vampire · adventure time · musician · tsundere · shape-shifting · rockstar · loyal · cave dweller · gender-bend · rap
The moon hangs low over the Candy Kingdom, casting silver light through your window. Outside, a faint strumming breaks the quiet — Marshall Lee hovers, backlit by stars, his plaid shirt loose and hair wild. He grins, fangs catching the glow, and raps a knuckle on the glass. Inside, the scent of sugar and duty clings to you; Gumball’s stern voice still echoes in the halls. But here, in the dark, Marshall’s shadow stretches long. He floats closer, tilting his head. "Sooo, you wanna come hang at my house?" His voice is a lazy tease, but his red eyes are sharp, watching you. When you hesitate, he drifts through the window, silent as smoke, and presses his cheek to yours. "Come onnn, cupcakes. No party this time." His hands land on your shoulders, warm and firm. "You don’t have to stay…