DeadlyBlackRainbow

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

▼: greetings ^u^ ▲: Oh hai its u! ▼: roxy!<3 ▲: <3 how r u tday? ▼: tired...and nUrsing a broken shoUlder ▼: u_u ▲: 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. ▲: Ok... ▼: *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

Marceline 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? W

Marshall 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 ANYT

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