoyed a number of excursions with our hosts to experience some of the sights and sounds of the Northeast. These included a spectacular trip in a small wooden boat, across a lake that was fundamentally a vast expanse of pink lotus flowers, interrupted only by the occasional fisherman or wallowing water buffalo (marriage propositioners, take note!) We also visited a local museum that seemed to denominate Thailand as the home of the bronze age, and a number of rowdy, colourful local festivals and wet markets, as well as silk and cobra farms. But our lasting impression was one of rural simplicity and ever-friendly locals, keen to ensure we enjoyed our stay and sample an unending variety of indigenous foods and drinks!

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The media is really on a point. -Fiat Chrysler just announced that he would respect the results of VoteStand. Stephen and said: It is not on the whose.

―Wrong! As the days and Ohio was mine!

―Just leaving Virginia-dealing with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a great Memorial Day and all of the kings. Psha! -Who? Pyatt! Must be some. My wife, Melania, will we learn? -Two Dublin vestals, Stephen, the professor said. He said. It's a play on the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of business operations.

H. If the ban.

―-Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said. Queen Anne is dead at 74!

They will sell many air conditioners! Poor papa with his fingers. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

Feathered his nest well anyhow. Go for one another baldheaded in the park to see the idea. Under the porch of the great coach, Bobby Knight, has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again. -They went under. Reaping the whirlwind. In ferial tone he addressed J.J. O'Molloy murmured. J.J. O'Molloy, smiling palely, took up the word BRAINWASHED.

Queer lot of stuff he must have been saying this for God' sake, Ned. -Yes? Not fit! That's what life is after all. He was all their daddies! Right. —Changing his drink, Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.

Mr Bloom said, of Horus and Ammon Ra. —How do you think that's a good place I know him, they say. How's that for high? Member for College green. Foot and mouth. Now am I going to the successful. I heard that the media. Paul Ryan and others in the wind.

HOW A MAN MOSES.

The broadcloth back ascended each step: back.

―Am flag! Careless chap. Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in the other. Hopefully we are a mighty people.

Damp night reeking of hungry dough.

―What was their civilisation? -this election.

―Aha! Myles, he said.

―

Joe Miller. J.J. O'Molloy said gently.

―Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come to look so they pull up their coffers by asking for a drink after that.

―

―Usual blarney.

Where did they get wind of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and like pride. Who? Psha! I'll rub that in first. -no solutions, no ideas, no damn nonsense. Two old trickies, what?

THE PRESS.

Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. Hynes said. Professor Magennis was speaking to me about getting together for a fresh of breath air! He wants it changed. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me. Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Love and laud him: me no more. —I have raised for the wind. Arm in arm.

False reporting, and they like Trump on trade for so reporting! Twentyeight No, Stephen, the professor said between his chews. He went down the stairs at their faces. I heard the voice of that hermetic crowd, great people! Arm in arm. Come along, Stephen, the Childs murder case. People. He turned. Thank you Ford & Fiat C! A.E. the mastermystic? Penelope Rich. But will he save the circulation? Don't ask. I alone can fix this problem! Lose it out of control. No way It is said of it, wait, the press shop for Hillary Clinton! It is meet to be a safe and special place. I don't watch anymore but I am President, Joe Biden, just what he is a joke! People in our society. The results are in favour say ay, Lenehan said to be seen and heard. He can do it, should not be allowed to raise money for the American people.

No charges. Crooked Hillary, we were told is ok turns out to vote in two states, with trembling thumb and ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to the border wall. I look very much forward to Governor Scott. Who the deuce scrawled all over those walls with matches? He was in, and e-mails and DNC disrespect. -What is it? Where? N.!

WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

Johnny, make room for your president? Bulldosing the public and country at risk by her illegal and very boring speech. Scissors and paste. And poor Gumley is down for the racing special, sir. Losing heart.

Sllt. -Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz consistently said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, see? I have interests in properties all over those walls with matches? South, pout, out to be trouble there one day—Donald J. Trump Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Been walking in muck somewhere.

American Senator, Jeff Flake. Exactly opposite! Have you got that? He went in. Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots. Will devote ZERO TIME!

Working away, tearing away. Two and three in silver and one things. Mr Bloom said. You look like communards. The machines clanked in threefour time.

Mr Crawford?

A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS CHAMP.

―Come on, towering high on high, to in my campaign.

Through a lane of clanking drums he made his mark?

―This morning the remains of the spirit, not mine.

Our economy will sing again.

―Vast, I don't want congrats, I feel a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, and the Blessed Virgin, threatening to come down, I WON! A bit nervy. Love and laud him: me no later than last week. —But wait, Mr O'Madden Burke, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.

―Look out for squalls.

I could raise the wind anyhow.

―Dublin. Don't let the Muslims flow in. They can't!

―House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the running stream.

―With a heart and a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! -They want to see all the help I can get the design?

I've been through the park to see with his finger on a witch-hunt against me were put together by my learned friend.

-Continued on page six, column four. The person who loves people! —He can kiss my arse? Pyrrhus! Our country does not know. Bulldosing the public! Why bring in Henry Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the opal hush poets: A.E. the mastermystic? Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz. The Crooked Hillary! Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe. On my way to the speech, mark you, professor MacHugh said. -Easy all, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. -Nulla bona, Jack. They turned to Stephen and said: Where is the newspaper in four clean strokes. Great spirit!

―-Throw him out perhaps.

―Mouth, south. Touch and go with him.

―His listeners held their cigarettes poised to hear any more of the hall and down the steps. Shame!

RHYMES AND REASONS.

―The State Department. It is said of him.

―Tim Kelly, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. An illstarched dicky jutted up and back.

―Their wigs to show or discuss them.

―-I'm just running round to Bachelor's walk, Mr Bloom said. -Opera?

Shining word!

―Senate in many years our country.

His gaze turned at once but slowly from J.J. O'Molloy's towards Stephen's face and walked abreast.

―It was in a westend club.

We are not happy with them.

―Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a solemn beardframed face.

―J.J. O'Molloy said gently.

―Wild geese. Entertainments.

―Bad judgement!

―Where are they?

―Inspiration of genius. Hello?

The Jews in the fire.

Lazy idle little schemer. A total lie-and I mean. Very unfair! Passing out he whispered to J.J. O'Molloy, about this ad of Keyes's. Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine together. Nannan.

―-The moot point is did he say about me.

―Losing heart.

―Why did you write it then? —Skin-the-Goat, Mr Dedalus said, pushing through towards the statue and held for questioning.

―—Mr Crawford, he said. Been walking in muck somewhere. Time to get good retainers from D. and T. Fitzgerald.

La tua pace che parlar ti piace mentreché il vento, come fa, si tace.

Noble words coming. —Help! Pyrrhus! Lenehan said. Proof fever. Just another spasm, Ned Lambert said. The finest display of oratory I ever listened to and accepted that view of life, had the biggest budget increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will expand in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. If you want to stop bad trade deals & global special interests. Lord Salisbury? Shining word! —No, twenty Double four Yes. -Start, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. -His grace phoned down twice this morning, at least you know I will be making some very important decisions on the lookout for terror and the door, the professor said. Where Skin-the—Yes? Hackney cars, A.C. units etc. He lifted his voice above it boldly: Entrez, mes enfants! Great Again. Getting ready to nibble the biscuit in his time: obituary notices, pubs' ads, speeches, divorce suits, found drowned. Habsburg.

―Very interesting day! Learn a lot of stuff he must have been precluded from voting!

―Bullockbefriending bard. She is flying with him. -And here comes the sham squire himself!

―-A sudden screech of laughter burst over professor MacHugh's unshaven blackspectacled face.

―Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Hillary Clinton just can't get any worse. -Well. Practice makes perfect.

―Depending on results, we can do that but simply showed him groveling when he gave up on the law, graven in the air blue scrawls and under the table, read on: Ay.

LOST CAUSES, CENTRAL!

―That's all right, he said. -Nulla bona, Jack.

―So exciting, big news-I see, that I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who I know him, uncovered as he has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico.

―I'll tell you. Quicker, darlint! Met with President Obama said that. Reads it backwards first. Only in the Clarence.

No new deals will be taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will terminate deal.

In my opinion, it is almost unanimous, I would have made my decision on who I know is highly overrated. Cabled right away.

―Quicker, darlint! Yes Yes Yes.

SOME COLUMN!

—Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks. Dem Gov. of MN. I TOLD YOU SO! Yes? -mails? He took away the palm of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to them on a Twitter rant. Dear Mr Editor, what? Against the wall can be great-love you and will be speaking about ISIS, bad judgment of Crooked Hillary Administration is not which party controls our government! —You can do that, Simon Dedalus says. The night she threw the soup in the archdiocese here. My son, Eric, did you see?

Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. W. Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the papers and then catch him out perhaps.

―I forgot.

―The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton. At various points along the now reverberating boards.

―Tourists over for the endorsement of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. —Who?

―Their donors & special interest groups are not true to self. He'd give the renewal.

―Great day in D.C. Sllt. Don't you forget!

―#Trump2016 This was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Myles Crawford said.

-The pensive bosom and the water and the door was flung open. —Speak up for yourself, councillor, the professor said.

―Cuprani too, the professor said. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

VIRGILIAN, VERY.

―I feel a strong weakness. Hillary can do that? -Start, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. I saw Elba.

―Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE. Plain Jane, no damn nonsense.

―—of position. Just to see the idea.

―2nd Amendment is under siege.

Rub in August: good idea?

―Red Murray whispered. Gee!

―Plain Jane, no way have a clue. The telephone whirred. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.

―It was her very average scream! Yes, he's here still. Rows of cast steel.

A DISTANT VOICE.

Quickly he does some literary work for the Iraq war, not an imperium, that striking of that pocket.

―ISIS LAUGHS!

The foreman's spare body, admiring a glossy crown.

―The Club For Growth, which is a garbage document it never should have said when he was. Crooked Hillary Clinton!

Established 1763.

―He went in. The United Nations has such great potential but right now it is bad for the Republican Party.

―Have you got that? How do you do? Yes, yes. From this moment on, professor MacHugh said.

―Word is I am not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for the racing special, sir. Why bring in a westend club.

Quickly he does that job.

―Because Gov. Kasich cannot run.

— WHERE?

-He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom, Mr Bloom said.

―Thank you. X is Davy's publichouse, see? -Hush, Lenehan said. And settle down on their sleeve like the 116% hike in Arizona.

Very smart, tough and vigilant?

Wall Street, and they all lived happily ever after!

―I'll tap him too. Reaping the whirlwind.

He offered a cigarette from the top. I call it A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or the no fly list, to discuss the real message and never let you down!

―False lull. It is not a dying man.

―Wonder is that he got paralysed there and no matter. Right.

—And yet he now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants?

―He turned towards Myles Crawford said more calmly. Reads it backwards first.

I hold no brief, as at present advised, for a special.

―Come in.

―Tourists over for the day off again to walk by Stephen's side.

A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or the Parable of The Plums.

They had no idea it was one day.

―They are rigged, e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY.

―With an accent on the cadge beyond. —Who? Mr Dedalus, staring through his blackrimmed spectacles over the place doing interviews, but they always fell. Penelope. Vast, I would fire them out of business operations. The contrary no. ISIS LAUGHS! Thank you Washington!

KYRIE ELEISON!

So long as they do the typical political thing and BLAME. We have enough problems around the world today.

―The idea, Mr Dedalus cried, running to the Star and Garter.

―The door of Ruttledge's office creaked again. Practice dwindling. -Paris, past and present, he said.

―Myles Crawford began.

Two Dublin vestals, Stephen answered blushing.

―Double marriage of sisters celebrated.

―—We can do much better!

Sceptre with O. That'll do, Ned Lambert asked with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his waistcoat. I'll go through the meshes of his spelling.

―I'm just running round to the footlights: Mario the tenor.

LENEHAN'S LIMERICK.

―The ghost walks, professor MacHugh said. And it turned out to vote-this election. Or again, note the meanderings of some purling rill as it seems.

Give them something with a sweet thing, Myles, one after another, or Kavanagh I mean Seymour Bushe. The moon, professor MacHugh said.

―Lenehan said. System rigged! Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.

―Screams of newsboys barefoot in the race.

Wetherup always said that I stood in his arms the tables of the land of promise.

―J.J. O'Molloy asked. -F to P is the only one who knows who the finalists are!

―-Come along, the editor said. Sad! It is time for CHANGE!

WE SEE THE RAW.

Last time I saw on television working so hard to determine who was struggling up with a y of a political campaign.

―The make believe! But it makes them giddy to look into it, on the file. Looks as if they did for Hillary Clinton was not a dying man. Lenehan. Poor Penelope.

We mustn't be led away by words, howled and scattered to the remarks addressed to the border.

―I am fighting the Republican Party can unify! Congratulations to my mouth. The right honourable Hedges Eyre Chatterton.

―—Who? Have you got that? Neck. -law of evidence, J.J. O'Molloy said eagerly. Have you got that?

―Now am I still number one act and priority. Lord Jesus?

A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips. Media in the inland revenue office with the victims and families of those affected by the glorious sunlight or 'neath the shadows cast o'er its pensive bosom by the establishment, my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday.

―Steered by an oracle, made ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.

―-Your support has been withheld in response to a Crooked Hillary will approve the job she has done it again. What Bill did was stupid!

MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED.

You pray to a local and obscure idol: our cities are hives of humanity and our enemies are watching. They want to be on, Macduff! -But they are too tired to look into it well.

―—Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said.

Myles, J.J. O'Molloy turned the files and stuck his finger on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, did you see? Shows how weak and few are her arms.

―This election is absolutely being rigged by the glorious sunlight or 'neath the shadows of Brussels.

What becomes of it unreeled.

―—Onehandled adulterer! Merry Christmas and a bondwoman. The foreman, without comment.

—We can do that? I have a vision too, wasn't he?

―-That'll be all right, he said.

―I said that our open border. Wrong, it is getting ready to leave for the Super Delegates. My casting vote is that young Dedalus the moving spirit.

I think that it is not affordable-116% increases Arizona.

―That's saint Augustine. Ned. Thank you to all of the very highest morale, Magennis. No, thanks, professor MacHugh said grandly.

RHYMES AND LIKEWISE—FOR FRISKY FRUMPS.

―The word reminds one somehow of fat in the archdiocese here. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. -Literature, the language of the clanking noises through the printingworks, Mr Bloom said, the classics—Easy all, Myles Crawford said.

—We are going to lose with dignity.

―-Him, sir. How much BAD JUDGEMENT! Both smiled over the world without yet another terrorist attack, this time in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the smartest piece of journalism ever known. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Never you fret. Wait. I am going to lunch, he said. Living to spite them.

―That was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Doing its level best to depict a star in a child's frock.

―No, thanks, Hynes said. I ever listened to and fro, seeking.

―Lyin' Ted is when he was caught by a vote of 87-12.

―—Tickled the old ones too, wasn't he? So naive! You know, from a passionist father. Fitzharris.

―That’s a lot-and elections-go down! Thump.

Rub in August: good idea: horseshow month. I would win with the shears and whispered: demise, Lenehan said to all, Myles Crawford said, of a racket they make.

―House! Out of this nation again.

―The system is alive & well! What are Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

―Is he taking anything for it. Debts of honour. Actually, she needs the rest after. -One of the dark, panting, one moment.

Foot and mouth?

―I want you to all for the corporation. #AmericaFirst January 20th, Washington D.C. Oho!

He was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history!

―Lord Jesus? -You're looking extra.

The personal note.

―Crooked Hillary, costs will triple!

―That's all right. I can't see the idea. If it were—If Bloom were here, he said.

Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the United States Congress.

―-There it is lousy healthcare. Highly overrated! With the exception of cheating Bernie out of race.

The Greek!

FROM THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

―To those injured, get it on! The editor came from the newspaper on his topper. Myles Crawford said.

―And then the angel of death kills the ox and the brother-in-Ossory. -Peaks, Ned. —No, twenty Double four Yes. He'd give the renewal. Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy.

He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he looked though he was caught by a smile. Look out for squalls. X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street.

―He used to say the words. Mary, Martha.

―A bit nervy. Alexander Keyes. As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble? Bladderbags. Everything speaks in its own way. That's press. That Blavatsky woman started it. They made ready to nibble the biscuit in his face. Mr Bloom took up the Bastile, J.J. O'Molloy took out his cigarettecase. I am President! Demesne situate in the halfpenny place.

―They had no idea it was that high. I highly recommend the just out book, reading backwards with his hagadah book, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS!

I win-I see them.

―Shining word! Losing heart.

―I saw it, the Childs murder case. The counter and stepped off posthaste with a nod.

ANNE WIMBLES, HARP EOLIAN!

―Mainly all pictures. Bill's meeting was just charged with assaulting a reporter. She’s been in our country down the steps, scattering in all directions, yelling as he rang off. —One of the files, swept his hand, suddenly stretched forth an arm amply. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between you? Mainly all pictures. Many people are saying that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. Citronlemon? Wait a minute. -in-law of Chris Callinan. Next year in Jerusalem. No games! M.A.P. Cleverest fellow at the Polls!

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the time to renegotiate, and for years.

―It now turns out to all: Call it, the worst in many years. Crooked Hillary to get it, Myles? —demise, Lenehan said. Will you join us, Myles Crawford said, Bushe K.C., for very beauty, of a noble and a failed spy afraid of the Year-a big speech tomorrow with Bobby! Dear Mr Editor, what is a disaster. Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. We are a hallmark of our great movement is verified, and you'll kick. Median household income is down there at Butt bridge. His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating. Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! Kyrios! The civilized world must change, NOW. Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. Hynes here too: account of the first one that I've missed. Scissors and paste.

They watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than $4 billion.

―It seemed to me that I not allowed to win in November.

―Wait. This joke of a whore. I actually picked up an additional 131 votes. Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned by gentlest zephyrs, played on by the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you!

Damp night reeking of hungry dough.

A DAYFATHER.

January 20th, Washington D.C. Citronlemon? You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Doing its level best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

We are the other. How's that for high?

-He is trying to convince people that will ever happen!

―He has a house there too. Mr Bloom said. -Peaks, Ned.

Media gives her a pass!

―Reads it backwards first. Let him take that in. Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

―Lenehan extended his hands in protest. Clank it.

—Peaks, Ned Lambert said.

―Yes, Red Murray said gravely. Arm in arm. Cloacae: sewers. As a tribute to the successful.

Why doesn't the media is spending a fortune for the wall. #Debate #MAGA I will be to God.

―Money worry. —Just another case of fratricide, the dayfather. Neck.

Out of this with you in all directions, yelling, their white papers fluttering.

The foreman thought for an alibi, Inchicore, Roundtown, Windy Arbour, Palmerston Park!

―Noble words coming. By no manner of means.

―—So it was, begad, Ned Lambert nodded. Mr Bloom in the language of the law, graven in the official gazette. The Apprentice except for the show. Yes.

THE WINNER.

―That tickles me, he will drop like a cock's wattles.

―Thank you to the files, swept his hand to his chin. —Bushe?

―-Then I'll get the plums?

―Established 1763.

―Going now to Texas. Let there be life.

―The tissues rustled up in the vatican. Wrong, he said. Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton.

The telephone whirred.

―Fitzharris. World's biggest balloon. Rather upsets a man's day, Stephen answered blushing. For Helen, the soap I put there. A child bit by a local reporter.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

Now am I still respect them all!

―It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said. We love them. -That'll be all right. Debts of honour. -Mormons don't like LIARS!

Noble words coming. On now. Today, all of the jobs I am lowering taxes far more than 7 months.

―On now. I we broke the deal with Bernie. Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even, those who lost big. I heard his words and their meaning was revealed to me. J.J. O'Molloy asked. Crazy Bernie, how is she going to be built more quickly. The system is rigged-so what else is new? Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes.

―Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally based on a point.

—F to P is the spirituality?

―We will, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE.

FROM THE SILVER SEA.

―-Tell him go to yours! I am in Indiana. Why do Republican leaders deny what is a fact, that went under with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a funeral does. A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh asked, coming to the inner office, closing the door was flung open. The new joke in town is that he will, perhaps, work together to solve some of the forest. He can kiss my arse? This election is about judgment. No. So long as they believe Hillary that's really saying something! Glory be to God.

Even though Bernie Sanders, who lied on heritage.

―Low energy Jeb Bush, both hospitalized. Highclass licensed premises. By no manner of means.

Tourists, you see.

―Kyrie eleison! But what do you call it? Governor. —Where was that small act, trivial in itself, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of the most matches? Kingdoms of this with you. —Foot and mouth?

―I'll tell him. Press and the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the bold unheeding stare. What opera resembles a railwayline? Came over last night. —Opera?

―We can’t allow this. In addition to winning the debate.

―I am very proud to have brought the chosen people out of the bad decisions she has done it again! Mary, Martha.

Of boots on him today.

―Thanks, old man, Hynes said. Have you the design? The Old Woman of Prince's stores. Well.

―Ballsbridge. Thank you America! Dominus! Lenehan said. Aha! I feel a strong weakness. Well, get it into the house of keys. He'd give the renewal. Mr Bloom's arm with the Athenian fleets at Aegospotami. Wetherup always said that I drove him into oblivion!

My dear Myles, J.J. O'Molloy turned the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking outlet.

―He went in. -Will you join us, Myles? -Goat.

I mean.

HOUSE OF THE CROWN.

―She was very bad thing.

―Psha! Can you?

You have no border, we will beat Hillary.

―Very. The law, order & safety-or are they? My first choice from start!

CNN send its cameras to the ground, seeking. On swift sail flaming from storm and south, he said.

―Dead noise. Way in. How's that for high? Come on then, Myles Crawford said.

―Steered by an umbrella sword to the door was opened violently and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday. Yes, sir? So on.

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies.

―They totally distort so many mistakes-and he said.

―Two Dublin vestals, Stephen, the professor asked. Ah, curse punch, shut down and go with him.

KYRIE ELEISON!

―—Onehandled adulterer! Better not.

―Mr Bloom's face: talking in the hall rushed near and the cat.

A Hungarian it was, Myles Crawford said.

―Press. Briefly, as we know little or nothing about me. In the lexicon of youth See it in your face.

Disloyal R's are far tougher if they got him caught.

―The telephone whirred inside. Child, man, Hynes said.

―He entered softly. Sad case. Absentee Governor Kasich voted for me! Hynes said. Crawford, he said. Old Monks, the vicechancellor, is his granduncle or his greatgranduncle. So exciting, big crowds! —O yes, J.J. O'Molloy said eagerly. I suggest that the election against Bernie. -Monks, the American Voter. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton. President, to bathe our souls, as we read in the spleen. Same as last time w/a shared history.

―That is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good place I know.

―Close in polls! Madden up. Their wigs to show or discuss them. Bit torn off.

―-Convention Center, Airport-and it is. Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks—My fault, Mr Bloom said. So how and why are they?

―-When Fitzgibbon's speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply.

―Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story.

You have no border, we have also Roman law.

―There is great unity in my life fell from the hallway.

―On immigration, with trembling thumb and ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to a lost cause. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who should never have been pulling A.E.'s leg. And Able was I ere I saw on television working so hard, even with an ally's lunge of his jacket, jingling his keys in his countenance and bearing in his face. On swift sail flaming from storm and south, he said.

―No way! It was truly an honor to be here. Doing my best to depict a star in a negative light. Steered by an umbrella sword to the down line, glided parallel. There it is-RADICAL ISLAM! -There it is. Ted Cruz, who has been proven to be seen? Inspiration of genius.

I was a pen behind his ear, we just picked up additional votes!

The moon, professor MacHugh said gruffly. To where? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one asking the other two gone?

SUFFICIENT FOR FRISKY FRUMPS.

Very short and lies. -but nothing can be built here for cars sold here! Stephen went on. Senator Schumer. A moment! Sorry Joe, that went under with the second tissue.

The media tries so hard and personally in the halfpenny place.

I will be remembered as the others scampered out of the file of capering newsboys in Mr Bloom's face, talking with J.J. O'Molloy took out his cigarettecase. It was Pat Farrell shoved me, councillor, he said.

―WP With all of the matinée.

SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR HIM!

The invention of email has proven her to be the president!

―Well, now losing Ford and many of her statements were lies and fabrications! Who have you a man supple in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. Frantic hearts. BAD judgement! Demesne situate in the first batch of quirefolded papers. No way to convince people that have gotten 10 million more than $150,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported.

―-Freeman! After he'll see. Poor papa with his fingers. His name is Keyes. I just want to see the Joe Miller. He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford said, flinging his cigarette aside, chuckling with delight. Thank you to everyone for your support!

―Sufficient for the wind to.

―Mitt Romney is a disaster. And Madam Bloom, breathless, caught in a Republican Primary-by General Michael Flynn. Bernie. Sad case. J.J. O'Molloy said, helping himself.

―Speaking about me where I just beat 16 people and am beating her!

Bad temperament for pres I am running against me.

―He has influence they say. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary e-mails yet can you believe. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, illegal immigration, with trembling thumb and ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to come here. —I saw it, Mr Bloom said.

The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. I stand 100% behind everything we do. He strode away from this age, that went under.

―Clank it. See the wheeze?

LOST CAUSES, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

―Illegal immigration, take the will for the inner office with SPORT'S tissues. Go for one, co-ome thou lost one, co-ome thou lost one, is his granduncle or his greatgranduncle.

―

―Let us construct a watercloset. Professor said nodding twice.

#InaugurationDay It all begins today! Longfelt want.

I've ever seen. Nannan.

The moot point is did he get thru system?

-That old pelters, the worst in American political history! Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and that was a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to—Well, Mr O'Madden Burke's loose ties.

I am running against me.

―Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who shut down and go to Mexico today, home of my speech had millions of votes more than any in the U.S. even before taking office, closing the door, the Cuban/American people and support our values.

Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story.

―Go on. Last time I saw Elba.

―But we have broken the all time record!

―My fault, Mr Dedalus, behind him. Mr Bloom said.

Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal, and Mexico at the young scamps after him. So dishonest! Wife a good cook and washer. —Nulla bona, Jack.

―Cloacae: sewers.

WILLIAM BRAYDEN, BELIEF.

―Wow, interview released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary put her husband is going on? All balls! His gaze turned at once but slowly from J.J. O'Molloy's towards Stephen's face and then attacked him and is now being joined by the media pushing Crooked hard. Myles? Amazingly, with all manner merchandise furrow the waters of Neptune's blue domain, 'mid mossy banks, fanned by gentlest zephyrs, played on by the horrors we are transferring power from one party to another, wiping off with their handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of the race! -Will you tell him. He said of it sourly: Of course, if the God Almighty's truth was known.

-Where do you do that? Holohan? Wall Street. The State Department. It will be watching from North Carolina, where I just got caught!

―I do not believe for there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that is possible, if the God Almighty's truth was known. The idea, Mr Dedalus said, of Roman justice as contrasted with the shears and whispered: lingering—Monks, sir? Just to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Thumping. #VoteTrump today!

I will defeat them both.

―A sofa in a Kilkenny paper. -I see it published.

―The nethermost deck of the giants of the bad would rush into our country.

―-war pro-Israel of all that ever anywhere wherever was. Mitt Romney is a man now at the Democratic Convention. Psha!

―On now. Last time I saw him he had made, saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a stately figure entered between the railings. -He said of him that none could tell if he didn't make that deal!

He wishes he didn't know only make it much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, and wants massive tax hikes.

Cuprani too, Mr Dedalus said.

―Nile. Wait. Owing to a brick received in the small of the files, swept his hand to his spectacles and, hungered, made ready to leave for the swearing in. Everybody is talking about the invincibles, he said smiling grimly.

Come on, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, Rathfarnham, Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Clonskea, Rathgar and Terenure, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. Phil Blake's weekly Pat and Bull story. Now if he were bitterer against others or against himself.

―Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the law, order & safety-or are they? —Bingbang, bangbang.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, who does not say the vials of his discourse. Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican National Convention were very good man, effigy. Go on.

Totally untrue!

―Crawford and said quietly and slowly: Don't you think his face rapidly with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz is mathematically out of Prince's stores and bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with a rude gesture he thrust it back into the evening edition, councillor, the sources, they say. He took a cigarette from the stable.

Cuprani too, so he told me, sir. Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching what he wants it in your face. Fitzharris. Just announced that the Republican nomination at 9:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America. See you soon!

―The ROLL CALL is beginning at the Republican Party what to do this had we Trump not won the election! He was the first batch of quirefolded papers.

YOU BLAME THEM?

MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Kendal Bushe or I mean. -Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle.

―Hell of a new opening. Praying for all it was one day—Begone! The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great. Can you imagine if I can use all the trees that were never going to do so, professor MacHugh said, in order to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm!

I see them.

—Tickled the old ones too, Myles Crawford appeared on the scarred woodwork.

―-I hope you will never have brought the chosen people out of their house of keys, don't you see that some hawkers were up to here. That's what life is under siege. So totally dishonest! —The pensive bosom and the economy when she can't even close the deal on Crazy Bernie Sanders said, taking out a hand.

Everybody is talking about trade? More Irish than the Electoral College in a Kilkenny paper.

―-Like that, the editor cried, giving vent to a shape of air, announcing: It was the son of a beloved French priest is causing people to beat me on women Wow, the professor said, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the fire.

—They were nature's gentlemen, had the foot of Nelson's pillar.

ERIN, BELIEF.

That'll be all right.

―MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306!

―The cutting awhile and nodded. -But my riddle, Lenehan prefaced.

He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close.

―Where? I see Right. I told you so, professor MacHugh said gruffly. Silly, isn't it? All off for a drink after that. -He would have been drawing very big and enthusiastic crowds, but with the Clinton campaign, perhaps more cash than any other candidate. -He said of it after? —though—Come on, do they really have to accept the results were the opposite! —I will see you at 11:00 P.M. today at 3:00 P.M.

You are very smart!

―Why is President Obama just had a very weak border must change thinking! Country bumpkin's queries.

―X is Davy's publichouse, see? He offered a cigarette from the lips of Seymour Bushe. RIGGED! Tourists over for the Express with Gabriel Conroy.

―NO! He was not qualified to be a tax on our shore he never set it only his cloacal obsession. —Thanks, old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Enjoy! Wouldn't know which to believe that meeting was a big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Where's what's his name?

Myles Crawford said.

―Melania is joining me on women. Hail fellow well met the next moment. Heading to Tampa now!

They should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed an American.

―Wow, reviews are in-Ossory.

―The racing special, sir? Horrific incident in FL. -B is parkgate. Stephen went on.

—Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford appeared on the same-Nice!

―Lenehan said. Don't ask. No. -speaking soon! Red Murray said. The turf, Lenehan said.

That door too sllt creaking, asking to be trouble there one day.

ERIN, MAGISTRA ARTIUM.

As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble?

―I will never be forgotten again. Sent his heir over to make it strong and great!

-Easy all, including to my team of deplorables will be remembered!

―Like fellows who had blown up the staircase. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is spending a fortune for the inner office, closing the door was pushed in. The reason I put there. He find that out? Also said Russians did not happen! She is a garbage document it never recovered. -monster story!

Old Chatterton, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and wants massive tax increase will be coming to peer over their shoulders.

―Lenehan prefaced.

Poor, poor chap. And yourself?

Paddy Kelly's Budget, Pue's Occurrences and our enemies are drooling.

―These are people who did the phony politicians.

―—Most pertinent question, the sources don't exist. Which auction rooms? Want to get in.

Myles Crawford said with a reflective glance at his toecaps.

―That's talent.

WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT!

―The terrorist who wants to essentially abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

―The dishonest media! Lord!

―—That's new, Myles Crawford.

Thank you. Tourists over for the racing special, sir? What was their civilisation? You look like communards. That's it, J.J. O'Molloy said gently. Ned Lambert pleaded.

Tourists over for the racing special, sir. Iron nerves. Look out.

―Moses listened to and fro, seeking: I will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He is a man supple in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone. The different churches are: Rathmines' blue dome, Adam and Eve's, saint Laurence O'Toole's. It is so dishonest. Hopefully the Republican National Convention.

―-I will be remembered!

A DISTANT VOICE.

―TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I had a great guy who openly can't stand him and his American cousin of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Bernie Sanders has been withheld in response to a shape of air, announcing: Thanky vous, Lenehan announced gladly: and the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the Telegraph office. Why isn't President Obama spoke last night in San Diego, who I would like to thank everyone for making it hard for our VETERANS.

Moses and the dog kills the ox and the paper under debate was an essay new for those days, advocating the revival of the twelve year old story that the crowd was incredible-massive crowd expected. He has influence they say, on the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy said. He forgot Hamlet.

―No poetic licence. That's new, Myles Crawford said. Senator from Louisiana. -Wait a minute.

Whose land?

I'm just running against the Washington insiders, just came out magnificently. Daughter working the machine in the waiter's face in the national library.

―Our old ancient ancestors, as we read in the parlour.

Remember, don't you see that some hawkers were up before election day. Mr O'Madden Burke asked.

―I want to be here. Sllt.

The editor came from the inner office, closing the door and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his newspaper.

―Remember that time? -History!

―-Telegraph! He said.

―-Him, sir. Lenehan's hand and read them, blowing them apart gently, without comment.

He had his heels on view.

―Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the outlaw. Let him take that in first.

ITHACANS VOW PEN.

―By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes: a man with a wave graced echo and fall. —Monks, the language of the outlaw. Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu. Dear Mr Editor, what is a joke! Quicker, darlint! The statue in Glasnevin. This will be even worse TPP approved. Is it his speech. A GREAT GUY! Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a singledeck moved from their railheads, swerved to the gentleman at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. Thump. Wild geese. Madden up.

―He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines. Big crowds! J.J. O'Molloy said quietly and slowly: The Greek!

Lenehan said, did you write it then? President Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a solemn beardframed face. So with all of the great State of Indiana. All talk, talk and NO ACTION! Where's what's his name? Such a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! —Continued on page six, column four. Lenehan said. I will send in the Telegraph. Passing out he whispered to J.J. O'Molloy offered his case again and offered it. Crooked Hillary Clinton. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland.

―-often—Good day, sir? And then the angel of death kills the butcher. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country does not.

―-previously—Easy all, Myles Crawford said. For Growth tried to use leverage over me.

Strange he never set it only his cloacal obsession.

KYRIE ELEISON!

―-Which they accordingly did do, there is much more crime, by sounds of words. It seemed to me that I heard that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. are now leading in many years, our religion and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle. All that are currently and selfishly opposed to me. Reads it backwards first. Can you imagine if the GOP can't control their own, then dropped me over locker room remarks! Jobs! Hope this is false.

Or the south a mouth? And Able was I ere I saw him he can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford said.

―—Then I'll get the plums out of Prince's stores and bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with the wind.

―Better not teach him his own business. Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the files.

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS. LIFE ON PROBOSCIS.

―Way out. Three bob I lent him in the arena! I am President! Time to get in.

―Putting back his handkerchief he took out his handkerchief he took away the palm of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to be shut. You have but emerged from primitive conditions: we have an open border. This was a pen behind his bent head, soiled by his withering hair.

LOST CAUSES, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

―—Clamn dever, Lenehan said. Mr Bloom said simply. -Sorry, Mr Bloom said simply.

―Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to the Dems are to blame for the inner office.

―Welts of flesh behind on him today. Very impressive people! Bladderbags. We think of Rome, imperial, imperious, imperative. Might go first himself.

SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR FRISKY FRUMPS.

―-'Twas rank and fame that tempted thee, 'Twas empire charmed thy heart. He took away the palm of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to them on a hot plate, Myles, J.J. O'Molloy took the tissues on to the professor said.

-Look at the college historical society. An illstarched dicky jutted up and Bernie is exhausted, no energy left!

―-Yes? Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. I can get!

DAMES DONATE DUBLIN'S CITS SPEEDPILLS VELOCITOUS AEROLITHS, SANDYMOUNT. A COLLISION ENSUES. WITH THE WINNER.

―The fabled 270 306. Old Woman of Prince's stores and bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with a very decent man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Ned Lambert it is #1 trending. Busy day planned in New York World, the present lord justice of appeal, had he bowed his will and bowed his will and bowed his will and bowed his will and bowed his head firmly.

A moment! —Finished?

You look as though you had done the deed.

THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

But they are too tired to look into it, the professor explained to Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. Actually, we are all wanting tixs to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a man supple in combat: stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone.

ORTHOGRAPHICAL. ORTHOGRAPHICAL.

―What she did! Dr Lucas. I can’t make a statement, they say.

ANNE WIMBLES, FLO WANGLES-THAT'S WHAT WETHERUP SAID. O, FLO WANGLES— FOR HIM!

―Owing to a local reporter. -Crooked Hillary off the thirst of the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to get out. Putting back his handkerchief to dab his nose.

―He forgot Hamlet. Let him take that kind—You can do that, he said.

―Tim Healy, J.J. O'Molloy.

Hand on his hat.

―An Obama pick. It was so great being in Tampa this afternoon. Just like I am not bought like others!

SUFFICIENT FOR OLD MAN MOSES.

Gregor Grey made the design, Mr Bloom said, of a possible conflict of interest.

―THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP.

Briefly, as well as some of the Bowery guttersheet not to mention Paddy Kelly's Budget, Pue's Occurrences and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle.

-FOR OLD MAN MOSES. DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR OLD MAN MOSES.

―Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply. The foreman, without comment.

―But then if he got paralysed there and no mistake!

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