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Coffee :Marceline: by ~wishberry

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Interlude } That song also amuses me. It's from the new videogame. Marceline agrees to beat Finn up for five dollars.Then crush his spirits with a song? Oh, Marcy.

Five bucks is worth it.

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None will stand in my way, tattered memories of those brighter days. Rosy cheeks all but drained Watch the color fade away to gray Flames may flicker as they die And by the flames I mean your fragile hopes. Like the candles on a cake For all those birthdays where you never came Gonna show ya who's in charge here Gonna keep on living large here Gonna shatter your resolve here Gonna bite your faces off here Like so many broken toys I grow tired of your constant plans Why play hero, what's the point? Watch us fade into obscurity Watch your friendships erode Like a river through a mountain pass Cuts so deep into my soul It's enough to make a person snap Gonna show ya who's the boss here Gonna get my point across here Gonna take ya for a spin here  Gonna rip ya limb from limb here 

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you’re both gross

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besties 4 lyfe

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…Interesting.

Alex listened as the woman sang, her own voice tempted to join despite not knowing the melody or the singer. She participated as a one woman audience instead, waiting for her to finish before speaking.

“…I, uh… didn’t realize I’d just became a servant?” She offered a half-smile, obviously attempting - and failing - at being witty. “Ahaah… that sucked, sorry.”

Marceline tapped her chin thoughtfully. It was very often that someone just accepted the old servant line but hey, she wasn't about to take it back. "Don't worry. Servant aren't known for being intelligent." A wry smirk spread across her face, her gaze quickly sizing up the woman before her. She probably wouldn't be great at slaying things. What would be a good initial job? The vampire queen gave a quick shrug.

"Marceline. The vampire queen- be thankful you're a servant and not a meal." The threat was mostly empty. Mostly. Her tone held no gentle undertone that would give away her somewhat innocent intentions. Most of the time she merely wanted to stir up a little trouble. She didn't bother asking for her name, nor did she say a word. Instead her just stared at her expectantly, her finger resting against her cheek as she pondered what task to make the other perform.

New servants?

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Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you’d stayed home. But, then again…wishing doesn’t get anyone anywhere.

The planet Montressor was usually bustling with activity, ships arriving at the Monterssor Space Port and heading to the main planet, bringing many different supplies and visitors with them. Growing up around transport ships and frequent visitors, Jim Hawkins never really bothered to get to know anyone. The visitors that stayed at the Benbow Inn were never permanent and rarely came back to visit. Doppler was the only frequent visitor, but Jim distanced himself from the doctor as much as possible, knowing that one day, he wouldn’t come back. School was chaos, mostly because Jim spent most of his time tormenting his teachers instead of learning from them. He’d draw designs of solar surfers on his homework instead of figuring out any of the equations given to him. His home was boring, only the excitement of freedom ever fluttered the hope that Jim kept pressed down. Even then, his hopes and dreams remained dashed when he walked in the door. Offense after offense, even a few arrests, and a parole that was keeping him chained to the Inn. The sound of screaming kids, yelling adults and languages of all kinds blasted through any hopes Jim had of a life, a dream- a future. It was only when he could sneak out, away from the Inn’s usual bustle of excitement, that he truly felt happy. Not that his mother never made him happy, that wasn’t the case. His mother had always been there, always helping him when he needed it, holding him when he wanted it- she was the only parent he ever saw fit to love him. His father was, and still did, spawn a bitterness in him. It was on nights like these, where the moon crept and shone brightly on Montressor, that Jim chose to ride his surfer, ignoring anything that was holding him down. For once, he could defy all that was against him, even gravity. As the engine roared to life, Jim cried out to the sky, grin set on his features. Ah, the feeling of the sky, the wind, the feeling of flight! He spread his arms as he soared through the misty clouds, turning the board to nose dive. The sail was released as he held onto the handle, swerving about in the sky. As he rounded the correct way after a flip, he noticed someone talking to him. He rolled his eyes, automatically assuming the police. Then again, it couldn’t be them. No robotic tone. He tugged the surfer around and blinked. “What, my solar surfer? Yeah, well,” he said, shrugging, “That’s what it’s made for. To be fun.” He hovered, staring at the other slightly. It wasn’t like him to really be intimidated by different looks. After all, their close family friend resembled a dog. “And it’s mine,” he added in, slamming his foot on the pedal to take off once more, engine roaring.

The vampire queen was only a little surprised by the fact he was so nonchalant about her appearance. She couldn't help but miss the old days when someone saw her fanged form and shrieked. Was it odd to miss the screams? Her mouth was slightly agape as he left her in the dust. She had every intent to retort to his statements but he hadn't bothered to give her the time. "Rude." She clicked her tongue. Her usual flying was slow and gradual but she wasn't about to let him get away.

Her hair whipped behind her wildly as she fly after him full speed. Marceline had to admit that little toy of his was fast. "Excuse me." She snipped, her tone sharp. "Who taught you that it's polite to just fly away from a lady when she's talking to you?" Of course, Marceline was far from a lady. However she would pick on whatever trait she could until she found out what got under his skin. 

"What do you call that~?" The vampire easily kept up beside him, a smug satisfied smirk plastered on her face. It was a little intriguing that he chose to flee, not because of fear. Instead it was obviously because he didn't think she was worth his time. She'd fix that. Her eyes trailed once more to the device he used to fly. Did she need it? No. However there was that itching feeling inside that demanded that she take it. Like a child who sees a toy their neighbor has.

If she was feeling benevolent, she'd give it back. More than likely she'd find herself unable to use the contraption but that didn't dim her desire to give it a try.

{ Flights and Frights }

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{ Tracker }

I owe: Jim Hawkins  And I think that's it. So if I do owe you, link me the thread? :3 Starters I owe: sonofthecowl hellishlybrilliant ( you're just too quality so I stare at your blog but I'm gonna get the courage up to start something with you, I swear ) bogeyman ( thinking on this one! ) thekingxoftheunderworld iciestkingaround ( woo! An Ice King. I'm psyched. ) Waiting for replies from: witchhunter-hansel ( don't worry your precious head bbz I see the drama llama had been visiting you ) sentinelofistanbul maskedacrobat ( dat Dick ) yourneighbourjerry ( Vamp competitions? Probably just in her head. ) killer-engineer ( yes. Be my servant and I save your life. Fair deal is fair. ) reddemoneyes mahcheekmeat

I think this is it!

Probably.

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Interlude }

I’ve been thinking about trying to pick a face claim for Marceline.. The only thing that makes me hesitant is her blue skin and red eyes. Her appearance is one of my favorites but I really don’t care for using gifs from the show as I roleplay her in a more mature light. ( not that I don’t love the shows designs, it’s just not right for serious roleplay most of the time. )

So followers, any opinions on a face claim or should I just keep doing what I’m doing?

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So Marceline. How you doing this morning?

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(Man, anyone who goes through my AT tag must get whiplash from all the mood shifts…)

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She cursed aloud, her back pressed flat against a wall where she had come out of a poorly placed magical portal. This sure as hell was not where she intended to go. "..guess I should've read that book Dad gave me a little better." Marceline scoffed to herself, eyes narrowing as she tried to adjust to the brightness all around. Well, she was stuck in this alley until the sun went down. With a heavy sigh she slid down the wall, plopping on the ground. "Great.." Sanguine eyes gazed curiously at the people who passed the alley. Their clothing was odd. Weren't they hot? 

She paused to look down at her own outfit, a worried frown forming quickly on her face. As if the cyan blue skin, pointy ears, and fangs didn't make her stick out enough. Her red boots glimmered in the dull light that filtered into the alley, a pale grey tank top, and faded jeans completed the out of place look. "At least let them have jeans here." Marceline groaned, but no matter how long she waited and watched there wasn't a single person dressed remotely like her. Camouflage?  Obviously out of the picture.

The only relief she found was the slow dark that began to drift over the city. Finally. With a huff she got up and dusted herself off, her feet silently lifting off the ground as she levitated into the air. Perhaps she'd get a better view from above. She lay in the air, hands placed under her chin as she took in the city. It'd been years since she'd seen so many humans together. She whistled, impressed at the sight. Might be a nice place to vacation, but definitely not to stay.