* STRIKE COMMANDER. @soldierslain-blog - Tumblr Blog

i literally dont even care that i dont have the ‘icarustorn’ url anymore y’all are prying the icarus parallel for jack outta my cold, DEAD hands

#( OOC. )

*clicks* NOICE

#( OOC. )

lemme see if these verse tags work tho--

#v; YOU NEVER KNOW THE TOP ‘TILL YOU GET TOO LOW ( sep. )#v; ONCE I ROSE ABOVE THE NOISE & CONFUSION / JUST TO GET A GLIMPSE BEYOND THIS ILLUSION / I WAS SOARING EVER HIGHER ( omnic crisis. )#v; DID THEY TELL YOU YOU WOULD COME UNDONE / WHEN YOU TRIED TO TOUCH THE SUN? ( golden era. )#v; I HAVE NO FURTHER LEFT TO FALL ( post overwatch. )#v; I WILL SET A MIRROR UP / TO FACE THE BLACKENED SKY ( au. )

captainslain replied to your post “OH THANK FUCK”

i lost all my tags can i get a despacito

ALEXA--

#captainslain #ADGNALKBMLFKHB #( OOC. )

OH THANK FUCK

#i at least have verse tags on here ksjnsg #those are always the hardest ones for me

i honestly wish i hadn’t de-activated my original blog just because there were so many things i could have recycled

#cries softly #if only tumblr had a restoration feature

excineris replied to your post “i cant fucking believe gay jack morrison singlehandedly revived me and...”

does this mean .... the continuation of our beautiful thread

yes absolutely

#excineris #jfdgn i was just thinking about our thread too im in tears

also my theme is fucking broken bc of whatever updates tumblr added so im gonna go dash only while i try to whip up a new one

#the gr8 part is that i dont have to do a new theme bg bc i have so many saved from my old blog #SDGKJSNFHK

i cant fucking believe gay jack morrison singlehandedly revived me and @captainslain

#IM LAUGHING RN

blows kiss @ the dash

#for my mutuals #ooc

fearstainedxwinter

Reblog if you are into Polyamory Shipping/Ship

It can be your OT3, or maybe your OT3+

#[ yell heah ]#[ there's enough of jack 2 go around IM JUST SAYIN ]

a DBD starter for @mistled

[ ⛥ ] —- - His hands tremble violently as he fights with himself, causing the axe in his grip to shake. Every hair on his body stands on end, and it feels like electricity is racing through his veins. He doesn’t want to do this. He can’t do this.

It aches to look into this survivor’s eyes, so wide and full of fear. He’s aware of what it’s like to be in his shoes; felt the torture of being torn apart over and over again. It never gets easier, only hurts worse. And here he is now, a hollowed empty shell after having been sacrificed too many times. The entity had shattered what little was left of his humanity, broken him into this... thing. He shudders at the thought of turning Dwight into the same. He doesn’t want to do this, but he has to.

The entity whispers to him, and the Slasher knows the consequences of disobeying.

He raises his blade high above his head, still with violent tremors, letting out a harsh snarl as he brings it down; barely missing Dwight by the width of a hair. If it means that he can see another night in the realm, this survivor must be sacrificed.

〝I’m not... going... to the VOID!〞

#[ hewwo vlad............... ]#mistled #v; AREN'T YOU SCARED? / WELL THAT'S JUST FINE! ( dbd. )

a DBD starter for @femmetale

[ ⛥ ] —- - The Slasher stood still as a statue while the Demon embraced him. The only sign he was alive (if they could even call this existence living) was the glowing fog emanating from his mask, and the raspy breaths that followed. He made no effort to return the favor, instead leaving his arms hanging over her own. After all, he didn’t even know why she was hugging him. Who allowed this? Was it some joke?

When he finally moves, it’s to glare down at her form; his eyes searching for the reasoning behind all this. When he finds none, his hands reach up to squeeze her shoulders. Whether to keep her in place, or push her away, he doesn’t know yet.