Teenager Time|Adventure Time Rp| Open and accepting

[Evil Muffin Overlord]

(well thats what happens when you don't let him eat the cake, benji)

Marshall gave Annabelle a questioning look before glancing up as his phone was offered to him. "Oh, yep. Thanks babe." He said jokingly and took it from the pink-haired teen, bouncing over to the dessert table like an excited child. "Can i have some now? Pleeeeaaaase?"

(Benjamin, don't let any more muffins be sacrificed, let Marsh eat the caaaaaaake! ;A;
And Todd, I think Casie and Cece are at one of the food tables, you could talk to them. They need some more friends. XD)

Benjamin rolled his eyes, and put his hand down. "You're welcome, dear." He said, joking back. He realized Elly had already bailed, and Marsh was practically drooling over the cake. He sighed. The cake was supposed to be for dessert, but Marsh hadn't eaten very much lunch, and the red cake was technically for him... Hm... "Yeah, I guess you can, but only a slice, okay?" Ben said, acting harsh, but with a light tone in his voice. Then he looked around the room. "When's the party gonna start? Are there really still people coming?" He asked, hardly believing that the people already there weren't the only ones.

Marsh wrapped his arms around Benji in a hug from behind, resting his chin on top of the smaller boys head and making a happy humming sound. "Thaaaank you, Gumgum." he let go quickly and pounced on the cake, cutting off a slice and placing it on a plate. The delicious looking food made his stomach give a funny little gurgle. The vampire scooped up his plate and hopped off to the corner of the room.

(How many people are at the party?)

(Whoah, haven't been on in AGES... D:)

Benjamin rolled his eyes up at Marshall. "You're welcome Marshall, but that's all you get until after we eat the real food, okay? Other people like my cakes too!" He laughed, watching the other boy walk off to the corner of the room.

[Winchester..]

(Beautiful people, I adore every single one of you, but...
I fear I may have to quit. It just isn't....interesting to me anymore, and I'm not trying to be mean
I love all of you, so you should totally pm me if you still wanna rp? Maybe we could make a 1x1.
I'm in almost every fandom, so it shouldn't prove to be that hard.
I enjoyed my time with this rp, I just think I'm not enjoying it as much as I once had.)

[lavender & lilac;;]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOkay. Its up to you Winnie. But your welcome back whenever. if you do wanna rp again, just,lemme know! And happy late birthday again.))

[lavender & lilac;;]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOkay. Its up to you Winnie. But your welcome back whenever. if you do wanna rp again, just,lemme know! And happy late birthday again.))

[Todd.]

"Tabs? Sounds cool" he chuckled. For a moment Christopher frowned at her hand, but then just grabbed it on a shake, "nice to meet you, Tabs" he smiled softly and looked around.

[Silenced Screams]

((I really hate to see you go T_T PM ME IF YOU WANT TO RP!! ))

Annabelle~
I shugged, looking up to him, "Better than being at home." I said honestly. I felt like I didn't quite belong here just yet, but I already fit in more than at home.

[lavender & lilac;;]

Tabitha smiled, then turned his outstretched hand in hers, so his palm was facing up. She quickly read it, then gave a satisfied smile. She then looked reassuringly at Christopher and explained, "Don't mind me, I'm just the gypsy from New Orleans.

Elliott nodded, "I'm kinda the black sheep in my family, too."

((So. Who wants to write a book with me? It shall be based off of this role play with minor changes. Like to names. So we don't get sued by Pendleton ward. ))

[Silenced Screams]

Annabelle~
I let out a short laugh, "I guess in my case I'm the white sheep in a black sheep family."

[Todd.]

Christophe rose an eyebrow at her, "and did you see anything good on my hand?" He questioned trying to understand anything on his hand with a slight curious frown.

((I'd love to but I don't have time >.<))

[bee]

ＭＡＲＳＨＡＬＬ ＬＥＥ
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
Sorry I don’t treat you like a god,
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don’t treat you like you’re perfect,
Like all your little loyal subjects do.

Marshall decided it was far enough away from the others. He turned like he was looking at the stage, raised the cake to his mouth, and started to drain the red dye from it. It tasted like the color red, which he'd only discovered since turning into a vampire, with a hint of cake, of course. Candy was his favorite, next to apples and strawberries. He tried not to drink blood, though it tasted like the best thing in the world. When he lowered the plate, it was a dull grayish white. Marshall Lee grinned happily, his hunger subsiding.