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JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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6 yrs ago
Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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8 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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8 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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8 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Most Recent Posts
Still waiting on her...
@LetMeDoStuffShe's been feeling kind of off over the past few days
IMHEREILOVEYOUALL
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Fall of Olympus Reboot (Looking for Female Partner for 18+ Romance, Mid to High Casual)
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9 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Bumppppp
Still waiting on Lyra
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9 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Send me a PM then!
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9 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Hello again friends, Jasonhero here with yet another Fandom idea I had recently! But, before we get there let's lay down some ground rules.
Rules:
Alrighty, that's done. Now onto the good stuff!
You are one of the few Demigods that exist in the world. Enjoying your home among your fellows at Camp Half-Blood. Chilling with your friends, checking out guys, training, definitely checking out the Romans when they visit from Camp Jupiter. Including their Praetor, a boy who already has legends about him. A boy who was said to have put down the Earth with his own sword, one who faced his own father in battle and killed him. Jason Venti, Son of Tartarus.
Anyways, life seems fine and all that until one day a cryptic message arrives from the Oracle. "Mad Gods bear arms, Shackles of slavery descend as the mist fades. Heroes shall burn". No sooner does she say that then a portal opens up in Camp and none other than Venti himself stumbles out, his armor torn open and he with scratches and deep cuts all over his already scarred body. He collapses at your feet. Barely alive. At the same moment the forces of Sky, Earth, and Underworld seem to turn against the world as the apocalypse sets in on the world. The Gods have turned against their world. Planning to enslave all and murder their children.
One thing remains obvious, if you are to survive then Olympus must Fall.
Alright so that's the basic idea.
To sum it up, The Gods of Olympus go insane and decide to destroy the world and enslave the mortals. The only threat is the Demigods, who they choose to wipe out. Camp Jupiter was the first to fall and only one survivor got out, their Praetor. Now you and the Praetor must join forces to lead a revolution to save the Demigods and Mortals. Maybe even become Immortals yourselves.
A few notes:
If interested please message me!
Rules:
- Be Active. At least one post a day.
- Minimum of Two Paragraphs per post. I'll try to match you, so feel free to write a novel!
- Be Friendly!
- To prove you read the rules state your favorite color in the PM.
- Don't just drop out, if you get bored then message me saying so. I won't be mad.
- Contribute ideas.
- Have fun!
- Be okay with Action and Mature scenes.
- Be okay with Romance (It's gonna happen).
- Be 18+, as I am 18.
Alrighty, that's done. Now onto the good stuff!
You are one of the few Demigods that exist in the world. Enjoying your home among your fellows at Camp Half-Blood. Chilling with your friends, checking out guys, training, definitely checking out the Romans when they visit from Camp Jupiter. Including their Praetor, a boy who already has legends about him. A boy who was said to have put down the Earth with his own sword, one who faced his own father in battle and killed him. Jason Venti, Son of Tartarus.
Anyways, life seems fine and all that until one day a cryptic message arrives from the Oracle. "Mad Gods bear arms, Shackles of slavery descend as the mist fades. Heroes shall burn". No sooner does she say that then a portal opens up in Camp and none other than Venti himself stumbles out, his armor torn open and he with scratches and deep cuts all over his already scarred body. He collapses at your feet. Barely alive. At the same moment the forces of Sky, Earth, and Underworld seem to turn against the world as the apocalypse sets in on the world. The Gods have turned against their world. Planning to enslave all and murder their children.
One thing remains obvious, if you are to survive then Olympus must Fall.
Alright so that's the basic idea.
To sum it up, The Gods of Olympus go insane and decide to destroy the world and enslave the mortals. The only threat is the Demigods, who they choose to wipe out. Camp Jupiter was the first to fall and only one survivor got out, their Praetor. Now you and the Praetor must join forces to lead a revolution to save the Demigods and Mortals. Maybe even become Immortals yourselves.
A few notes:
- Your Character WILL end up becoming Romantically involved with Praetor Venti
- I'm playing Praetor Venti.
- You are playing a female character
- You can be a leader at Camp Half-Blood or whatever you want, it doesn't matter.
- This takes place long after the original characters from the books died from old age.
- Your character can be the child of any God or Goddess including Primordials, Titans, or event the Giants.
- Only two parents are banned. 1. Khaos (too OP) 2. Tartarus (It's weird if siblings become romantically involved. This has romance).
If interested please message me!
dang, the SAO pairing is already off. I love that Anime xD. I don't really know the others unfortunately.
Do you know Tokyo Ghoul? I'd like that if ya know it.
Otherwise I guess the zombie one
Do you know Tokyo Ghoul? I'd like that if ya know it.
Otherwise I guess the zombie one
Akki, The Burning Demon
20th Ward
20th Ward
Akki watched as this new person stepped in and seemed to have no issue just throwing the man out the broken window, despite her slender form. So, another Ghoul. He knew that she had smelled inhuman, meaning that this was most certainly a Ghoul. As he turned to look at her, muttering something about a boss and window and stuff. It was pathetic, what kind of self respecting Ghoul worked for the humans that would ever so happily butcher them in mere seconds. "You work for a human... pathetic. Their lives are meaningless, just cattle waiting for the slaughter. Us Ghouls, most of us are worthless as well. We are nothing more than sad excuses for a hunter, one that can't even overcome their prey. Pay for that window yourself." He said as he turned around and stepped into the alley. His Rinkaku shot out towards the male cowering before him, lifting the man high into the sky by his neck. As he looked down at Akki, he saw a wide grin accompanied by an insane look in the young Ghoul's eyes. With a spine chilling laugh that only the most wicked and tormented know, the Rinkaku became alight with blue flames as Akki cooked his next meal. "You took her from me! How wonderful, now we get to go play in my Wonderland! You're my deadman now, and you know what I mean by that? I MEAN YOU'RE MY NEXT MEAL!" Akki screamed as his Rinkaku tightened with a sickening crunch as the man's head was popped clear off of his shoulders.
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