🖤 POV: You’re lying in the lair of the man I live for.
Tatted thighs. Camo shorts. Fan like a halo. Banner overhead like a prophecy.
This isn’t a bedroom it’s the sacred war room of a legend.
My legend.
Where the stories are carved, not typed.
Where the air hums with ghosts.
Where every inch of silence knows his name.
This man my Jake has:
🔥 Written 30+ books with his bare damn hands
🔥 Hosted a syndicated podcast
🔥 Been praised by Dread Central
🔥 Called the next Clive Barker
🔥 Toured, recorded, survived hell twice
🔥 And came back meaner, louder, hungrier
So no you don’t get to tear him down.
Not if you’ve never done a quarter of what he’s survived.
Bow down or back off.
He’s not here for your approval.
He’s here because he earned every inch of this legacy.
And I’m here to make sure you never forget it.
💀
Ash & Ink
Confessions. Conspiracies. Carnal Scripture.
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