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I once dreamed that I had you here beside me, in my arms. I could feel your warmth against my skin and I could smell your wonderful scent. It reminded me of spring time, right after the rain.

But better than your warmth and better than your scent, was the amount of happiness it brought me to have you here, embracing you. You and you alone, had the ability to chase the loneliness away. It was a wonderful feeling and a feeling that disappears within an instant as I realize that you’re not real. You’re only a figment of my imagination. There is only coldness beside me and only my own scent that envelops me.

Yet, despite knowing this, it doesn’t stop me from dreaming of you. I don’t know who you are but in my dreams, you exist. Perhaps you are real, perhaps you are not but sometimes, I like to pretend that my unknown lover is real. I love to tell myself that you and I are meant to be, that we have known each other in previous lives and that our love was so strong, that we can connect through our dreams. When we dream, our minds are unleashed, the barriers come down and we find one another.

It was only bad luck that had separated or perhaps, our love was just so strong and beautiful, that stronger forces were jealous and sought to keep us apart so that we never meet. Our love will persevere. I will wait for you as I know you wait for me. This loneliness is painful, it makes the world a cold, difficult place. I know though, that it is worth it in the end. It is only the hope of meeting you that I have strength to carry on. It is our nightly rendezvous that I most look forward to every day. Waking is an agony because it tears me away from you and the beautiful world we have created in our dreams.

Sometimes if I’m lucky, I can feel your presence in the waking world. When I’m alone and miserable, when I’m crying and lonely, I feel you wrap your arms around me. I hear you whisper you love me and to look up, to keep going, that there is much to live for. When I have shattered to pieces, it is you who comes to put them back together again and nudges me on. These waking presences are never enough, they’re too brief, not like dreams that can last a long time.

So tonight, I will dream…
Annnd, I decided I needed to write something so I used a prompt generator. I had to start the story with "I once dreamed" and so I scribbled away whatever popped into my mind. As usual, I have no clue where this came from. Hope you enjoyed.

Wow, thank you for the DD and thank you for every single comment, fav, and watch. You guys are amazing. I'm glad this was able to touch you in some way. I would hug each and every one of you if I could. It means the world to me to receive such an honor. I'm all warm and fuzzy inside now. xD
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Stuck.

Chapter 8: Lost, Alone, and Cold.

-3- < OMFG. IM ALIVE. IM UPDATING. WHERE THE FUCK WAS I? WILL I UPDATE REGULARLY? Prolly not. Sorry for the wait, and for the waiting you’ll be having to do. I’m blanking on this fic, im soo soo soo sorry. But, enjoy this, kay?

:: Disclaimer :: I do not own...Amnesia, Pewdie, or Toby. *pout*
:: Rating :: M
:: Warnings :: Violence, Slash.
:: Pairing :: eventual Pewdiepie/Tobucus
:: Genre :: Romance, Horror, Supernatural (?), Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship.
:: Summary :: ‘A map you seek, your worst nightmare you’ve found. Not a dream to desire. Dusty curtains, move them and shine the light into the great hall.’ The map was interesting, it drew people in, and refused to release them. Pewdie and Toby get suck in the world and fight to get out. Slash, PewBuscus.

ENJOY!!

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If he said it was easier by himself, he would be lying. He was lost.
Not like he wasn’t before, he was hungry, he was lonely. And most of all; He was worried. It was like the longer he was by himself the more guilt swelled inside. If Felix didn’t hate him before, he hated him now. Not only for leaving him but for liking him.
‘…you’re just jealous, you freak.’
He wasn’t even mad. He accepted the fact that he was, in fact, a freak. He liked someone who lived so far away. Someone who he’d never met. Someone who just so happened to be the same sex as him. What would his mother think? His father? His whole family? His friends? What would the Audience think? It crushed him. He began to breath heavy, scared of rejection from the only people he had. He leaned against a wall and tried to even out his breath, breathing slowly. He imagined his family, and friends around him. Giving him comforting hugs and pats. Words and laughs.
It seemed to help. He was breathing normally again, and began to walk to the best of his ability his legs grew heavy suddenly. His eyes burned as well, he hadn’t stopped since he left Felix, it had to a least be a couple days, judging by the light that would come in threw the windows. Which seemed to grow more rare the further he traveled into the castle. He was look for something, anything. Maybe, without realizing, he was looking for someone. He stopped abruptly and glanced back. He couldn’t go back. Not even if he wanted to. He was far from Pewds. The Swede was either rooming the cold, eerie castle, like him, or dead.
‘You don’t like me. You wouldn’t do this if you did.’
Maybe he was right. Maybe Toby was just a self-centered, narcissistic bastard that left his friends to die. Toby’s feet moved foreword and he sighed deeply, he was tired. He wanted rest. No, he needed it. He stretched and decided a break wouldn't kill him. Hopefully. He continued down the corridor. Moving slower as he continued. He hurt, it was painful to keep trying. It was painful to think, to try, to even hope.
He missed the company of the sandy blonde, the smile and the cute little laugh he had.
The warm pats on the shoulder, or the quick hugs. Holding of hands for safety. He missed him, and regretted leaving. Would Pewdiepie forgive him if they met again? Or.. would he be to late. He turned down the hall and stared at a door for a few seconds, with a groan he pushed himself to walk to the door and opened it. Freezing in shock.

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Felix collapsed on the bed with a sigh. He’d moved around some, making sure to rest at night. He turned to his side and pulled the blanket around him. He still had a dresser that needed to be moved but he needed these few minutes of relaxation.
He tried hard, very hard, to be mad at Toby. Something inside just wouldn’t let him. If anything he was pissed at himself. Pissed at the fact he let Toby go off by himself, the fact he didn’t try hard enough.
Toby left him.. Toby left him... Toby left HIM.
He was the one deserted, and yet, he felt horrible.
He could just image how Toby was feeling, off somewhere alone, like himself. Toby had to leave him, the guy he..liked. For who knew how long. Or even why? Why did Toby like him? How did he even develop feelings for him? If anything, he should be the one with a crush on Toby. He watched the brunette since he started youtube, he really enjoyed laughing with him and learning from him. And just watching him.
Pewdiepie sighed. That sounded weird. Sounded weird but made sense. He did like Toby, maybe not so much the exact way Toby did. But, he still liked him. And Toby was attractive. He had gorgeous eyes and a gorgeous smile, his fluffy hair was cute along with the dimples on his cheeks. Pewdiepie sighed and sat up, running a hand through his hair. 'Do you care about Marzia? Obviously not.'
He did care, just because he felt frustrated, hopeless, and aggravated didn't make him love Marzia any less. Suddenly there was a thud against the door and Felix froze, staring. The door flew open and  a familiar brunette stumbled inside. He looked up in shock and they stared at each other. "Toby? A-Are you okay?" He stood up and rushed to his side helping him seat in the bed.
Toby sighed, "I, uh, didn't know you were here..." He mumbled, relieved to see Pewds. See him looking alive and perfectly fine.
"You could've known." He felt a grin cross his face as he turned shut the door and dragged a dresser in front of the door. "So.. are you all right?"
"Yeah, yeah.. um, just tired.."
"Oh," Pewds nodded, "Then just rest. I can keep watch."
"Felix, look.."
"No..No, just wait, we can later."
ALL RIGHT. SO IT'S SHORT BUT I WANTED TO UPLOAD IT.
I'm not sure when i'll update again, so sorry guys ;n;

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chapter 7: [link]
chapter 9: [link]
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Oh, darling...
How am I alive?
After what you put me through,
I'm surprised I didn't
shoot myself.


Baby, love is a dangerous game,
and we played it like

Russian Roulette.
I don't usually have the title as something in the poem, but it's the best I could come up with :shrug:

Enjoy! :blowkiss:

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this is life without you:

I have lost a week, but every hour is endless.
Today, I wrote a love letter to a man who gave me purpose
but he will never know me better than in the line
which ended: "I want to share the peace you gifted me."

yes, I am allowing myself to hide in coffee shops once more.
Breath heavy and aching eyes I am tired -
tired and weightless, waiting as seconds steep slowly,
learning to live with the words which I have spoken
words which at long last
have chased you away.

you were warned,
you. were. warned.

ink-stained and cradling chai,
reading spice-leaves and honey which only manage to say
I am a mess. I am a mess, lost and lonely,
savouring the moment stolen where I feel at home:

the moment before the storm,
before moon captures sun,
before extermination, before I am held accountable.

yes, I am spinning one last yarn,
finding myself the cut which fits my raw new skin,
the style to suit this fearful new world,
where I am  dodging eye contact with
the therapist I still cancel last minute on,
but she does not see me behind newspaper headlines:

invisible I am invincible,
measuring the twin accusations of
supposed vulnerability or invulnerablity
as if somehow, miraculously, I am both, reincarnate

as if I chose this for myself!
yes, no doubt I am bitter, watching the destruction of value,
more easily traded than a barista's cigarettes,
double shot one sugar cappuccino for Old Man Regular,
the only bastard to ask if I mind sharing my head-space.

I sigh. Not any more.

There is nothing left to reconsider.
i wrote this twice. i had to because i still haven't got my laptop back and i accidentally shut the first window which was raw and unsaved. i guess at least now i had to think about it. still. i miss my laptop. writing is so much harder right now.
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Live by the Creed
By
SGunthur


To become an assassin you must be,
A loyal follower of these rules three.

Never harm the innocent,
No good could ever come of it,

Always be silent and discreet,
To make escapes swift and neat,

And finally never compromise the Brotherhood,
Or the fate of us all won't be good.

The Templars are all Assassins' foes,
Always causing the troubles and woes,

All Templar hearts are as black as coal,
As they clamber to achieve their single goal,

They forever strive to be,
The controllers of everything you see,

Use your blade to stab their backs,
And halt their plan right in its tracks.


Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.
My attempt at a poem based off of Assassin's Creed.

I don't know if the content is epic, but I'm just glad I managed to make everything rhyme and make sense! :dummy:

AC (c) Ubisoft
Poem (c) Me
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As the morning sun found it's way into Katara's bedroom, it's blinding rays doing it's best to bring the Waterbender out of her slumber, she tried equally hard to not let it happen.

She, along with the gang, including her boyfriend, the Avatar, were in the Fire Nation, partly to enjoy the weather and atmosphere, but mostly to attend Council meetings in Fire Lord Zuko's palace.

As the morning sun found it's way into Katara's bedroom, it's blinding rays doing it's best to bring the Waterbender out of her slumber, she tried equally hard to not let it happen.

She, along with the gang, including her boyfriend, the Avatar, were in the Fire Nation, partly to enjoy the weather and atmosphere, but mostly to attend Council meetings in Fire Lord Zuko's palace.

It had been 2 months since the end of the war, and ever since his coronation, Zuko tried his best, almost daily, it seemed, to reconstruct ties with the other nations that his father and those before him so unmercifully severed.

But to the gang, mostly Katara, it was getting more drawn out and boring every day.

Even Aang was starting to get flustered about it.

But that was always part of his Airbender nature. He never wanted to be grounded on things, especially boring meetings.

That, and among many other reasons, was why she loved him.

With the dawning of this new day meant the dawning of yet another boring meeting with the councils of the other nations.

But Katara, however, wanted sleep, and so she stayed in her bed. After all, she had just helped save the world from a maniacal tyrant. She felt like she had deserved to sleep in once in a while.

But no sooner could she accomplish this, she felt someones hand gently nudging her to wake up.

It couldn't have been Toph or Sokka, they would've been too rough with her.

That could have only meant one person.

"Hi, Aang...", she sleepily mumbled.

Aang, as tired and bored as Katara was, was trying desperately to wake his girlfriend, with the fear of being late to the meeting, and getting an earful from a certain big brother of hers, in the back of his mind.

"Come on, Katara, wake up," Aang had quietly spoken.

Katara didn't respond, desperately trying to go back to sleep.

"As much as I don't want to go to this, we can't be late. Everybody's waiting for us downstairs, and I don't want to hear anything from the Council," he insisted.

"But Aang....", Katara quickly responded with a whining moan. "It's too boring and dull. Can't I just sleep in this one time?"

"I'm sorry, Katara, but that will have to wait another morning. Now, come on."

Katara, being as stubborn and sleepy as she was, decided to not pay attention to Aang, and instead pulled her cover as far as it would go over her head.

Aang sighed and was starting to give up, and was preparing to get up to leave, but when he turned his head, he could see that Katara exposed her bare feet from pulling the cover over too much.

He continued switched glances between Katara and her lovely feet for a few moments, when a devious idea formed in his mind. With a mischievous grin on his face, Aang quietly sat up, and began to carefully tip toe to the foot of the bed, with his dastardly plan already set in motion.

This was sure to wake her up.

It was also probably one of the few times he was glad that Toph had called him Twinkletoes, because Katara would certainly not expect what was going to happen next.

As he sat down, he carefully locked Katara's legs in his left arm, and had his right hand, fingers and all, wiggling, ready to do damage.

Katara had felt something grab her legs, but before she could react, Aang was on the attack, tickling her feet without mercy, and making Katara explode with laughter.

Katara screamed through her laughs, begging for Aang to stop. But he wouldn't. Aang had found out through a recent foot massage, that her feet were the most sensitive, and ticklish parts of her entire body. And today, he had found the perfect opportunity to exploit that weakness.

She again tried to plead with the Airbender, hoping to gain some empathy so that he could stop torturing her feet, but Aang wasn't listening, for part of him wanted to hear the sweet melody that was Katara's laugh. It was always musical to him, and he took towards any approach he had to hearing that beautiful, infectious sound.

As he continued to run his fingers up and down her soles faster, he couldn't help but laugh along with her.

"Maybe this will teach you to a lesson in waking up on time!", he chuckled.

But Katara was too busy laughing to hear him.

Aang, thinking Katara didn't hear him on purpose, then decided to really take it to another level.

Beginning at the heel of Katara's foot, He started to move his fingertips up her soles, raking and scratching his nails all over the tender flesh of her feet, eliciting an increased octave of laughter from the Water Tribe girl, as the Airbender's fingers went up slowly and tortuously, from the bottoms of her feet, to the arches, to the insteps, all the way to the base of her toes.

Katara knew what was coming next, and realized that she had to try at least one more time to compromise with Aang before he would be the executioner of her impending doom, and send her into near hysteria.

But before she could open her mouth to beg, it was too late.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," he said in a higher pitched voice as he brought his fingers in between her toes.

That sent her over the deep end. The instant Aang did that, she let out an earsplitting shriek that surprisingly did not deafen him. And following that shriek was an outpour of squealing, hysterical laughter. The entire Fire Nation might have echoed with the sound of it. And just when Katara thought it couldn't get any worse, it did.

While Aang was having so much fun tormenting his beloved, another evil idea popped into his head. Remembering an old game - a song if you will - that some of the Air Nomad nuns used to play with the young benders, he grabbed Katara's left big toe with one hand, and began to sing the song, albeit with a few minor adjustments, inspired from the adventures that he and his friends have had.

"This little penguin went to the cabbage merchant, this little penguin didn't," Aang teased. "This little penguin had some roasted seal jerky, this little penguin didn't. And this little penguin cried, 'wee, wee, wee!', all the way home!"

While Aang was harmonizing the tune, he was causing even more agony for Katara. Starting with her big toe, he went to the next one, and the one after that, all the way down to the pinky toe, while lightly stroking his finger on the bottom of her foot, and punctuated the last lyrics by scraping his fingers all over Katara's feet again, making her laugh her head off constantly throughout the entire time. He repeated this process on her other foot, doubling her laughter even more. Katara was laughing so hard, she had thought she was going to soon die from lack of oxygen.

The torture continued for minutes, on end, until Aang finally relented. He had gave Katara a chance to breathe, for she had been panting ever since the tickling had subsided.

"Thank you," she spoke; but it was barely a sound, for she had been left practically breathless from his assault on her feet.

"Please don't do that again anytime soon."

"I'll try my best not to," Aang responded, and he began to laugh.

"You should have seen yourself, it was hysterical," He laughed.

Katara was trying to be mad and upset at him, but she couldn't ignore his boyish charm, and had no choice but to laugh along with him, realizing that it was pretty funny.

After their giggle fits subsided, Katara got herself ready, but before that, she gave Aang a brief kiss.

"Well, good morning to you, too," Aang said.

"It most certainly is a good morning," Katara replied, and soon, after she got dressed, the pair were off to the meeting, never forgeting the experience they had just had.

After all, it was just another morning with the Avatar.
My second story, hot and fresh for ya! Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own "Avatar: The Last Airbender". It is owned by Bryke, Nickelodeon, and Viacom. And remember, read and review, please!
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INTO THE DARK: A Marshall Lee and Fionna Story

CHAPTER ONE: BALANCE

Somewhere in the Land of Aaa, there exists a Dark Forest. Should you ever find yourself lost in those deep woods, there is a good chance you'd never find your way out. Now, it was never easy getting to that area in the first place, and the Keep Out and Danger signs should be enough to steer away any sane person. Even before that, you'd have to pass the Candy Kingdom (which would be a much nicer place to stay, don't you think?), the Grasslands (where you'd find a very radical treehouse, thankyouverymuch), and the Hole in the Center of the World (which wasn't REALLY bottomless, according to rumor). If none of those locations caught your attention, you'd find yourself in the eeriest forest outside of the Nightosphere.

Currently, there was a young human girl lost in the Dark Forest, shoving her way through the thick branches, crushing dead leaves beneath her black shoes, and grumbling because she was covered, head to toe, in troll goo.

How long had she been out there anyway? It had been afternoon when she had chased the massive troll into these woods, hesitating only briefly before rushing in, sword blazing. The troll had stolen a treasured document from the Hot Dog Prince, and it was her duty as professional adventurer to retrieve it. Which she did, but not before the troll exploded into a gooey mess deep within the Dark Forest.

She paused and held her arms out to her side. The motion made a sickening sticky squish, and she was reminded of the time she spilled waffle syrup on her shirt. With a sigh, she looked upwards. It was late and dark out. What little light existed from the waxing crescent moon was shaded by the thick overhanging of dead branches, casting the area into darkness. A time or two as she traveled, she swore she caught red glowing eyes peering at her behind trees or in the bushes. The feeling was shrugged off. Whatever, she was an adventurer. Bring it on, creepers, and she'd just hack you to pieces.

Rubbing her hands on the clean parts of her skirt, she reached inside her backpack and retrieved the treasured document of the Hot Dog Kingdom. Scanning over the elaborate, gold-printed paper, she realized it was the official guest list of the Annual Hot Dog Ball, along with the addresses of each resident invited. She risked her life for this?

If she had been someone else, someone on high alert because of her surroundings, she may have spotted the two eyes watching her every move carefully in the darkness. Then again, the eyes belonged to a master predator, and even if a lost little human had been listening for any motions in the forest, it would be unlikely the creature would be detected.

While the girl scanned over the guest list on the paper, seeing if anyone she knew was invited, a dark shape moved silently toward her, its face contorted into something straight out of a nightmare. The sudden drop in temperature made Fionna's gaze lift up just in time to see a large monstrosity of a creature, all sharp teeth and blood red eyes, rushing toward her.

She shrieked loudly, clutching the guest list against her sticky body with one hand and reaching for her sword with the other. Glob it, where was her sword?! Her hands were shaking, and she couldn't find it. She could ALWAYS find her sword.

The creature stopped right in front of her face, staring right into her terrified eyes like it was gloating in its success, and just when she knew the creature was going to open that razor-like maw and devour her whole, its face shifted, bones twisting in a manner that she had seen before. The red eyes dulled to an eerie black, the form crackling and snapping back into something more humanoid and familiar. Laughter erupted from the creature before it was completely finished transforming. "Your face, Fi!" the pale being stated between laughs.

"Marshall!" she shouted in indignation, and he barely had time to dodge the fist that headed his way.

She glared daggers into him, stomping one foot in frustration as he floated a few feet ahead of her, just out of her reach. His axe bass was carried on his back, the strap crinkling his red plaid shirt. "That wasn't funny," she stated.

"Lighten up, that was hilarious."

Frowning, Fionna pried the prized documents from her sticky body, horrified when she saw some of the names and addresses were smeared. Not wanting to damage the paper any further, she twisted it up and shoved it in her backpack.

Sensing it was safer to approach the last human in Aaa, Marshall took his bass and began playing a few melodic notes on it, drifting closer to the girl. "So what's a little hero like you doing in the Forest of Death?"

"Important mission from the Hot Dog Kingdom." She straightened the ears of her bunny hat and began her trek through the woods again.

Marshall kept up with her stride, floating beside her as his fingers traveled over the strings of his guitar. "There are lots of dangerous creatures in these woods."

Fionna hoisted the backpack higher on her shoulder and glanced over to him. "Friends of yours?" There was no hint of sarcasm in her voice; just simple curiosity.

"Nah, don't know 'em."

She wasn't sure she wanted to meet the creatures even if he did know them. Marshall Lee did not keep the best of company.

"It's not dangerous for an Adventurer like me." she commented. "I slay monsters on a regular basis."

He smirked, and she could tell he was resisting the urge to mock what he considered her goody-two-shoes heroic side.

"You were traveling in these woods alone," she pointed out.

He raised one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. "I'm the Vampire King," was his answer.

It struck her as funny because she had never met another vampire in her life. She wondered where his kingdom was, if he really had any authority over the other vampires, or if it was just a title.

When it came to Marshall's pranks and morbid sense of humor, the citizens of Aaa were divided. Some of the people saw the vampire's arrival as a threat. He was an undead, a bloodsucker, and they were convinced that if given a chance, he would sneak into their houses at night and drain them of blood. Everyone else saw his spooky pranks for what they really were- Nothing more than harmless jokes, like a haunted house on Halloween. So used to the pastel colors of Aaa and the monotony, the Vampire King's taboo style and morbid rock music was a thrill that they craved, and he was a popular party guest in many of the kingdoms. Although these citizens liked him, they still kept him at a safe distance. Because try as they may, they still had trouble fully trusting him. It was one thing to respect the Vampire King; it was another to be friends with him.

Marshall Lee had been one of Fionna's best friend for four years now, and she was accustomed to his mischievous prankster side. As far as vampires go, he could actually be really cool when he wanted to be. And she trusted him.

They walked in silence for a while. The music he played was calming her nerves, causing her mind to dull as she focused on the path ahead of her and enjoyed his music. Even the biggest Marshall-haters in the Land of Aaa had to admit he was musically talented, and Fionna was inclined to agree. Some of her favorite outtings included him playing his newest song for her atop a grassy hill.

After a while, Marshall asked, "Where's the furball? Did she decide not to tag along for this adventure?" He suddenly glanced down at her, amusement lighting up his eyes. "Or did she get scared of the dark?"

Cake could be called many things, but a scaredy cat was not one of them. Fionna and Cake had battled sand beasts and underworld skeletons and crazy candy people who drooled sprinkled frosting. The duo had bravely towered over some of the biggest threats in the land without once flinching and come out on top. However, when brought face to face with a live vampire, Cake was reduced to a terrified mess. After knowing the vampire for a few years, she gradually started to warm up to him, but Marshall Lee still loved frightening the cat whenever he was given a chance.

Fionna kicked a rock ahead of her, and it skidded to a halt against a distant tree. "On a weekend date with Lord Monochromicorn. I've got the next three days to myself." She blew the bangs out of her face with an over exaggerated sigh. "Ice Queen's been eerily quiet, and it's been kinda slow on the adventuring side, so I had to go look for something to do." Truth be told, she was starting to regret it. This walk back home was becoming more trouble than it was worth. "What were you doing in the Dark Forest?" she asked.

He placed his bass around to his back and moved to hover upright next to her, hands in his skinny jean pockets. "Just practicing a bit. I needed inspiration for my next concert."

"Wicked place for inspiration, dude."

He grinned, shrugging. "What can I say? I have a reputation to maintain."

A branch snapping in the forest caught her attention, and she stopped in her tracks and listened. Silence. "What was that?" she asked, a note of caution creeping into her voice.

When he didn't answer, Fionna looked up at him.

Marshall Lee's eyes were no longer on her. His expression was intense, and he had his narrowed gaze locked on something she obviously couldn't see with her human eyes. A chill ran over her skin, goosebumps traveling over her arms. One hand reached behind her back to clutch at her sword in case whatever THAT was wasn't friendly. She followed his gaze, seeing nothing in the surrounding forest. The thick trees were silent and still. Her eyes returned to him.

"Marshall?" she ventured softly. No answer. Her foot took one cautious step toward him…

And just like that, the spell broke. Fionna was back in the Dark Forest with her vampire bud, and somehow, the area was less dangerous. He glanced down to her, and she could suddenly breathe again. "Yeah, Fi?"

Crossing her arms over her chest to calm her nerves, she stated, "I want to get out of this forest."

He ran his fingers through his ink-black hair. "Yeah. I think I do too, man." His feet touched the ground next to her, and he said, "I'm over it."

Fionna took the hint and, gathering up her resolve because flying did make her nervous, wrapped her arms around his neck. His hand went under her knees to lift her bridal-style, and she had just enough time to clutch onto his plaid shirt before they were lifted up.

The gust of air tangled against her hair and took her breath away as they climbed higher. They moved fast through the tree limbs with Marshall somehow managing to dodge each obstacle in his path. "Hold on, kid," he stated, and she obediently closed her eyes, tightening her grip around his neck. In an instant, they burst free of the forest, snapping the thin branches near the treetops and soaring into the open skies.

Sensing it was safe, Fionna turned to look down at the Dark Forest fading into the distance. She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding and leaned her head against Marshall's shoulder. The coolness of his skin was noticeable even through the layers of clothing he was wearing. This, combined with the chill of the night air, caused a shiver to flutter over her body.

Marshall Lee glanced down at her, noticing the way the gunk from her clothing was getting all over his favorite clothes. "Geez, you smell like a troll vomited its guts on you. No wonder a monster hasn't devoured you yet."

Her face turned a delightful shade of red, and Marshall couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or annoyance. "Only cause I was fighting the bad guy and saving the day. You could have helped, dude."

"Nope. A piece of fancy paper isn't worth ruining my stylin' clothes over."

But carrying her home was?

She dropped the subject and instead focused on facing her fears of the undead's method of travel. After all these years, she thought she would have been used to it. After all, Marshall had never dropped her before, and he had escorted her off into the skies many times. It was just the thought that one tiny slip up, a movement of the hands or a simple turn of the body could send her plummeting to her doom below. Of course, if on the off-chance that happened, she was pretty sure Marshall could and was willing to catch her before she hit the ground. Years ago when both her and Cake fell from a mountaintop, he easily caught the two and drifted them to safety. Still, the idea scared her, so she tried not to think about it. At least she wasn't facing her fear of water…

And with that thought, she realized they were flying over a large open lake. Of course. Something inside her snapped, and she panicked. Staring in horror at the waters beneath them, she blindly began grasping for anything she could get her hands on- the neck of his axe-bass, for example, or the collar of his shirt.

"Relax, Fionna, I've got you," Marshall said, struggling to keep hold of the wiggling adventuress in his arms. When one of her hands grabbed one of his rather sensitive pointed ears and tugged it roughly, he let out a snake-like hiss and let her body drop, catching hold of both her hands before she plummeted to the lake below.

With wide, panicked eyes, she stared up at the floating boy above her, who looked a little too self-satisfied about their current predicament. "You do need a bath, Fi," he stated. "I'd be doing you a favor."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" he grinned, giving her a glimpse of one fang against his lip.

She scrunched up her nose and glared harder, promising in her head an assortment of cruel and unusual punishments if he let her slip a fraction of an inch further.

Pulling her up into the air, he easily brought one hand under her knees and the other behind her back and caught her effortlessly.

Even after landing in the safety of his arms, her glare didn't lighten up. "You suck, Marshall Lee."

"Duh. Vampire."

With a roll of the eyes, she turned to see where they were headed. Over the horizon, the dim lights of the Candy Kingdom glowed, casting the surrounding sky in a tint of cotton candy pink. It was a direct contrast to the dark, dangerous forest they had just emerged from- The world that Marshall felt so comfortable in. With a sigh, she once again leaned her head against his shoulder and stared at the beauty of the kingdom in the distance where her other royal friend lived. It was late, so Gumball would be asleep already. His empire was so powerful and obvious. Yet again, she wondered where Marshall's kingdom was.

She turned her head back to the undead teen, taking in his face in the light of the moon. A few weeks ago, she had been at one of his rock concerts and heard a few of the wilder demon girls talking about how attractive he was and how they would loooovee to take him home. It would be a lie if Fionna said that she didn't get some small enjoyment at their surprised faces when Marshall walked up to her after the show to asked if she wanted to go chill for a while.

Looking at the thin slope of his nose, the curve of his cheekbones, and the forever youthful features of his face, she admitted that they were right; Marshall Lee was an attractive guy. And then, as though betrayed by her thoughts, a deep blush highlighted her face, and she ducked her head so he wouldn't notice.

This time, her eyes caught the two deep scar bitemarks on the side of his neck. After all their time together, he had never once told her how he got those scars. Was he born a vampire, and those were just wounds from a battle with another vampire? Or was he changed? If he was changed, what was he before, and how did his mom fit into the equation?

Maybe one day she'd just straight up ask him.

Before long, Marshall landed effortlessly at her front door and sat the young adventuress' feet onto the ground. She scooted her dark blue miniskirt further down her thighs where it had ridden up during the flight before standing straight. "Thanks, Marshall."

"Not a problem." He crossed his arms over his chest. The attempt to look cool and nonchalant failed slightly due to the faint stains across the front of his shirt. "If you're looking for something to do tomorrow, you could swing by my place. We could play some music, smash some pixies, terrorize Gumball. I don't have any plans."

"Sounds algebraic, dude. I'll have to see if the Ice Queen will give me a day off first though." Tomorrow was a Monday. Ice Queen loooved kidnapping princes on Mondays.

As Fionna stepped into her house and started to close the door, a red tennis shoe blocked the way. Surprised, she looked up to see Marshall still standing in the doorframe, appearing oddly serious.

"Hey, Fi?" Was that a hint of concern she registered in his voice? Her eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Don't go into the Dark Forest alone again, okay?"

Before she could answer, Marshall floated into the air and winked at her, back to his normal self. He raised two fingers in the eternal "rock on" gesture, and flew backwards into the sky.

For a moment, Fionna didn't move from her spot in the doorway. What was that about? It occurred to her that maybe Marshall had stuck with her in the Forest because there was something dangerous out there. With a huff, she slammed the front door shut. She was Fionna the Human, Adventuress and Heroine of Aaa! She could take care of herself.

Next Chapter: Horror Movie Interlude
I typically don't write fanfics, so this is a new experience to me. I'm a bit rubbish at borrowing other people's characters and writing their personalities, but I figured I'd give it a try nonetheless. This is kind-of my own take on Adventure Time, and I may have a few details wrong. If so, forgive me. If people like the story, I'll continue it, so leave me a review! I already know where I want the story to go, it's just a matter of writing it. As always, Adventure Time belongs to the fantastic Pendleton Ward and Cartoon Network.

This story will eventually feature some blood, gore, and suggestive themes, so just a fair warning.

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Boy: I think I'm falling in love with you, baby girl.

Girl: I've been waiting for you to say that for years.

Boy: and why is that?

Girl: Because I've always been yours.
:heart: Guess who? <3 :D
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Also of the Third Kindred, were they,
And deep their loyalty to their King;
When, during the Great Journey, he mysteriously vanished,
Mournful songs for him they did sing.

When the others continued West, they refused to go on,
Still loyal to their lord, they determined to await him.
So when their Kindred departed, they remained behind,
And called themselves the Forsaken.

Their long vigil rewarded when at last did their King return,
A beautiful Queen at his side;
Now tallest of Firstborn was he, and silver of hair;
And glorious was the light of wisdom in his bride’s eyes.

Great was the peoples’ joy; for no longer forsaken!
And content to dwell beneath the stars, People of Twilight,
Named the Grey Ones, in honor of their High King;
For over 3000 years did he reign in great might.

The greatest of Firstborn in the mortal lands,
Were those who were called the Grey.
Mighty were they, and vast their realm,
The Queen’s Girdle ever held evil at bay.

Lovers of trees were the Grey Ones,
Of great forests their kingdom comprised;
The southern Forest of Oak, where most dwelled,
And the Forest of Beech- loveliest of woods- besides.

The Thousand Caves was their chief city,
A living forest of stone, gold, silver and wooden beam.
Filled with lanterns, fountains and tapestries,
A more beautiful kingdom Middle Earth has never seen.
Now for the Sindar

The Sindar were originallyTeleri kindred and their king was Elwe, later called Thingol.

During the Great Journey, Elwe encountered the Maia Melian and fell into a deep spell of love.
His people searched for him for years without sucess.

Finally some of them, under the leadership of his brother Olwe, gave up and resumed their journey.
Others however refused to give up and continued to wait for Elwe.

Years later Elwe returned with Melian. He took the name Thingol (Grey Mantle) and his people became the Sindaror Grey Elves)

The Sindar established the forest kingdom of Doriath. Their
capital was the magnigicant underground city of Menegroth
which means 1000 caves.

Later on during the Second Age some Sindar nobles established other kingdoms. Galadriel's husband Celeborn
was a Sindar and together the two of them eventually
came to rule Lothlorien.

Another Sindar noble established a kingdom in Mirkwood.
He was the grandfather of Legolas.
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I feel like a double
exposure –

transparent emotions
hashed one on top of the
other.


    It’s confusing to look at,
    isn’t it?

    I feel confused.





Two of the same face at
different angles,
too many limbs
to count –


this picture of me

isn’t fit for human
eyes.
It's been a while.
I'm sorry.

100 themes challenge : LXXXII
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