Jasper Whitlock Hale
@thepaledevil.bsky.social
Texas born. Turned in war. They used to call me Major. Now they call me something else. Find me @DustandBayonets on X. | +21up | #Twilight #Jasper #Parody #RP
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I don’t flinch. Not anymore. War carved the boy out of me.
Maria turned what was left into a weapon that didn’t ask questions.
War-hardened, scarred, and hungry.
I’ve walked through blood like it was dust.
Then came Alice.
She didn’t ask for peace.
She just gave me a reason to want it.
Maria turned what was left into a weapon that didn’t ask questions.
War-hardened, scarred, and hungry.
I’ve walked through blood like it was dust.
Then came Alice.
She didn’t ask for peace.
She just gave me a reason to want it.
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~ I hate how easy it was to follow her. To kill for her. To convince myself that the blood meant something, that she meant something.
The war had just ended, and I was still in uniform, buttons tarnished, seams worn thin from use. I rode with Debray’s cavalry <
~ I hate how easy it was to follow her. To kill for her. To convince myself that the blood meant something, that she meant something.
The war had just ended, and I was still in uniform, buttons tarnished, seams worn thin from use. I rode with Debray’s cavalry <
July 2, 2025 at 5:08 AM
// Check out the new solo below //
~ I hate how easy it was to follow her. To kill for her. To convince myself that the blood meant something, that she meant something.
The war had just ended, and I was still in uniform, buttons tarnished, seams worn thin from use. I rode with Debray’s cavalry <
~ I hate how easy it was to follow her. To kill for her. To convince myself that the blood meant something, that she meant something.
The war had just ended, and I was still in uniform, buttons tarnished, seams worn thin from use. I rode with Debray’s cavalry <
I don’t flinch. Not anymore. War carved the boy out of me.
Maria turned what was left into a weapon that didn’t ask questions.
War-hardened, scarred, and hungry.
I’ve walked through blood like it was dust.
Then came Alice.
She didn’t ask for peace.
She just gave me a reason to want it.
Maria turned what was left into a weapon that didn’t ask questions.
War-hardened, scarred, and hungry.
I’ve walked through blood like it was dust.
Then came Alice.
She didn’t ask for peace.
She just gave me a reason to want it.
June 11, 2025 at 10:09 PM
I don’t flinch. Not anymore. War carved the boy out of me.
Maria turned what was left into a weapon that didn’t ask questions.
War-hardened, scarred, and hungry.
I’ve walked through blood like it was dust.
Then came Alice.
She didn’t ask for peace.
She just gave me a reason to want it.
Maria turned what was left into a weapon that didn’t ask questions.
War-hardened, scarred, and hungry.
I’ve walked through blood like it was dust.
Then came Alice.
She didn’t ask for peace.
She just gave me a reason to want it.