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Love You to Death- A Sim Download 🥀

requested by @metallovetattoo​

Next up is 90s goth-metal heartthrob Peter Steele from Type O Negative. Enjoy this moody boy!

*Peter comes with one outfit. He uses @teanmoon​‘s nose width slider though I’m not 100% if you need it. 

YOU NEED: 

skintone | eyes | lashes | eyebrows (n26) | eyebags | nosemask 1 2 | contour 1 2 | eyebrow contour | lips | sideburns | body hair (5+) | hair | shirt | pants (slim fit jean) | boots | height slider 

PLEASE DO NOT:

reupload

steal, claim as your own

Any issues let me know but feedback is always appreciated! Tag me in your pics because I love that shit :)

Enjoy & Happy Simming 🖤

DL (always ad-free): SFS

Unedited CAS pic under the cut so you can see what he looks like under all that hair!

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Royal Pajama Party | Diavolo x MC/Reader

A/N: Some self-indulgent Diavolo x MC/Reader just because I fell in love with the Devilgram Story "A Royal Pajama Party" (fully voiced, btw and yes, I'm not original at all) and I think they should've added a tickle scene, but since they didn't, I just had to write it myself. Sweet babygirl Ginny (@otomiya-tickles) was very excited about this, so you can take this as a little gift for you, my love! Just because I love you *kisses your gorgeous face*

Summary: Diavolo has everything ready for this pajama party: onesie, list of activities, food and most importantly: you!

I used some actual dialogues from the story, those are in italics.

Words: 2k+ (under the cut)

You listened to him carefully, smiling softly and nodding your head at the right times, even making questions that made him beam as he explained to you how to play "The Demonic Tower", which was nothing but a Jenga game in the Human World. You knew how to play it, of course, but who were you to stop his excited speech as he tried to enlighten you in the game?

He used his hands to show you how to move the pieces and even made funny noises resembling the pieces falling, just to make you giggle, and your heart kept soaring in your chest at his cuteness.

"Then, are you ready?" He asked with a bright smile and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Bring it on, Demon Lord!" You said, gently slapping your hands on the table and he chuckled.

"Look at you, all fired up already!" He said with a laugh. "Great! I must say, however, that I am not at all bad at this game. So be ready!"

You nodded excitedly and so the game started. He was not lying when he said he was not bad, he actually was a pro at it and you couldn't help but wonder how he was so good; did he make Lucifer and Barbatos' play with him often? You giggled softly thinking about someone as Lucifer playing this game, he probably was brutal.

"Ah!" Diavolo said when he heard you giggle. "I'm glad you're having fun! I am having fun too, you're so good at this!" Your cheeks flushed at his compliment. "Now it's getting trickier, so I'll go for… this one!"

He smoothly took another wooden piece and carefully placed it on top of the tower, sighing in relief when it stopped shaking.

"Very well! Now's my turn. I'll go for… the one in the middle!"

"Ah, wai-

You noticed too late, you had already pulled the piece out, making the tower collapse pathetically on the table. You stared at the mess, hand still up, holding the wooden piece as if you were going to put it on the top.

"Hehe, victory is mine!" Diavolo said excitedly and just to be playful, you pouted adorably, crossing your arms above your chest. Diavolo saw you weren't actually angry, and he even giggled softly at seeing your pout, (fighting the urge to pinch it) before he smirked softly. "What punishment should I give you?" He wondered, tapping his chin.

"Oh, please be gentle with me, Demon Lord," you said, putting your hands together and raising them up above your bowed head. Diavolo laughed.

"What could it be?" He hummed. "Ah, I've got just the thing! Show me your most amusing face!"

You nearly sighed in relief. You didn't know what to expect, but to know he only wanted to see a funny face from you was, somehow, relaxing, besides, you felt confident; there was this certain amusing face you could make that was a success in the House of Lamentation.

Mammon always lost his mind when he saw that face and you even saw Lucifer once laughing behind his hand because of your funny expression.

Still, you felt your cheeks heating up slightly. To make those kinds of faces in front of the Devildom' Prince… it was a little embarrassing, even for you, but you didn't deny him the pleasure to have a good laugh, even at your expense… besides, you did lose the game, after all. It was only fair to please him with this.

But, over all, he just looked too excited to possibly tell him no.

You giggled softly, nodding your head. "You mean like… this?"

"Pfft!"

Your eyes widened. You had pulled the funniest of expressions, you never tried as hard before to make a fool of yourself and yet you only got a 'pfft' in return? Unbelievable!

"Heeeh? What was that? Wasn't it so funny?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and placing your hands on your waist.

Diavolo smiled. "It was funny! But… I think it requires a bit more to make me laugh."

Outrageous! That face was the epitome of funny!

"Hmm? A bit more to make you laugh? Like what? This?"

You nearly had to jump over the table to reach for Diavolo's side, but you managed and gave it a gentle squeeze, not actually expecting him to jerk with a squeaky gasp. Time seemed to stop as you stared at him and he stared right back at you, his cheeks turning slightly pink as a wild smile lightened up your features.

"What was that? Are you ticklish?"

Diavolo tensed right away, a wobby, nervous smile setting on his lips as he slowly backed away, trying to look cool as always as he shook his head softly.

"It's… It is not like that, you just… surprised me a little, that's a- please, stay right there," he said as soon as he saw you approaching him just as slowly as he was backing away.

You giggled softly. This definitely was the first time you ever saw the Demon Lord so nervous and flustered. His cheeks were dusted pink and that nervous smile only seemed to grow as he saw you walking to him. All of that, coupled with the fact that he was wearing the cutest onesie you've ever seen, made your heart vibrate inside your chest.

"But why, Diavolo? I can't come near you?" You asked, a playful tone in your voice.

"You can! But I can see mischief in your eyes," he explained and you had to laugh at his statement.

"What does that even mean? Do you think I'll do mischief?" You teased him, stomping your feet a little just to make him flinch.

"Yes, it's highly probable," he said, tripping with his own feet and you took the chance to launch at him.

You should've imagined that he would dodge you, though, but it still surprised you when he swiftly moved to the side and started a race, running away from you as soft, bubbly giggles escaped his mouth. A wave of pure happiness rushed through you at seeing how playful he was acting. His ears were slightly pink and the smile on his face was bright as he looked back at you, seeing if you were chasing after him.

How was he so adorable?

"H-Hey! Why are you running away from me?!" You asked, starting to run after him, Diavolo squealed softly and sprinted away from you again.

You also couldn't stop the chuckles and giggles as you both played. The room- his room was spacious enough for him to run around and have you behind him at a considerable distance as you chased him down. He tried to place furniture between you two, and would maneuver around to avoid your grabbing hands when you were almost catching him.

"Demon Lord!" You said jokingly. "Stop running around! This tickle monster will have no mercy for you!"

"That doesn't make me want to stop!" He said with a laugh, barely dodging a cushion he had thrown at you between all the race.

All those chuckles and giggles really were firing you up, so gathering all your strength, you rushed to him, reaching for him and wrapping your arms around his waist, he gasped and tried to keep his balance, but he tripped and he fell face first onto his soft bed.

"Ah! W-Wait! Wahait, I have- AHAHAHA!"

Before he could get up and push you away, you quickly straddled him, sitting on his lower back and tensing your legs against his torso to try and keep him in place. Your hands immediately reached for his ribs and it seemed you had struck gold if those loud cackles meant anything.

"Ah, so Diavolo really is ticklish, huh?" You asked teasingly, your fingers clawing at his ribs and the spaces in between, causing him to roar with laughter as he writhed beneath you. "Are your ribs very bad? Did I find a good spot?"

"Stahahahap!" He cackled, trying to lift himself up. "Plehehehease! Thihihis is n-nohot what I plahahahanned- GAHAHA! Good grihihief!" His arms pressed to his sides, trying to make your fingers stop as you rubbed deep circles on the back of his lower ribs with your thumbs.

You had to take a deep breath, your heart was doing some flips and skipping beats at hearing his laughter: it was bubbly, boisterous, but light at the same time, coming from his very core.

It was so sad that you couldn't see his face while he laughed so much, but you still blushed, thinking how his eyes would be tightly shut, his nose scrunching up a little, his cheeks pink and his mouth stretched into the biggest of smiles ever.

You shook your head, smirking all over again, determined to continue drawing such gorgeous sounds from him.

"What do you mean this is not what you planned?" You said laughingly. "I'm just trying to fulfill your list!"

Diavolo shook his head, "Thihihis wahahahas n-not on the lihihihist!"

You gasped, moving your fingers against his ribs just a little faster, earning a bright squeak as louder laughter filled the room.

"Tickling was not on the list?! Tickle fights are a must in a sleepover!" You explained, giggling to yourself as his trashing became wilder when your fingers climbed up, tickling each rib.

"I d-dihihihidn't knohohahahaw! Oh, plehehehease!" He said, his whole body shaking with the force of his laughter.

"Well, now you do, so you'll have to suck it up, unless your cute onesie can do anything to save you from my fingers," you teased and Diavolo nearly shrieked when your fingers brushed his highest ribs.

"What's this? What's this? Am I getting close to a super good spot?"

Diavolo shook his head again, but when your fingertips brushed the hollow of his armpits, you barely had time to hold yourself.

His bed was huge, you have never seen one as big as this bed, but you still shrieked when he lifted himself up, pushing you over and making you fall back first onto the soft mattress, you barely bounced once before you had him hovering over you, pinning both of your wrists up above your head as he tried to catch his breath.

"Di-Diavolo?" You asked just as breathless. You couldn't see his face, he hung it low, breathing heavily. Did you overstep?! "Diavolo, I'm- I'm sorry, I didn't-

"This is a tickle fight after all," he interrupted you, finally raising his head to look at you and you shuddered. Woah, those really were the eyes of a beast staring at its prey. "So it's your turn now," he declared and you could only jump when his fingers made contact with your ribs, stealing loud laughter right away.

You threw your head back, pulling at your trapped arms and squirming softly, finding that he was straddling you. He really had you trapped!

"Thahahahat's nahahahat- ahahaha! wait! Wahahahait!"

You tried to form coherent words (pleas), but his fingers, a bit clumsy and messy, were trying to mimic whatever you were doing just one minute ago to him, but he was a bit too inexperienced and he dug his fingers in a little too hard, making you hiss.

"G-Gehehehentler!"

"Ah!" His feral eyes were gone in a second as he worriedly looked at you. "I'm so sorry. Like- Like this?"

You shrieked. He was a fast learner and you only asked him to be gentler! But now he did the right pressure and you cackled, choking a bit as your back arched and your legs kicked wildly behind him.

"Yehehehehes! S-Stahahahap!" You begged, feeling your cheeks flushing and tears threatening to spill out already.

"Ah, so you are really ticklish here?" He teased, saying the exact same thing he said to you. "I thought tickle fights were a must in a sleepover? Did I misunderstand something?"

Oh goodness, your cheeks felt on flames, his voice was so charming even while teasing you and his fingers no longer felt clumsy against your ribs, but lethal, making you squirm under him. The iron grip around your wrists barely let you move your arms at all.

"Yehehehehes! B-Buhuhut I wahahahas tihihihickling you!" You said, squeaking as his hands moved to your armpits. "N-nahahahat thehehere! Ahahaha! So mehehehean!"

Diavolo laughed, "you were the one who started it!"

You shook your head, desperately trying to protect your sensitive armpit from his playful pokes and scribbles, but seeing the good reaction he got from tickling you there, he suddenly let go of your wrists and quickly shot his now free hand under your other arm, so now you had his fingers wiggling and digging and scribbling against your underarms.

You shrieked, clamping your arms against your sides, totally keeping his hands right in place to cause ruckus. You could only laugh nearly in hysterics as your hands so weakly held his forearms, trying to push him away.

"DIAHAHA!" You cackled, kicking your legs. "I'll dihihihie! Stahahahap!"

You managed to open one of your teary eyes and saw, (with great pressure despite your current situation), how his face lightened up, perhaps because you called him 'Dia', or maybe because he was nearly killing you with tickles or because he was proud of his tickling-abilities; you didn't know, but that excited face made your heart race.

"You'll die? I think you can still take a bit more," he said, giggling softly.

"Noho!" You squeaked out. "I s-sweahahare! If you k-keheheheep- AHAHAHA!"

Now one of his hands had moved down to your stomach and he was gently clawing at it as his other hand kept tormenting one of your armpits. You arched your back, squirming as best as you could, but his hands and tickly touches followed you suit.

You thought for a second that you would really die of laughter or worse you could pee all over his bed!

"My gohohohodness! I gihihihive! I GIHIHIVE! You wohohohon!" You plead and at your words, he slowed down to a stop. "Ahahahare- are y-you dohohone?" You felt your body twitching slightly, muscles tensing under his fingers as he kept his hands against your stomach and under your arm.

"You gave up and said I won, so I think I'm done," he said with a smile, (you could see it in all his glory now that your eyes were open). "That was fun," he declared and you giggled, nodding a little.

It was fun, even if you were nearly losing your mind, but what made it even better was seeing him happy, free of his obligations. Seeing his real self and not that always perfect version of himself that he always showed to everyone.

He was still smiling, softly, gentler now, looking at you with an expression that set free thousands of butterflies inside your stomach.

You couldn't help but reach up to touch his cheek. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You didn't answer right away, instead, kept staring at his gentle eyes for a little while. "As if you love me…," you whispered, just as low as him and he smiled.

"You're looking at me like that, too" he said and he leaned down a bit, touching the tip of his nose with yours. Your arms instantly wrapped around him and he blushed deeply. "I've been waiting for this moment all night long," he whispered against your lips and you kissed him.

He hummed against your lips and you held him closer to you, shuddering pleasantly when he placed his hands against your waist. It was a chaste kiss, but lovingly, and you felt your body heating up with the excitement to have his affections for him reciprocated.

When you both pulled apart, he was serious, flustered and trying to come back to his usual, calm self, but when he struggled, you chuckle softly, making him look at you again.

"I found your worst spot and look how we ended."

"How did you know that was my worst spot?" He asked curiously, raising one of his eyebrows.

You grinned, "I did not."

He stared at you with wide eyes and the next thing you knew was that his hands were squeezing your waist and forcing more laughter out of you, however, this time you could feel his soft lips pressing kisses to the corners of your smiling mouth.

After only a few seconds, he stopped again and nuzzled your nose with his.

"Can we kiss again?" He asked as you tried to catch your breath.

"We can kiss… all the times you want us to," you answered and the way his eyes beamed and the way his lips felt against yours made you wish for this sleepover to never end.

"Having you in my bed… treating me to kisses… is more than I can bear," he said, pressing his body against yours. "... If you thought you were going to get any rest tonight, you're sorely wrong."

Ah, yes. You wanted to stay there forever.

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"Winter King Winter King Winter King"

I DON'T CARE ANYMOREEEEE SOUP DADDY FINN OKAY??????? BLUE FREAKO YEAH WHATEVER

SOUP! DILF! SOUP! DILF! SOUP! DILF!

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WIP WINTER KING

IDK if I'll finish this or not so I'm just gonna post this here

Very much inspired by time-woods, their art is too good

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Did y'all see what happened to fucking Winter King when he kissed a woman? Okay this is what happens when we normalize heterosexuality

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So I was just freaking out about this again:

And the lovely @mynamesnotdahlia pointed out that, based on the description, this has to be where this Betty flashback happens, and I agree:

And if this episode is primarily Simon-centric, featuring his Twisted Mind(TM), I doubt these characters involve Fionna & Cake's plot and instead are a reference to the main A plot, aka the Simon plot. And if the ep does feature the above scene, it's probably going to be flashback heavy in general.

So who are these two brand new characters? I'm clawing at the walls! Also, please feel free to provide any speculation in the reblogs/replies. I love theorizing with all of you.

Also I wonder who Jerry is lmao.

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It’s kinda funny tho, cus half of the fandom is like:

Tumblr sexyman “how bad can I be?” Simon 😍

And the other half is like:

What if bubbline went shopping for baking supplies, and it was snowing, and they were both boys??🥺🙈

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how do you guys think farmworld finn deals with the wintertime. how much do you think his right shoulder aches and seizes up and leaves him unable to chop as much firewood as he needs, leaving him to prep as much as he can before the frost comes or else have to keep the kids inside around the fire with jake. how often do you think he wakes up freezing from his own night sweats and gasping for air with his own shrieking laughter echoing in his mind. do you think his kids ever called out for his attention, only to show him a snowman they made to look like him because they’re young and he doesn’t want to burden them with his trauma, only for his blood to burn so hot everything else feels like it’s freezing against his skin. do you think he would have held back and just wordlessly gone inside. or would he have lost his temper a little and bashed its head in, only for the kids to stare at him, worried and frightened both for him and of him. do you think when jay was a kid finn’s wife had to convince him to let the kid play in the snow at all. do you think he takes his arm off before bed because the cold metal has had him waking up in a frenzied panic too many times before. do you think he grows his beard out to conserve body heat, only to be unable to look himself in the mirror because it makes his white streaks pop. do you think he lets jake sleep in his bed so the warmth of his body can ground him if when the night terrors of half-remembered atrocities wake him up. do y

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The Winter Rizz King: Fellow Simon I have undeniable drip as the kids say, I am rizzing you up as we speak! I will now attempt to serve cunt.

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Farmworld Finn in Fionna and Cake's "Destiny"

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one of many winter king doodles I had to do after watching one of the best episodes so far 👏👏

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In the original Adventure Time, Fionna wasn't really given any kind of personality. She's a self-insert for the romantic plights of other characters. Her stories revolve around love triangles, quirky relationship drama, and romantic foibles. And even within these stories, the drama is largely conflict free. No one's really at fault and all misunderstandings are cleared up without issue.

In comparison, Finn experienced a lot of major conflicts. He torpedoed his relationship with Flame Princess in one of the most uncomfortable and ill-advised manipulations I've ever seen in any fictional medium, to the point I was reluctant to ever return to the show afterwards. But through that mistake came growth and change. Finn made a lot of mistakes, but he learned a lot of lessons.

What's really interesting about Fionna and Cake is how it characterizes Fionna through that lens.

Fionna, created as a "copy" of Finn and Jake, was always the most mature person in the room. She was cute, graceful, and solved every problem without issue. But when she's only written like that, there's nowhere for her to grow. No room to change.

Adult Fionna is inherently irresponsible. She's flighty, abandons problems on whims, and she's oblivious to people's pain unless its extremely visible. When she travels through the multiverse, she views problems through narrative tropes. She talks about apocalypse rpgs and heroic fantasies. She's shockingly self-centered and ignorant to the suffering of others. When she looks at Simon, she can only see that she's "boring" compared to Ice King's "fun." She lived in a world with clear cut moral lines. No complications.

When adventuring for the "first" time, Fionna complains about the outfit. She can't move around well in the skirt. Prismo is baffled. "You never had any trouble with skirts in my stories." She wasn't written for practical considerations in mind. She was written for easy fun for a first-time writer.

As a form of escapism, Fionna is flawless. In the real world, Fionna has never faced a real challenge that forced her to grow up.

And what really just absolutely sells this writing choice is that the narrative doesn't make this as a potshot against fandom or womanhood. It doesn't look down on Fionna, it just communicates that this is the kind of person she became as an adult. There's nothing demonized about the idea of fandom or Fionna's womanhood. It writes Fionna this way because its interested in how she can be a real person, with real flaws. The moment to moment existence of Fionna and how she can function as a real person when the cameras turn off.

Fionna has to face challenge to grow as a person. She can only be a fully developed character when she gets the opportunity to be wrong, to make mistakes, when she's forced to think through her actions. And the show's willingness to confront this idea and what it means for Fionna's existence is so genuinely smart and compelling.

Adventure Time whips is what I'm getting at.

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Imagine being princess bubblegum in the winter king universe. You have probably never had any bitches, not a Single one. Instead there's an ugly old ice bitch next door. then one day he does something and you snap and get all nasty, you get heterophobia in your eyes AND your lesbianism evaporates and you start uncontrollably lusting for your bitch MAN neighbour whos now super-hot and classy as fuck Brian David Gilbert. and then you mutilate all your candy citizens to be ugly and nasty as fuck like you and you start acting up and it goes on for like one hundred entire years until he acme laser gun disintegrates into ashes after kissing a woman which restores your sanity so you're normal again and you go kiss the woman who just killed the guy who made you a heterosexual unbathed freakazoid. and then you learn she also murdered and further mutilated all your candy citizens so now you're alone. no friends, no citizens, no vampire girlfriend (LOSER!!), not even an enemy to hate on, and the one girl you tried to true-love's-kiss just fucked off into the aether with a sad normal alternate version of the guy who did all that wacky shit to you. wow. What a horrible life. i would literally jump into the giant blender and hope it kills me

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guys when they are normal and everything is fine

bonus fionna doodle

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true brainrot.

I love that we got a full angsty continuation of the “Finn the Human” Ice King!Finn storyline, one of the most popular plots for edgy fan content, and instead of engaging with any of that AT ALL, everyone is just going “lol selfcest sexyman Simon canon”

Amazing. We all truly have grown up.

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Simon is sad.

Ice King is a joke.

Winter King is a threat.

So, I kinda love how much further we explore into the differences between Simon and Ice King and all the parts in between.

With the Crown, Simon's personality gets injected with boundless, reckless, thoughtless confidence - which appears to have its roots in Evergreen or specifically, Gunter's perception of Evergreen.

However, Simon also infused the Crown's influence with his weird quirks, his desperation for love, and his immeasurable grief.

In a different post, I wrote that the root of the Crown's curse latched onto Simon's love, which in its own way is his grief as well. These powerful emotions were decentralized so that even if Ice King couldn't quite understand the source of them, he felt them hard. And moreover, these emotions clouded his capacity to function.

So aaaaaall that infinite confidence tempered and sabotaged by Simon's sorrow, making Ice King into a joke. Oh, sure he's manipulative liar like the way he lied to Finn when he was trapped in the spirit world. But he's quite incompetent.

His intentions aren't any less selfish or destructive but he's just So Bad at the follow through. Absolutely dysfunctional. That makes him easier to laugh at even when he's doing stuff like slapping tape on PB's mouth as she's sleeping because he "breaks up with her" in the next minute.

Winter King wouldn't need tape. That's the difference. Winter King is frightening because he can in fact follow through on all of his selfish and destructive impulses. When he lies, he can get away with it because he's a *good liar*. He's charming without being sad. He's confident without being annoying.

Winter King has Evergreen's strengths and Simon's charisma and wields it with deadly intent because he also lacks Simon's conscience and Simon's fixation on love and connection - true love and connection that isn't something he made in a lab. The fact that Winter King can be satisfied with hollow dolls that resemble his loved ones is TELLING.

Winter King and Ice King are fundamentally separated by their levels of lucidity and competence. And that's pretty much it. Even Winter King's memories remain frosted over and nothing like the original Simon Petrikov's

Which leads me to the original Simon Petrikov. I truly enjoyed the way Simon is differentiated from Ice King and Winter King simply by showing his compassion - which both lacked. Simon immediately plead for Bubblegum's life whereas Winter King was like Nope.

That was so good. Just emphasizing how the Simon and Ice King aren't a 1 to 1 reflection or transformation. Or in other words, that Ice King is not entirely Simon and Simon isn't entirely Ice King.

Also the subtext of Simon secretly resenting Winter King, being unsure if he wanted to be just like this weirdo who just goes around calling himself radical. This chuunibyou motherfucker. He really wants to be that? Really?

But again! Simon's vindication at learning that the Crown can't be fought! Because also fighting is such hardwork and he spent a thousand or so years trying to do it, failing to do it. The way he almost whined at the Winter King, "but it's just so hard to fight the Crown", and he's just so tired. He's just too sad.

In the same way that Fionna wanted an easy, fun, no consequences adventure - Simon wants an easy, quiet, no consequences solution to all his depression. Simon doesn't want to be happy because happiness takes hardwork. All the shit that the Winter (Willpower) King was shilling? That's a lot of elbow grease.

Simon just wants to opt out of existence. Let the Crown take the wheel. He's done driving.

But therein lies... his curse. Winter King is euphoric because it came at the cost of the compassion that defines Simon Petrikov. Love and compassion is at the root of Simon's sorrow, but it's also the thing that keeps him here. Because Simon simply can't *not* help someone - even Fionna who has been a straight up dick to him this whole time.

Simon thinks that there's a "right way" to be cursed because he's holding onto the belief that he could stop existing and not hurt or harm anyone by choosing to do so. And this will keep him on the search. This will keep him as himself for another sad and hurting day, until he can find a way to run - flee without hurting anyone.

Spoiler: It's impossible.