A Finnceline Valentine StoryFinn is lying on the ground by the tree house staring at the sky. Winter has finally started to break, and the sun is out and very bright. It’s even pretty warm! As he watches a few clouds float by, Jake comes running up. He has a book in his hand and a big grin on his face. “Dude! Check out this book I got from the library! It talks about an old holiday, and Lady Rainicorn and I were following the blueprint.” Finn takes the book out of his hand and reads the title, ‘The Story of Valentine’s Day.’A Finnceline Valentine Story3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Finn says, “So, what’s it all about?” Jake replies, “Back before the Mushroom War, people that loved and like-liked each other would make fancy cards for each other, give them to each other and then go make out.” Finn looks at Jake with a stern look. Jake blushes, and then gets a sheepish grin on his face and says, “Well, Lady Rainicorn and I made up the making out part…” Finn sighs and looks at the ground. &
Marcelee TimeChappie Three!Marcelee TimeMarcelee TimeChappie Three!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I has not owned Adventure Home and never will own it... That sentence had bad grammar... This is a MarcyxML, FinnxFionna, and PBxPG fic.
Oh, and one more thing! I'm super sorry for not updating, I just had school and stuff. But luckily, I'm on vacation, yay! Enjoy the fic.~
Flame Princess POV
The party at Marceline's was fun, but I couldn't help thinking about Finn. He was with another girl at the party and... It doesn't matter anyway, we aren't together anymore. I have Flame Prince. He's mine. Anyone wanna disagree?
Princess Bubblegum POV
I sat to my old picture of me as a thirteen-year-old with Finn and started mixing chemicals.
"Oh, Bonnibel!~" Oh, cabbage it's Gumball! Gotta hide! I ran to my room and locked the door. But apparently, Gumball saw me and started knocking on my door softly. "PB, come on, why are you acting like this? It was just one night!" He said desperately.
"No! I don't wanna look at you! And spin the bottle is overrate
Marcelee Time!A Marcelee StoryMarcelee Time!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I do not ownz Adventure Time!
How long has it been since I last dated a guy? A year? Two? Ugh, I need to get out more. But there aren't many guys in Ooo. How will find him? Who will he be? I looked out my window and saw Finn and Jake running towards my house. I went to the door and opened it.
RING RING RING!
"Finn, stop ringing the doorbell. I'm here, what do you want?"
"Whoa, Marceline what are you wearing?" I looked down to see my red bathrobe and my gray shirt, along with my dark gray sweatpants.
"What are you here for? Except to criticize my choice of clothing?"
"Bubblegum said something about the dimension ripple junk thing being broken and something's gonna happen today!"
"Like what, Finn? Wait, did you say our dimension is broken?!"
"Uhh, I didn't catch the whole thing, it was too sciency to understand."
"Well, if you don't know, then why- aaugh!" I felt a body collapse on mine, and I got up to see a guy.
Marshall Lee POV
Ugh, I feel ter
Patch Ups - Fiolee Oneshot"Okay, this is going to sting little bit, so just stay still, and -"Patch Ups - Fiolee Oneshot4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I know dude, but seriously..."
"Fi, will you just chill out!"
"Oh my glob, OWWWW!"
"For a girl that is spoken of so highly as the badass human Adventuress of Aaa, you're kind of a wimp when it comes to pain."
"Shut up Marsh, you sleep with a nightlight..."
"... That doesn't even have to do with anything!" Fionna glared at him with a mocking grin. "Point made. Now I'll feel less bad for making your skin burn." Marshall Lee told her as he zeroed in on a huge scrape on Fionna's shoulder. "Now be quiet, I need to make sure I get all the dirt out so this won't get infected."
Fionna bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. "I hate post-battle patch ups."
Marshall Lee laughed and dabbed her skin with the disinfectant solution. "Yeah, but that's price you pay for launching yourself into a fight uninvited." He glared at her.
"I was trying to help!" She said exasperatedly and threw her hands on the ground. "I though
Marcelee Time Chapter 4!Marcelee Time Chapter 4!Marcelee Time Chapter 4!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Me: I don't own Adventure Time... Nor do I own Adventure Home. Sorry, typo in my last chapter. I was super out of it that day.
Marshall Lee: I'd say you're out of it almost every day.
Me: *Glares*I don't own Christina Perri or any of her songs either. So... Now READ OR DIE.
Whoa, PB looks pissed... I hope she doesn't stay that way.
"Hey, aren't those guys talking to Bonnibel ML and Finn?" Fi glanced over from her masterpiece and made a surprised face.
"Yeah, I thought PB wanted no guys at the beach with us..."
"I know, but she's talking to two." I carried her by her arms and floated
A Marcelee StoryChapter 2!A Marcelee StoryA Marcelee StoryChapter 2!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I don't own Andventure Time. Never have, never will. Sadly. (Yes, I know the title's corny.)
It was my turn to spin the bottle, and I was nervous. And yes, it is super hard to believe, but I haven't had my first kiss yet. After 1000 years... I'm pathetic. Let's just go with this, no girl was worth all this sexiness, mostly because I've only dated four girls. -_-; Yeah, I'll just say the first part. I spun it and it landed on two knee-high black converse.
The bottle landed on me. I blushed, looked at the bottle, then looked at him. He looked flustered and was playing with his black studded bracelet.
"Kiss her!" Then I started hearing chanting from the other room. I guess everyone else was watching us. How did they know about this room and I didn't?
Tomboys and boys beware: this part is girly. But I suggest reading it if you wanna hear about it.
"FINE!" He flew over to me, grabbed my chin and kissed me.
Marcelee Time, Chapter 1!A Marcelee StoryMarcelee Time, Chapter 1!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I has not and never wills own Adventure Time. Ever.
Yes, I decided to continue this story. ^-^ But you already knew that, didn't you?
She was just floating there, staring at me. I thought she would freak out more than she did in spider beast form. I probably looked like crap. I didn't wanna look like this in front of a girl. Even in front of another vampire, I didn't want her to think I was a slob... So I told her I was going to change.
"Um, where are you gonna change exactly?"
"The portal thingie is still open, so I'll change my room."
"Oh, okay. Then I guess I'll go get changed then...?" And she floated to my- I mean her room, her long black hair flowing behind her. I floated up to the blood-red portal then I shuffled through my dresser. I came across my red flannel shirt and put it on. I came out and I heard giggling.
"What's so funny?" I turned my head to see Marceline and Fionna laughing uncontollably.
"What? What are you laughing at?"
Como es BMO para mi:Como es BMO para mi:2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Es una chica joven de 13 años. Amiga de Fiona. La ayudara sabiamente con sus problemas de amor.
Parece ser inmadura, pero a veces es más madura de lo que podría ser cualquier “anciano”.
Le gusta estar constantemente escuchando música con su MP3, con audífonos (claro), es sumamente inteligente y bella. Le gusta el alboroto, pero es muy buena tomando decisiones. Es rica y suele estar un poco abandona por sus padres, pero siempre esta su tía que la cuida como si fuera hija suya. ¿Cómo es BMO?:
De cabello negro que llega apenas un poco más abajo de sus hombros, con el flequillo teñido de turquesa. Suele usar dos coletas a los costados de su cabeza, ya que le resultan prácticos y tiene ojos grises que siempre consiguen cautivar a la gente. Es delgada, tiene poco pecho por su poca edad, pero se espera de ella algunos cambios para cuando crezca. Tiene muy buen gusto de la ropa, y sus decisiones dejaran a
my bones awashed on the shorejonah was a man made up ofmy bones awashed on the shore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
salt and stone and pieces
of driftwood he found carved with
hearts and letters of teenage boys'
and girls' names. he was
more than his chicken leg bones and
sagging skin, and the neighborhood
kids thought he was the
ghost of ol' samson, but he was just
ninety-eight and pushing it.
jonah was a man who liked
to wear his mother's curtains as clothes
and used moth-eaten tablecloths
as blankets during the chilly nights.
he had this kind of gleam in his
old, dull gray eyes. he thought he'd
build himself a boat and
set it on the ocean and maybe he would
find someone out there.
jonah didn't quite know who he was, yet.
the neighborhood wives that
brought him home-cooked dishes in big
pans to eat always told him
that he was no longer sane.
but jonah said that sometimes
sanity had less to do with the mind and
more to do with the people.
and on a warm tuesday,
he draped his mother's old tablecloth
around his shoulders and
bundled up in a curtain, left h
.fists.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clench; i brush my
my sleeve, then
Defying FateI grasp Fate by his throat,Defying Fate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scold him for walking uninvited into my home.
I empty the pockets
of his worn out coat
and the happiness of a city,
scatters across my kitchen's floor.
"Aren't you ashamed?
You steal our dreams,
our long awaited goals,
the hope, the memories,
the fleeting I love you's,
and a newborn's first yawn.
Give it back to the people!
That's not what they had planned at all!"
He's old and weary, yet he smiles,
words form in a soft tone,
a total contrast to my screaming voice.
"Oh, but I am a servant of Time,
I can't bring back what's lost,
some dreams are meant to be stolen,
they're too grand to come true."
He twitches when he sees my gun,
a little revolver I load and aim to my skull.
"My dreams are mine you can't steal them tonight,
I'm not a puppet in your parade,
I'll not be driven by your strings and galore,
It's my life and I choose to defy!"
It doesn't even hurt when my blood spatters to the floor.
Identityi am aIdentity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
addicted to words
the taste of summer
holding hands into the nightThe starships align in a billowing constellation of gravity and shimmer down on the firefly-studded cities below.holding hands into the night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rain brings sweet whispers of hushed voices in the night, when the tires squeal against oil and someone realizes that they love someone, too.
There's a day when the cacophony of chitchat is cloaked in chocolate and lined in velvet, and nights are reserved for twilight-soaked kisses and blooming roses.
little girls wash their faces of innocence and swipe on glittery lipgloss, while the older sit in their car, swabbing mascara over their eyelashes and praying to someone that they'll be picked. something waiting in their locker. doe-eyed as if someone plucked the stars from the sky and stuck them in their pupils.
Puppy love fires its tinted arrow at unsuspecting teens, and does away with stereotypes in favor of scarlet and magenta wishes. Smoke and mirrors pirouette around the world, as one person after another come down with a case of heavy crushes.
but it's not like ther
A Shared DreamA Shared DreamA Shared Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where will you be
when the day slips
into the arms of
where i always
seem to be;
between my rooftop
and the sky,
the velvet overflow
if you are close
to share this
I’m floating right on the edge,
Yearning for our sweet velvet concoction of reality,
With the vision walls lined with burgundy
I still hover over the subconscious,
But not there completely…
I’m still encased in black with golden specks,
Desperately seeking, reaching,
For this dream to drown me.
pulls me up
weightless i glide
swimming in the wake
of diamond tailed fishes
that lead me on,
i will find you
on the edge
of our shared
for i can feel you;
your searching hands
a translucent pane,
its kaleidoscope refraction
waiting to be punctured
by the meeting
of our outstretched
It's not hatred, it's incredulity.when i was ten years old myIt's not hatred, it's incredulity.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
teacher asked the class,
"if you were god, what would
and i remember
biting my lip so hard
that it bled. carefully,
i wrote about
how i would teach
kids from an early age on how to
love yourself and no one
else and that there is no such thing as
an almighty power that will pity
you and answer your desperate prayers
at three a.m. because you're the only one
who has that kind of control.
when i handed it in she just looked
at me like i was the
her child's bed. the next day i
was sitting in her office wondering
why it was so wrong to
talk about what's in your heart at a catholic
school when that's what the priest tells
you to do at every sunday mass and
the teacher asked me
another question, "do you
hate god?" and i
wanted to scream "yes, yes!" because
how can a god let the world
slip through their fingers like this one has?
but instead i answered,
"no. i just don't think there is one."
and sat in the chair,
staring at the cross on t
FavorFavor1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Of all the time in the world, Hiccup just had to stop by Arendelle for a visit. Well, this wasn't the first time they've met actually. Jack had met him in his earlier years as a young warrior-in-training, during the global tooth race when he was still the scrawny, unpopular teenager. The poor guy was asleep over his wooden table of disarrayed papers, books, and pencils scattered about the furniture. The kid, at least, remembered to hide his missing tooth underneath his pillow that night. It was the way he exemplified himself that caught Jack's attention and had him fly back occasionally to watch him thrive to become a great dragon trainer. Who do you think blew away his instructions during their first flight? He knew very well of the amount of intelligence the boy harbored, and he needed to trust what he could do.
It was only after meeting Elsa did Jack know about their relationship with one another. "Family acquaintances," Elsa would explain to Jack during his first mention, tw
SkinsSkinny girl with distant eyesSkins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Living in abusive relationships
With the scale on the bath room tiles
Too fragile for this world
She hides behind bright smiles
Telling all her pretty lies
Reckless boy with broken boundaries
Lights a joint to smoke the pain away
Shoots another vain so his sanity won't stay
Soaring high above the world
Forgetting how to cry
They all say he's just another junkie
But no one asks him why
But beneath these skins
We're lonely homesick children
Lost in a world spinning out of control
Screaming constantly in vain
Never able to point when someone asks
Where is the pain?
Pale girl so far away
Fighting a war all alone
Only kept company by a piece of metal
Every morning she steps a little closer
To giving up this hopeless fight
But no one seems to realize
She might not make it home tonight
Fooled by her long sleeves
And all her pretty smiles
Lonely boy keeping to himself
Depression lingers in his eyes
So he hides away in different worlds
Of brave warriors and
DespotismDespotismDespotism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she is a bird sitting, teetering on
a power line because
one way or another, she figures
the best way to end
is a big bang.
He is a fish swimming, traversing along,
Against the crashing tide because
He figures he can defy the law one or way or another,
And the best way to begin
Is to finish the end
Before he's stuck in her talons.
though she is made of feathers
and bones and she is still weightless enough
to take to the currents of air,
she is powerless
against the waves his actions
make, and she is so easily swept away that
she thinks her body might as well
be made of stones.
He could tell she was astounded by his ocean,
By the place he calls home to.
He welcomed her to the lowest depths of it,
She couldn't resist the deepest blue of the marine,
Nor the glitter of his fishscale,
And the place he called heaven,
Eventually became this bird's hell.
her eyes were always the
size of jupiter when he was around
because she was fascinated with
the way he move
The Cutters LullabyGo to sleep and close your eyesThe Cutters Lullaby3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wing against a thorn
You know the pain that they endured.
Silver metal shine so bright
Scarlet blood that feals so right
Dream of that blood trickling down
And wake up just before you drown
The moonlight shining off your tears
As you bleed out your worst fears
So tonight when you start to cry
Whisper the Cutters Lullaby:
Husha bye baby
Your almost dead
you dont have a pulse
and your pillow is red
your family hates you
your friends let you bleed
sleep tight with a knife cuz its all that you need
Rocka bye baby
Broken and scarred
you didnt know life would be this hard
Time to show the pain
You hid so well
And down you'll come baby
Straight back to hell
From Mia, With Lovelast night i caught her with a finger so far down the back of her throat,From Mia, With Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she pulled up her thoughts
into all the water
a refraction of light &
suspended until suddenly all the water in her head sloshes
(a faint inner ripple
as the pain leaks out her ears, her nose)
she was gasping to throw herself onto the next comma
she sinks or swims [the cliche, a baracuda, drags her down]
but if this was a love song
she'd hate it
because she's already written 46 on her hand
to remind herself she's only human & a weak gag reflex runs in her family
so walk straight in, my love
& sink to the bottom
six feet under these bulimic stars
and i am a poemi think that her scarsand i am a poem2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
are more like words than they are
old flesh- she is prose.
Her Hysteric Obsessioni've ripped off my scars &Her Hysteric Obsession2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
plastered them amongst the sky
because you didn't believe i was
insane enough to love you.
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,Eye of the Storm2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.