JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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- Old Guild Username: Jasonhero
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
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7 yrs ago
Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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9 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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9 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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9 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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9 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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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
"It's terrifying." The boy says simply and looks at the girl. He simply sat there for a long while. Unsure of what to say to get next. In the distance, a light rumble of thunder was heard. As Jason had a cell on an outside wall that leaked often. He went to the only corner that stayed dry. "It's dry over here. And it's about to be a thunderstorm"he says
"Cut out part of my brain. My telepathic powers are gone. I don't know how to live like this. It's so quiet. I'm scared. Quiet is bad. It means death. They must have put something in me, cause I have normal sized nuzzles and stuff but I have superhuman strength. And speed. As week as they cut off my right arm. It's a metal arm." Jason says as he looks at the girl
"Yep. Little cat ears on your head." The boy responded, completely relaxed. Seeing as that want the widest thing he had ever seen. So he really wasn't phased by the fact that Lydia now had cat ears
Jason pulled his arm out from Vanessa's grip. "I'm going to go find a room." He says before walking first towards Arya. "Don't worry about giving back my jacket. You keep it. I don't get cold." He says with a smile and touches her hand. A sign of friendship. Then he turns and walks down the nearest hallway, almost instantly finding a room. He laid claim by scratching 'Jason is in here' on a spare piece of would and leaving it outside of the room
"Are you... purring? That's actually kinda cool. Can you like change into animals? Cause that's awesome if you can." Jason says ad he notices the girl cuddling closer. He figured that Lydia was probably cold, and Jason knew his internal body heat was high for a human.
"No. And your eyes certainly did not glow before. They... I Feel stronger. But my telepathy is gone. Everything is so silent. No voices. How am I supposed to live?" He said, though Jason notices that Lydia was curled up. He put an arm around her. "Hey girl. We're in this together. I'm here for you." He says quietly. Silently hoping that he would comfort her
Jason immediately sat up at her reaction. "You Okay?" He asked as he reached out and saw his robotic arm. He stooped and started at it. Wondering how the hell he could possibly have a robotic arm. "We what did they do to us?" Jason wondered aloud as he inspected his new right arm
Jason was still out cold on the floor, seeing as the pain he had been put through was slightly worse than what Lydia had been through. He eventually grabbed and opened his eyes. "The hell just happened?" He said add he looked for Lydia.
The scientists weren't finished with Jason quite yet. They attached a robotic arm where his right arm should have been. He would have full functionality out of it, just add efficient as his other arm but a bit more durable since it was metal. In that arm he had enough feeling to feel natural, except he couldn't feel pain our tickling sensations there. The metal on it was strong enough to deflect bullets. The boy was taken to medical, patched up, then dumped back in his cell unconscious.
Jason screamed as they tired him down. His hallucinations grilling those in the room with vivid images if thirty loved ones being torn to shreds. Unfortunately one of them got the shock collar on and neutralized Jason's powers. "I want those hallucinations gone." A lab technician ordered. Instantly Jason felt intense pain as his head was cut open, and a portion of his brain removed. The extra portion that had caused his telepathic abilities. Then he was hooked up to machines, and he felt needless piercing him, white hot metal flowed through his veins. Screams of pain erupted through the room. Then came the worst, he watched in horror as his right arm was cut off at the shoulder. Then he passed out from the pain.
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