#marchinglittlepig

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I dare you to kiss marchinglittlepig

@marchinglittlepig

Ricky is lucky to catch Chris when he was sitting; fucking beast of a man - she wasn’t sure she could have reached if he were standing. She walks up to him before she can think too hard on the decision and drapes her arm across his shoulder. “I-I know you don’t know me... but I never back down from a dare.” With that she holds his cheek and plants a kiss on his lips.

[thewitncss-blog]

The Rolling Stones

Send me a singer/band and I will post a song that reminds me of my muse | Accepting!!

Paint It Black (Very much post game lol)

I look inside myself and see my heart is blackI see my red door I must have it painted blackMaybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the factsIt’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black

OR

I wanna see it painted, painted blackBlack as night, black as coalI wanna see the sun blotted out from the skyI wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

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Have you ever killed with something other than a gun?

“Many time’s, honey... Can’t-can’t always rely on weapons. Sometimes, the-the only option is to slam them into the pavement.”

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Lady Gaga

I'm gonna marry the nightI won't give up on my lifeI'm a warrior queenLive passionately tonightI'm gonna marry the darkGonna make love to the starkI'm a soldier to my own emptinessI am a winner

-Marry the Night

[thewitncss-blog]

🔪+10 ((i mean chris's weapon of choice is his hands so))

Stab Miles | @marchinglittlepig | Accepting10 - Mun’s choice Randomly generated. THROUGH THE HEART

  He was tired. So fucking tired. The only thing keeping him going anymore was fear, Pure instinct telling him not to die. Running from Chris Walker was becoming an odd brand of normal for him. He never fucked off and left him alone. He obviously planned on killing everyone and Miles was at the top of the list right now. 

  He was so close to the end of the hallway, but the huge fucker was right behind him. He kept his eyes on the old door at the end. It was cracked, he could shut himself in there and slow the bastard down. So long as it wasn’t a dead end… But he didn’t exactly have a ton of other options. He reached the door and swung it open quickly. Chris was closer than he thought. As soon as he went to slam the door behind him, the huge guy was too close. He was caught off guard and took a shaky step back. Chris swung his huge fist at him and he tried to move. The blow landed right at his right shoulder and sent him across the room with a howl of pain. His shoulder was dislocated or broken. But he wouldn’t suffer long. 

  A broken water pipe was sticking out of the wall and Miles was moving with enough force for it to pierce the stick of his back. It sunk into him until it came out the other side coming out through his chest, through his heart. The sound he made sounded more like a wounded animal. The pain was worse than his fingers or the shoulder combined. His eyes were on Chris, but they wouldn’t focus. So much blood already pouring out of him… And the fucking thing was still in him. The world was spinning around him and his body screamed in pain. He couldn’t move. He was stuck to the wall. Even the smallest quiver or shake would cause him to scream. And then things went dark and the sounds of the asylum started to drift away from him. Despite being trapped in darkness, he was still alive and in fucking pain. He assumed this would be fast but… Hell, it felt like hours. He couldn’t breathe much, his chest was burning and felt too fucking tight. He wished he could speak… He wanted to beg for Chris to just kill him. But all that left his mouth was whimpers and pained murmurs. 

And then he felt cold… Too fucking cold…. 

… He felt alone…

… He felt nothing.  

[waylon-run-and-hide]

Keep Quiet [marchinglittlepig]

Bare feet slid across the cold tile as he slowly went around another corner.

Had he already been here? He was positive he had. Damn it, he had backtracked somehow. He was wasting time, time that he may or may not have.

Footsteps in the distance caused him to jump and scurry underneath a table, not even bothering with the night vision. If he was going to die, he’d rather not see it coming. It would be best that way.

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[alinegluskin-blog]

"Don't leave."

That was easy.

Aline sighs in false annoyance, turns away from the door and makes her way back to that huge hunk of breathing flesh Eddie had apparently picked to fuck. She tilts her head, crosses her arms. “... I’m not giving you two my blessing if that’s what you’re gonna ask for.”

This time it isn’t even jealously. Aline really doesn’t thing this guy should be wasting time on Eddie.

You can tell they aren’t doing well by just looking at what her brother did to his apartment. She looks at the broken chair, the dent in the wall, scratched up floors. Looks almost as bad as this dude’s face.

“I can get y’all a good counselor tho’. Didn’t help me but you never know.”

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however its eddie’s so she wants it