ASH TO ASHES

@tothekiing

         ❛ JUST WAIT. you’ll see that i’m telling the truth about those MONSTERS, and you won’t be able to save a n y o n e. i doubt you’d even have the guts to swat at a fly, let alone blow your neighbors brains out when they turn ❜

    ‘      it  means    —-      ‘    she began to speak while making her way deeper into the cabin with eyes everywhere but him.    she couldn’t imagine having to live there  now.    observant eyes took in as much as she could when she finally turned on a heel to face him.    ‘      it  means  you’re  now  only  a  croucher  in  some  forest.      ‘

         ❛ i wouldn’t go back there if i were you . . . unless you’re into that whole blood and guts everywhere thing, then be my guest ❜ he huffed, his left hand running through his grime filled hair. ❛ that’s basically a shitty way of saying ‘ survived ‘ ❜

   ♡  FOR A STARTER ( verses will vary )

@tothekiing 

          he spun around at the mere sound of footsteps on the wooden porch and before he would even shoot she had stepped inside. hastily, he lowered the shotgun and looked her over. at least she didn’t LOOK like a deadite. ❛ excuse my french but ——— fucks that suppose to mean ? ❜

    ‘      don’t  worry  your  head  off  ,  honey.    i  know  not  to  mess  with  things  like  that.    even  the  things  you’re  most  curious  about  has  to  be  put  on  hold.      ‘

          he reached out and grabbed hold of the book before stuffing it into his bag. ❛ okay, okay, i’ve just learned my lesson from reading for it, and i’m not in the mood for cleaning up someone else’s mess.  ❜

“Deathgasm” (2015) | Jason Lei Howden

    ‘      had  my  fair  share  of  those    —-    didn’t  think  a  book  actually  existed.      ‘    connie shrugged with a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.    ‘      i  don’t  know.    i  have  bound  books  stacked  in  my  home  ,  maybe  not  with  flesh  and  blood  ,  but  mine  aren’t  particularly  of  the  same  genre.      ‘

         ❛ dollface, this isn’t just A book about things that go bump in the night; this is THE book. book of the dead, necronomicon ex mortis, call it whatever floats your boat, just don’t touch it, alright ?? ❜

“ Nothing more you can do than make the most of it. Or y’know, take life by the balls and show it you’re in charge. ”

         ❛ i much rather contuine on the way i am, ACTUALLY. get piss ass drunk and run from life for as long as i can. i think life has a habit of slapping me in the face with its dick before i get a chance to react. ❜

   “Then t’would be best not to waste them on me; O, don’t you know how sneaky emergencies can be?” He picked up one of the bullets off the ground, offering the useless, dented thing to the other. It had bounced right off of Etrigan’s skin.

         ❛ i don’t play like that, you orange bastard !! ❜ ash spat, aiming the sawed off shotgun at the stranger's head. ❛ maybe if you start talkin’ . . . ❜

                    ❛ oh calm down. it didn’t sound THAT BAD.❜

         ❛ well, it sure as hell didn’t sound anywhere close to GOOD ❜

————————— the tides of SIN draw tighter and brighter the hours become h e a v i e r and weighted and the SHADOWS smile ——— dark and w i l d ——— this is when h o p e and desire collapse the arc of the d r e a m descends into despair when INNOCENT lovers dance like a n g e l s of f i r e this is when the night comes down a hammer on an anvil and the only absolution accepted is a legacy of brutality a single note rings on and on and O N