Our TG Captionpage 7
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Mentally:
Your emotions deepen.
You feel:
? nostalgic
? artistic
? sarcastic
? brave
? hungry (for RED, not blood)
Music becomes your first language.
Pain becomes poetry.
Love becomes something you protect fiercely.
You also get that unmistakable “I’m gonna mess with you but in a fun way” attitude that Marceline radiates.
Physically:
You feel weightless — gravity is a suggestion at best.
Your voice becomes smooth, husky, musical.
Your fangs peek out when you smirk.
Your fingers itch to play a song.
Your shadow stretches behind you in strange, shifting ways.
You don’t walk.
You float.
Bubblegum (PB): crossing her arms but smiling softly
“Marcy… you’re floating around again. Does this mean you’re in a mood?”
You (as Marceline, doing a lazy spin in midair):
“Maybe.
Maybe not.
Maybe I just like showing off.”
PB: raising an eyebrow
“You always like showing off.”
You (Marceline, grin widening, fangs glinting):
“Only for you, Bonnibel.”
PB: pink blush creeping in
“Marcy…”
You (Marceline, flipping your hair and strumming your bass):
“C’mon, Peebs. Let me play you a song.”
The room darkens in a soft, warm way as your guitar glows red —
you are fully transformed into Marceline the Vampire Queen, ruler of shadows and music.
Your emotions deepen.
You feel:
? nostalgic
? artistic
? sarcastic
? brave
? hungry (for RED, not blood)
Music becomes your first language.
Pain becomes poetry.
Love becomes something you protect fiercely.
You also get that unmistakable “I’m gonna mess with you but in a fun way” attitude that Marceline radiates.
Physically:
You feel weightless — gravity is a suggestion at best.
Your voice becomes smooth, husky, musical.
Your fangs peek out when you smirk.
Your fingers itch to play a song.
Your shadow stretches behind you in strange, shifting ways.
You don’t walk.
You float.
Bubblegum (PB): crossing her arms but smiling softly
“Marcy… you’re floating around again. Does this mean you’re in a mood?”
You (as Marceline, doing a lazy spin in midair):
“Maybe.
Maybe not.
Maybe I just like showing off.”
PB: raising an eyebrow
“You always like showing off.”
You (Marceline, grin widening, fangs glinting):
“Only for you, Bonnibel.”
PB: pink blush creeping in
“Marcy…”
You (Marceline, flipping your hair and strumming your bass):
“C’mon, Peebs. Let me play you a song.”
The room darkens in a soft, warm way as your guitar glows red —
you are fully transformed into Marceline the Vampire Queen, ruler of shadows and music.
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