Intriguing. A thread to rank my characters, you say? I love all of my various children, but I suppose that I do play favorites just like any abusive mother. Perhaps I can share this favoritism among the site at large... I will be doing this in an unusual format. Each of my rankings and their explana...

Marceline began to laugh. Or she tried to, anyway. She managed to let out one singular chuckle before the pain in her chest flared again, turning her would-be laughter into a wheeze and a short coughing fit. When it finished, and the pain began to subside again, she spoke once more. "That makes...

Marceline didn't struggle as Marco took away her weapons. There was no hope left for her—she had lost so much blood already—so harming him as some kind of last gasp ploy of vengeance didn't do her any favors. All she could do now was to try to come to terms with encroaching oblivion, and allow him t...

His explanation made sense, in its own way. He wanted to be the sole survivor, just like she had wanted to before this happened. He didn't want to have to live the rest of his days with the memories of all the suffering. She had her own burdens like that, with all the broken bodies that she had left...

Marceline didn't understand. In her wildest dreams, she never could have imagined this encounter going like this. She hadn't given much thought to the idea that Marco would be the one to kill her, but she expected that if he had managed it, then he would want to make her hurt. Just like how she had ...

The bolt that struck Marceline in the chest sent a shock wave reverberating throughout her body, followed by an explosion of abject agony, the worst pain she had ever felt in her entire life. She immediately toppled over, the sudden pain and shock overcoming her already tenuous balance, her head sma...

Leave her stuff behind? Who exactly did he think that he was speaking to? Was he aware of everything she had gone through to get these weapons? She had earned each and every one of them all through the shedding of blood and sharing of misery. All of them belonged to her, not to him. To allow them to...

Marceline knew that it was only a matter of time before karma would finally catch up to her. She had been dreading it all this time, wondering when it would finally come to make her pay the moral debt that she owed. Whether it be now or years down the line, she knew that it would come to collect, ev...

(( Marceline did not stray very far, after she left Diego behind. )) After she had separated from the boy, she had watched herself wander away from the gardens in a daze, going in no particular direction. She had just wanted to get away, like she always had when tragedy struck. She ended up wanderin...

Marceline felt the hurt in Diego's voice, the desperation in his pleas. She knew what he was feeling, how much he wanted her to stay. Not because of Blaise like he claimed, but because he had clearly gained some strange fondness for her, for reasons that she couldn't possibly fathom. Maybe it was fo...

Marceline had needed a hug. She had needed a hug for a long, long time. All the people she would have wanted to hug the most were gone, now. Diego was the only person that she could even remotely call a friend left. Except he wasn't a friend, not really. They had shared a few conversations, and had ...

A voice stirred Marceline from her stupor. Her sobbing ceased as she looked up at Diego, silently taking him in as they both stood underneath the unrelenting downpour. She opened her mouth as if to speak, only to close it and look away from him. She frowned and shook her head, as if she was mad at h...

Kelly came and went with Marceline only dimly aware of her presence, too focused on the dying Roxanne for her to notice or care. When Roxanne's breathing finally stopped, Marceline remained, only ceasing her gentle caressing of her friend's face. She did not move out of the rain and mud. Instead, sh...

It was only in the immediate aftermath, when Roxanne's blood started spilling out of her in horrifying volume, that Marceline finally realized what she just did. Roxanne was dying, fast. She hadn't wanted this, she couldn't go through this again. Regret followed quickly in the wake of Marceline's at...