#absolvedsins

[wrathincrrnate]

do you want to accompany me to the murder chair? it'll be FUN.

Random asks || Literally always Accepting || @absolvedsins

mmm no thanks i don’t normally like to keep your brother waiting 

[hecaatomb-blog]

YA NASTY

Remember that next time there’s a skunk in your bunker

[strongnotweak]

“It would be so easy for me to find someone else.” -- guess what. he won't.

Emotional Manipulation Starters .

How had he gotten this far? Fallen his low. That the mere implication that he was disappointing one of the Seeds sent such a wave of panic throughout his frame. Well, he knew exactly what had happened, what happened to everyone else in this situation. He’d been broken, forced made to see the light. It turned everything around in his head. Scrambled him good. Scrapped away who he was until he was a near empty husk. 

“N-No. No. No. Please. Please.” He seemed damn near ready to fall down on his knees and genuflect. Perhaps he still would. Breathing had grown a bit harsher and he had a weird, nervous smile on his face. It made him look a tad manic. “Please, John. I can do it. I’ll prove it to you. Let me prove it to you, please. I can do this. I’m the man for the job. I swear. Please. Ju-Just tell me what you need me to do.”

[strongnotweak]

@absolvedsins replied to your post: @absolvedsins replied to your post: ...

WE CAN FIX THAT REAL QUICK *SHARPENS KNIVES*

We got Staci’s PRIDE tattooed on his ass and now it has to go.

[strongnotweak]

@absolvedsins replied to your post: Is Joey Hudson tall for a woman or is Staci Pratt...

pratt is a short fucker. deal with it

at least he has an ass unlike John who’s flat af because all of his ass went in his personality. 

[prxdigcl]

I don’t know this man

[warkept]

he's shaking his head, arms folded over his chest. "ashley... ashley.. ashley." his tone gets louder just slightly with each time he says the name. "why do you think you're WORTHY? What makes you so special that you deserve that golden ticket to march with us through Eden's Gates?" // @absolvedsins​ . 

                Gaze is fixated forward, and while John is directly in front of him, Ashley’s gaze doesn’t connect. It’s as if he’s staring through him, rather than at him. Stiff and stern, he stood, the perfect posture of a soldier. While certain walls were being broken down in other areas, he was still the model soldier in front of Faith, John, and Jacob ; only Paul and Joseph got glimpses of the human that lay beneath the Demon of Eden’s Gate. 

                The words are listened to carefully, the gears in his brain turning for a response. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure he was worthy ; regardless of what Joseph had told him, he still saw no sign from God that he would enter the gates of anything but hell. 

                 Ashley’s expression was unreadable. 

               “ I am no more special than any other in the flock. I have not been chosen as you have, but I will do anything to march with the chosen through the gates of Eden, ” he replies, voice cool and even. The response sounds automatic, recited, but it’s not ; he’s simply forcing the emotion down his throat. To John, he must appear as what he is : a tool, a weapon, a shield. “ I would never claim to be special. I am nowhere near the likes of you and the other Heralds. ”