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Greetings Roxy▼: greetings ^u^
▲: Oh hai its u!
▲: <3 how r u tday?
▼: tired...and nUrsing a broken shoUlder
▲: Ohh I hoep u feel btr I don liek mah freinds bein hurt
▼: roxy?i need to say something important alright?
▲: ok I'm listnin
▼: dont move.
▼: *a portal opens up above roxy*
▼: *calliope falls through landing on roxys bed* oof! *she was glad she still had her cosplay on*
▲: *she looks at Calliope*
▲: "Oh hai!"
▼: She looked up shyly* Um...hi roxy ^u^
▲: "don b shy!" she cheered, sitting down next to her. "u ok?"
▼: She brushed dust off her suit* ive...ive been working on that since we talked last ^u^
▲: "dats good!" she said, smiling and carefully patting Calliope's arm.
▼: *She watched Roxy carefully before taking her hand and holding it silently*
▲: "U ok Callie? Liek... Ur brotha isn't bein mean is he?" she asked worriedly.
Double Up: Chapter One~ Meet YourselfMarceline woke with a start. She'd heard someone... crying?
She immediately noticed something was wrong in her bedroom.
For one, the walls weren't the right color. They were... different.
TWO, there was another vampire floating in the room, still asleep.
He had spiky hair like hers but not half shaved and was wearing red plaid shirt and dark jeans.
A red bass was leaning against the wall, and something was written on the wall: Marshall Lee.
Marshall Lee. So that was his name? Odd... It sounded like her own name.
"Gah!" he woke with a start.
"Hi there. So... just asking... what's up with you being in my house, man?" she asked.
"Huh? Whoa, dude, I think you've got this wrong. This is my pla- whoa..."
"What's wrong, ML?" she laughed.
"Wait, how do you know my name? How the heck do we look alike? And oh, my god, I love your hair. Do you, by chance, play guitar?" he asked her.
"Well it's written on the wall, I don't know, thanks, and yea! By the way, my name is Marceline. I'm the vampire qu
Double Up: Prolugue~ DaymaresMarshall Lee was sleeping. Or, at least, as far into sleep as a vampire could get. He lived in the peaceful land of Aaa with his friends, Fionna and Cake. His relationship with Prince Gumball was... strained. He was a fearless (well maybe not so much) king of what he called 'the flip side'. Despite his seventeen or so year old appearance, he was well over a thousand years old. He sustained himself on 'shades of red' by sucking the red color out of things. The three things he was best at were playing the guitar, singing, and scaring Cake the cat. At this moment, he was squirming around as he searched through a desolate Aaa, unable to find ANYTHING living. The sun would not shine, the stars would not twinkle. All was dark and dead. He heard the moans of the undead occupants of Aaa following him. Running, running as fast as he could to get away.
"Fionna!" he yelled out. No matter what, he couldn't float anymore. None of his powers were working. He'd tried to find Fionna, to make sure she
Only Half There (Part 1)Your name is Dave Strider, and your awesome yet disturbing brother just got home to flop down on the couch and steal the remote from you like he normally does when he gets home from wherever he goes off to. But this time around, he goes to the kitchen himself instead of asking you to get something for him. Worried, you follow him and watch as he takes his gloves off and washes his hands, but also washing a spot on his forearm. You notice blood trickling down his wrist and a bloody rag that was part of his shirt at some point.
"What the hell happened?"
"Some stupid fucking rabid dog attacked me for no reason," he answers, grabbing one of the first aid kits littered around the house and bandaging a deep cut just above his left wrist.
You two return to the living room without a word, and as he's flipping through channels, the news comes on. Just as he's about to change it, an emergency announcement comes on about rabid animals roaming throughout several cities, including Huston.
Safe And SoundGamzee Makara had gone mad.
He had killed several of his friends.
But his screwed up subjuggulator mind began to clear when he caught the smell.
It smelled like someone's blood. But not just any troll's blood.
It smelled like his sweet Tavbro, who he loved.
When he came around the corner, that's exactly what he saw.
Tavros Nitram, his sweet, stuttering, insecure, crippled best bro.
"Oh dear god, Tavbro. No, please no. Tell me I didn't do this." he said, sinking down on his knees.
He cradled his best friends body close to his, purple tears streaking down his face.
"I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'd never let you go, when all those shadows almost killed your light. I remember you say 'Don't leave me here alone', but all that's dead and gone and past tonight. Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound."
He sobbed into Tavros's chest, petting his hair and wish
Lovely Maniac~Part 1You ask me what my name is as I push my heavy glasses up on the thin bridge of my pointed nose.
"Eridan Ampora," I reply grimly, my strange accent sounding oddly strained.
"Oh, tho that'th your name. Mine ith Thollux Captor." you tell me, closing your eyes as you pull your bifurcated blue and red glasses off to clean them. I notice that some of your teeth are crooked.
"You have a speech lisp?"
"Yeth. Motht people teathe me for it." you say, putting your glasses back on.
I wonder for a moment as to what color your eyes are. The color is covered by your glasses.
"Are they prethcription?"
"Your glatheth, ED. Do you need them to thee or are they jutht for thtyle?"
The truth is, I'm about as blind as a bat without them, but I'd never admit that.
"I'm a hipster wizard, you know. Of course they are for style!"
"You're lying, ED." you smirk.
"I am not!"
You reach across the table and snatch my glasses off my face. I'm instantly unable to see anything but shadows and shades of blur
A kind-hearted, lime-eyed teen,
Never heard, never seen.
She sits alone, not making a sound,
Only her rapid heartbeat can be found.
Her name is Calliope, no, Callie Opheee,
She has not a friend, not you, not me.
For she is ugly; or so her brother says, and her as well,
But in reality she is beautiful, and simply cannot tell.
Callie decides to do something brave;
She messages a drunken girl named Roxy one day.
They become friends and talk day and night,
But she's still with her brother, and she'll lose the fight.
Muses create and inspire,
Lords destroy and bring fire.
Calliope is gone, she no longer shares the reigns;
Only her nasty brother Caliborn remains.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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