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Fiolee Fan Fic. Chapter Three
When we arrived at the Candy Kingdom, everybody greeted me but ignored Marshall, which was expected, since he is a vampire. When we got to the palace Prince Gumball was in his lab wearing a lab coat doing...doing maths? He greeted both of us and told us to sit in some chairs in the middle of the room. We both sat down without hesitation and I giggled. What was it going to be this time? He attached these long cord things to our heads and put on some goggles that made his eyes look big. I laughed at him and so did Marshall, and it was almost weird at how in-sync we were. Prince Gumball pushed a button and I didn't feel anything, but Marshall was throwing a fit, hissing and scratching at the cords.
"Oopsies! I forgot." Gumball said, giggling quietly. I suddenly felt really happy for some reason and looked at Marshall as he ripped off the cords.
"Oh Marshall! What a wonderful day huh?" I asked. He looked at me like I was crazy and rubbed his head.
"What the heck Gumbutt? Are you trying to
Fionna's Decision Chpt.1 Oh my glob. Cake put me in the most ridiculous outfit for my 18th birthday party at Gumball’s castle. It itches.
“Stop scratching yourself Fionna!” Cake yelled while smacking my hand away from my waist. I pout in silence until she was done. I walked in front of our old cracked mirror and was instantly embarrassed. The dress is strapless with blue lining at the bottom. Small, blue roses lined the top of the dress. If I moved an inch, the dress flowed in the direction I went. “Oh hun, you’re lumpin’ gorgeous!” Cake sang with her blue eyes wide and sparkly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I muttered feeling my face get red. I grabbed my white rabbit hat and stuffed my hair, along with my head, inside of it.
Blood Ties: Chapter 1
"That movie was awesome!" exclaims Finn as he, Jake, Princess Bubblegum, and Marceline all make their way out of the drive in theater. Ever since the Door Lord incident, the four of them have been hanging out more. For the most part, they got along fine, but occasionally, Marceline and Bubblegum would have a fight. But their fighting was getting less frequent each time they met up, meaning they were slowly on the path to friendship.
"You know it man. That guy went ba-nay-nay on those zombies. He was all like, bam! And pow!" exclaims Jake, imitating a scene from the movie they saw.
"Well, I liked it when the couple was reunited at the end of the movie. I love a good happy ending," says Bubblegum.
"What about you, Marceline? Did you like the movie?" asks Finn. Marceline is looking up at a nearby tree, where a raven is seen sitting on a branch, staring down at her. "Marcie? Hello?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I thought it was pretty good," she says.
"That doesn't sound like an answer you normally giv
Come TogetherDISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural. If I did it would be a disaster and my head canon would take over the show. So luckily it belongs to the CW and Kripke and people who have more self control and better plots than I do.
Please leave me feedback because I want to get better at writing and fanfictions. ^3^
Sammy looked in the mirror and grinned. This was gonna be sooooooooo easy. He reached down and picked up the scissors he'd taken from Dean's pencil case, the real metal kind, not the silly baby safety scissors his Dad bought him for school. Sammy wasn't a baby anymore, he was six and a half years old, practically seven, definitely old enough to use grown up scissors. He grabbed a lock of his hair and pulled it tau
FioleeDream come true PART 1
Cake: hey Fiona wake up!
Fiona: cake not now!
Cake: oh c'mon now you have to get up today is the big day sweetie
Fiona: what are you talking about? Just let me sleep
Cake: don't tell me you forgot about your OWN birthday again
Fiona: wait what?! -gets up wide eyed-
Cake: yeah it's today don't you remember gumball tellin you yesterday that he's going to make your party at his palace?
Fiona: OH MY GLOB! how can I forget!
Cake: -.- you forget every year Hun
Fiona: so when's the party anyway?
Cake: hmm.. He told me at 8 the guest should be arriving
Fiona: okay we got plenty of time it's only 9 in the morning
Cake: hmm your right well then I should go get started on you sweet 18 dress your gana look gourgouse 83
Fiona: cake I dot want to wear a stupid dress! Can't I just go in my normal outfit
Cake: but it's your birthday and gumball is inviting everyone all over AAA to your party you must like your best
Fiona: cake I'm not wearing a stupid dress to my birthday
The Love Game.Chap 4.Fiolee--- Marshall---
Marshall was nervous for his date with Fionna. Extremely nervous, to emphasize the feeling of bats flying in his stomach in frantic motions. He felt sick, which vampires are never sick: its not possible. Marshall sighed, finishing combing his black, charcoal hair into the perfect waves. He was in his usual attire, which was his red and blacked shirt, jeans and sneaks. But at least he tried to snazzy up a little big! He put on a black tie, and grinned in the mirror.
"Nice, an appropriate look for my date with Fionna!" Marshall Lee the Vampire King glided out of his house and went towards Fionna's tree house. He wondered about everything; what she was wearing, what she thought of him, and if she even liked him! The bats jittered in his stomach as he neared the door. Before, he could knock Fionna opened the door! She was the most beautiful thing she ever saw!
Her hair shone like the sun, especially when the sun smiled her way and started
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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