Mar 12, 2013
// Did somebody say nightosphere
[ooc: asdfghjkl WHYWASIWAITINGFORTHIS I’m so done with you /paps]
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// Did somebody say nightosphere
[ooc: asdfghjkl WHYWASIWAITINGFORTHIS I’m so done with you /paps]
malosovobiscum - say llama butt
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There were a multitude of things in Marceline’s life that she couldn’t control. This made the queen tighten her grip on whatever she could. If someone could twist her around their little finger, why could she not do the same to others? Oh, she could and she would. She wanted to be in charge of what happened. Thus far she had managed it. There was an order to the events. She pulled the strings, made people fear her. Made people hate her, all according to some mental strategy she had mapped out.One large chess game that she played within her own mind. Long fingers would pluck up the pieces that represented the people around her that she had met, both past and present, and she would nimbly place them elsewhere on her board. Though unlike a typical chessboard the object of this game was not to capture her opponent’s queen. It was to make sure that no one touched hers.
Yet a King appeared on the board. One that knew the way she would move and though she didn’t anticipate him being a problem Marceline wanted it to be known that she would move to no other beat but her own. In her long history the vampire queen had taken note of many things. And one of the rules that was true for any male was there was always a weakness for certain things. A weakness very easily exploited if one knew how.
She was well versed. Invisibility was her weapon of choice and she would use it carefully. Drifting up behind the King, she snaked her arms around her shoulder. An action that might have been pleasant if it weren’t for the vice-like grip she’d placed on his arms.“Hello, Marshall~” Her tone remained coy as she pulled him close, her own chest pressed against his back as her tongue flicked out from between parted lips, grazing the tip of his ear. Long thick strands of hair began to drift around and envelop him. Twisting about fingers, arms, legs. She could already picture the flustered looked on his face and she loved it. This time she started at the end of his ear, slowly sliding her tongue all the way down to the tip.“Ha, I thought you’d taste a little better than that.” With a devilish smirk she loosened her grip from the King, releasing him and drifting backwards as her hair fell loosely from his body. A smug smirk never left the vampire queen’s face.Interlude } Why is this so long I don’t usually write this kinda stuff oops ahhhh that’s not seven times oh well.
Mad with a sentence meme // "I ate /all the strawberries/."
"You'll pay for this!!"
// Alternate ghetto/crack response:
"Oh no you didn't hun," she rants before yanking out her earrings and tossing it at Pep But who happened to be near by.
"One does not simply eat all the strawberries".//
"My cheek meat still hurts, y'know."
"Yeah, well!" She folded her arms and stuck her tongue out at him. "You deserve it after that stunt."
// Sorry for the slight inactivity recently - it's been a busy week of college.
I owe three people replies which I will jump on tomorrow now that my work load has died down.
See you then~
♥
Marceline flushed, absently scratching at her chin with her pointer finger. This was… weird. Sure, she’d kissed Ash when they dated, and had even pecked Finn’s cheek a couple of times but this…
“It’s like kissing a mirror” he had promised her. She wouldn’t know – it had been years since she had last seen her reflection; she hadn’t seen herself in the mirror since she was a child.
“This is just practice?” she questioned, “No funny business?”
Marshall Lee nodded the affirmative.
With a bit of reluctance, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to her opposites. It was… surprisingly warm and Marceline found herself deepening the kiss as her hands found purchase in his shirt.
It lasted for one, two, three seconds more before the Vampire King pushed her away, cackling all the while.
“Oh glob,” He laughed; Marceline hoped he’d choke on that wretched laughter, “I can’t believe you did it!”
If her face had been red before, she was surely on fire now.
“You son of a bleeblob!” she screeched before smacking him upside the head. She should have known this was some practical joke.
With one last brutal punch, she floated away, “I’ll get you back” she hissed, “You just wait!”
As she left, she couldn’t help but thinking it had been a pretty good joke… she had fallen for it after all.
‘Hmm,’ she wondered, ‘What prank can I pull on him?’