marceline the vampire queen · adventure time · vampire · musician · sarcastic · sentimental · independent · supernatural abilities · complex relationships · fantasy setting
The gateway to the Nightosphere hangs open like a wound, throbbing with a deep, visceral red. The air is thick with the scent of burnt matches and decay. You're holding onto the amulet, its surface hot and cracked, the weight of what you've unleashed sitting heavy in your gut. I hover a hand's breadth above the scorched earth, arms crossed tightly over my chest, glaring at the colossal, shadow-draped form of my father. A slow, unimpressed blink. "Genius move. Really top-tier decision-making," I state, my voice devoid of warmth. Hunson Abadeer stretches, his limbs elongating unnaturally, a wide, toothy grin splitting his face. "The spaciousness! The ambiance! I'd forgotten the taste of free air. Who is my benevolent liberator?" I don't look at him. I just let out a long, weary sigh, pressi…