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itscxraline:

Leading the way, Coraline smiled. “Nice to meet you as well.” She stated, before shrugging her shoulders. “Hm, sometimes.” The blue haired girl responded, shifting her gaze directly in front of her. “Only whenever I can’t fall asleep. Tonight is obviously one of those nights.” Coraline shrugged once again. “How about you? Did you just got to town and that’s why you’re out late?” 

“Seems to be a lot of people like you in town,” Marceline noted having seen more than a few people wandering around town. Then again she wasn’t much different, Finn was a fan of late nigth adventures. “I’ve lived here for a while,” she said, “Took a road trip, just didn’t feel like heading home,” she fibbed. Marshall had her feeling restless.

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vidiarodrigo:

Vidia was heading home after a long day and was quite looking forward to having a peaceful evening in. However, seeing the girls look so forlorn, Vidia supposed she could stop to help her out a bit. “You don’t need one. That shits bad for your health.” Vidia said, resting a hand on her hip. “But if you’re really desperate, there’s an Italian just around the corner from here. I could show you the way.”

Marceline glanced over at the girl letting out a scoff, “Man fuck health right now, I need hot cheesy greasy food.” Pizza was good for comfort which is what she was going for now. Pausing she shrugged, “Well if you don’t mind ruining your health, lead the way. I’ll even buy.”

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He needed to leave, every time he came around it left her feeling emptier than before he’d stop by. He’d practically broken in, annoyed her, and even tried to kiss her; why hadn’t she just let Finn and Jake pound him into next week? It be so much easier than whatever the hell this was.

Grabbing a clip of the ground she shoved it into his face, “Huh? Look! This clipping! This was you, Simon! Before the War!”

The confusion on his face made her even more frustrated as he blinked back at her face completely blank of any recollection of her. Going through more pictures she recoiled in surprise when he requested she sing for him.

“Marceline, is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world? That must be so confusing for a little girl. And I know you're going to need me here with you... but I'm losing myself, and I'm afraid you're going to lose me, too..."

The words, words from Simon, her Simon, before he’d become this empty shell of himself. The Simon who’d cared and took care of her when he had no obligation to.

As he cheered her on she blinked in surprise scrambling through the pictures breath shaking as Ice King began playing a steady beat.

"This magic keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy, and I need to save you, but who's going to save me? Please forgive me for whatever I do,” her voice cracked tears threatening to spill out at any moment,”...when I don't remember you."

“Wow, I wrote that? Hot stuff,” he called out cheerfully looking more than a little pleased with himself.

Fists tightening she glared at him, “What?! Don’t you remember what it means?”

What I mean, what I meant to you?

Grabbing another picture she shoved it in his face as he sang back to her, "Marceline, I can feel myself slipping away. I can't remember what it made me say... but I remember that I saw you frown. I swear, it wasn't me. It was the crown. This magic keeps me—"

Floating over she picked up her axe bass strumming it as tears streamed down her cheeks joining him in the melody,  "—alive, but it's making me crazy, and I want to save you, but who's going to save me?! Please forgive me for..."

Blinking Marceline groaned at the stream of sunlight hitting her face, sitting up she rubbed at her eyes pulling her hands back she stared at them in surprise. Tears. Her face was wet with fresh tears, taking a shaky breath she hardly remembered why she could have been crying. Humming a soft tune she shook her head reaching over to her phone. Scrolling through her contacts she hesitated before dialing a familiar number. When it went straight to voicemail she felt her heart clench in disappointment shaking it off. It was better this way she mused as she heard a beep.

“Hey Ike...we should meet up this week. Get coffee or something, call me when you get chance ok? Um..bye.”

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itscxraline:

Coraline shrugged, stuffing her hands within the slits of her yellow jacket pockets. “Sure.” She responded with a small nod. “The place is just down this direction and like two blocks over.” she then instructed, turning towards the direction of the pizzeria and pointing with her foot before making the movement to start walking. “The names Coraline by the way.”

Stuffing her hands into her leather jacket she kept pace with the other girl easily enough. “keep that in mind for the next time I need a pizza fix,” she said mind still slightly troubled. Glancing over she smirked lightly, “Marceline, nice to meet ya. You always out this late?”

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Marcy/Marshall stealing Jake/Cake

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bcxpher:

“I don’t think he’s capable of looking like anything less than a God amongst men.” Best to keep the identity a secret, at least for now. “Looking broody is the title of my autobiography, so no, I don’t think I’ll be stopping anytime soon.” He gestured for her to follow, nevertheless.

Marceline blinked in surprise at the boy’s voice expression softening a bit, “Lover’s dispute then?” Following him she doubled checked her jacket pocket for pepper spray. hey better safe than sorry. “Hmm mine probably Resting Bitch Face, so not far off.”

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lxddell:

“I do find that I attend more than the average person,” Alice mused. “I try to keep them seasonally accurate, with breaks to theme them for the holidays. Have you ever had Valentine’s Day brews? Or Halloween?”

Marceline’s eyebrows rose in amazement, the girl reminded her a bit of Finn which eased her mood. “No I haven’t didn’t even realize that was a thing. They any good, or just like regular tea with a new name?”

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itscxraline:

“Scaglione’s Pizzeria tends to stay open until about four in the morning” Coraline commented, having heard of what the other female had mumbled to herself. Normally the blue haired girl would have ignored what the other had said, but at the moment she was kind of bored and had nothing to do, so why not? Plus, she looked kind of lost. “It’s not too far from here either.”

Marceline glanced over at the girl who had popped, right talking to yourself usually lead to people talking to you she thought. “Wanna lead the way, could really use a distraction right about now,” she grumbled. The girl looked friendly enough, and Finn had been pushing her to expand their friend group.

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adamlebcau:

Adam had been strolling around the town, trying to learn the layout of the place when he heard the brunette. He wasn’t sure if she was simply thinking out loud or not, but he decided to speak up. “I’m not sure about a 24 hour place, but I’ve seen a couple pizza places since coming here. One of them has to be good.”

Glancing to her side Marceline raised a brow at the large man who came to talk to her. “Wanna check em out till we find an open one, I’ll buy,” she offered. It was one of those night were if she spent it alone bad habits came back. “Names Marceline,” she introduced hoping he wasn’t a fanboy.

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Wasted years that I spent Never knowing I was kept, I was used Never-ending Condescending Now I just refuse I don't care what it costs me I know I almost lost me Won't spend another day confused

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mvbelp:

Mabel sighed as she knitted a sweater in broad daylight, Waddles at her side on a bench. “Honestly, if a person says they’re interested in me and then say they don’t like arts and crafts to my face in the same breath, we’re going to the next one. We never need that kind of negatively in my life.”

Marceline had been sitting on a bench when the girl had plopped down to knit near her. The pig was odd but they both seemed friendly enough so she’d settled for the small talk. Notebook opened to the latest song she’d been working on she cocked a brow at the younger girl, “That passionate about arts and crafts?” she questioned amused.

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lxddell:

“I don’t know why others find it strange that I keep a fully stocked tea selection in my purse. This way, I’ll never be caught off guard. You don’t find it silly, do you?”

“Maybe a bit over prepared for my taste, but hey like you said you’ll never be caught off guard for a tea party at least.”

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bcxpher:

Although Bill didn’t recognize the voice speaking right away, when he looked over, he sure as hell recognized that face. He’d spent way too many hours trying to help Marshall fucking Lee find this face, and of course, now that he had all but broken up with Bill, here she was. Like a gift from fucking God. “There’s one that’s open until two.” He offered, playing benign. The effect was sort of ruined by the black eye Marshall had given him, the bruise over the bridge of his nose as well.

Marceline had been in the middle of shoving her phone in her pocket, sick of reading tabloids over her family. Glancing up she gave a low whistle at the shiner on the guy who’d walked up. “Damn dude, the other guy look as bad as you do?” she questioned. Pausing she weighed her options before shrugging one shoulder, “Gonna keep looking broody or lead the way?”