not-iceking

[not-iceking]

What did you think of farmworld?

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@arocoomer

[not-iceking]

a thousand years of adventures. it was a nice sentiment, simon had to admit. perhaps if he looked at his own life like that, it wasnt so bad. just.. a thousand years of adventures. most he couldnt remember- others he wished he could forget, but some.. he glanced over at finn, then offered him the crown. but some were better than he gave them credit.

laughing at the boy's mention of his burning dinner, simon lifted a hand up and brushed back his hair. lifting his head to bask in the breezy winter air. "of course! you're always welcome in my exhibit."

oh, and whos marceline?

simons momentary respite cracked and he turned to give finn a bit of a disbelieving look. "surely your world has a marceline?" he thought for a moment. "shes a very important person here, she slew all the vampires after the apocalypse-" his hand fell from his head to his neck. idly rubbing his thumb over where a bite would have been had she not done so. "a brave warrior- and a very talented musician- much more than me." and i raised her. he wanted to add. he hoped this wasnt like vampireworld...

god he hoped.

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

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OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

simon listened intently, fingers idly rubbing over the glossy surface of the crown. he had never been able to just.. hold it so casually before. it was nice, almost. like an old friend.

hearing the description, his eyebrows knit together. he thought back to his time in farmworld- he hadnt seen a marceline there, nor a simon. but that description, it could only be her. but if that was the case- then why hadnt he seen her? ah, its probably multiversal discrepancies.

"hm. that sounds like marceline." he said whistfully. though the idea of her growing old made his stomach churn. actually- the idea of aging at all did. him OR her. the fact that he had aged twelve years already made him feel ill- he, frankly- didnt want to die. "oh- he was like.. uh, a thousand and four- no.. fifty?" he clicked his tongue thoughtfully. "i cant really remember how old i was when i started wearing it." his bitterness faded slightly at finns question.

eyes searching over his face, he turned to glance down at the gems that sat snuggly inside the gold. his own eyes looked back. "as long as you have someone who cares for you, you wont. iceking was.. scared, of himself. he ran away from the people who loved him. but you're a brave kid, finn. you dont run, you fight."

"plus, i wouldnt mind if you stopped by to chat every now and then either. so, you'd never get lonely! though- i suppose after a while my stories might get boring."

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

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OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

"psshh, not even close!" simon retorted, he could name more than five people weirder than finn! he would say he could count on five fingers- but...... he glanced down at his four fingers. he could have sworn humans used to have five. whatever happened to them he wouldnt know.

probably radiation...

"to be fair, iceking was a bit of a kid himself." he slowly plopped down into the snow. the soft cushioning his fall. he lifted the crown from his head. holding it in his lap. "a thousand years is a long time, but without anyone around he kind of became.." he thought, hard, on what to say.

he had told his finn, ages ago now, that he didnt really remember being iceking. and while that was true in a sense. it was also hyperbole. he had.. feelings. alot of feelings. with some dream-like impressions. and well, after twelve years of having dreams.. "lonely." he finished.

"oh?" he inquired, eyebrow upturned as he turned his gaze from the crown to the boy. "do tell!"

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

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OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

simon looked pretty proud of himself! before the melancholy of it all hit him. still, he laughed when finn did and raised a brow. "where i come from, its weird to have a nose." he joked, waggling his finger at finn. only to snort when the other realized who it was.

"i- ha- i suppose so! yeah. its the finn from my world. he-" he inhaled, "hes all grown up now, well- as grown up as he can be. gosh- he spent alot of his formative years kickin' iceking's buns for stealing princesses-" he laughed and it was genuine. even if those bruises still felt fresh.. pun intended. "i guess you never had a 'me', huh? since you uh-.." he glanced up, over his glasses to where the crown rested atop his own head. "have this, and i dont."

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

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OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

nodding, simon readied himself. "hmm... its been a long while since i used iceworks, even as iceking- usually i just made snow.. or blocks of ice to freeze my enemies..." he looked into the distant horizon for a moment then shook his head, his hair flopping around as he forced himself back to the present. "alright."

crackling his knuckles, simon thought about something cool. fireworks usually had cool patterns. squeezing his hand into tight fist, he collected magic just beneath his fingertips. and then like he was shooting off a gun, pointed into the air and sent forth a display of ice that popped like a firework. as it went off, the showering crystals of blue and white formed what was a very lopsided picture of finn. his worlds finn, to be exact. when he was just a wee hero.

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

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OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

simon laughed as finn caught it. taking a step back, he watched with crossed arms as finn slipped the crown on and got to work. it only took maybe a minute or two before a rather big snow jake was standing before him. a smile creased simons eyes as he watched finn sit apon the statues head so proudly.

he- he would hate for this finn to loose his jake too.

simon turned to the sound of the crunch of snow, and bend down to grab the ground. it was chilly beneath his suddenly sweaty palms. it would be nice if someone had let iceking win something every once and a while.... maybe finn would appreciate that too. "whats the next challenge?" he raised a brow, his smile returning. "iceworks?"

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

_____

OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

the dramatics of it all made simon feel younger. like he was back on the playground playing pretend.

"oh? well then! think that means its your turn!" he twirled the crown off his head, his fingers almost graceful as he mimicked a certain winter-ruler. only to stop with the golden object in his hands, his grin growing wider. then without warning, he threw the crown at finn. "CATCH!"

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

_____

OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

"whu-hwuh- what!" simon sputtered, bright red blush burned his cheeks. his hands quickly fell to his sides, and as they did the gollum collapsed back into lifeless snow. sputtering senseless drabble, simon coughed, "id like to see YOU do better." he muttered. then a brilliant idea hit him.

it was a bit childish... but who gave a damn.

turning to finn with a wide grin, he pointed at the kid with one hand, the other hand resting smugly on his hip. "frost prince finn. i challenge you to an ICE OFF!"

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

_____

OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

the gollum, which was just barely simons height, just sort of stood there? slushy and already melting. simon on the other hand looked like he was considering something as finn spoke. "oh? i- well, i had very hazy memories of them- i wasnt quite sure if they were real or not." he let his hand fall. "dance? uhm.." he gave the snow-person a half hearted look. something almost pitying. "i dont.. know? i could try."

he cleared his throat into his fist and then pointed at the gollum. "uh- dance!.. please?" he watched with bated breath as the snow moved and.. did a little shimmy. its dance kinda reminded him of fionna???

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

_____

OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

when offered the crown again, simon averted his gaze. thinking. it wasnt like he was going to just up and forget anyone!- at least no more than he did with his current memory issues. plus, the crown was bound to finn. at this point he was just repeating himself..

taking the crown. he gently put it on. no dawdling this time. "okay.. hm." he turned around to the snowy area around them. "i have hazy memories of.. hm. lets see.." he lifted up one hand, the other coming to press two fingers against his temple as he squeezed his eyes shut in focus. his outstretched hand sparked with magic and a pile of snow shifted and then.. blinked and lifted up snow-arms.

opening his eyes, he stared at his- sad snow gollum. though it was about on par with what iceking used to make. not that he remembered that.

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

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OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

he glanced down at his arms, then raised a brow at finn as if he wasnt basically half his size.

"a- well.. sort of?" he rubbed his arms. it wasnt even chilly, he was just so nervous! he felt like he was being watched.. he watched the penguin waddle away. hands twitching with the urge to pull it into his arms. even if it wasnt even one of his original penguins. how old do regular penguins live? he wasnt sure. "and gunter isnt- well. gunter is-" how was he supposed to explain that gunter wasnt.. a guy??? and also not a penguin anymore.

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

_____

OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

"banned!? glob no!" he looked amused. "if anything i should be banned from every other kingdom! haha-" the bags under his eyes suddenly feeling alot heavier. "i used to kidnap people." he deadpanned.

"and no- i mean, hes a bit uncanny-" he looked guilty for saying that out loud. hand scratching idly at the back of his neck. "hes like looking into a mirror? but i still see the little penguin i-" having realized during his rambling that finn had wandered off, "finn?" seeing the penguin he tensed. "GAH! be careful!" he rushed over. it wasnt gunter he knew that. but it didnt help they all looked the same and that well. his gunter wasnt around anymore.

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

_____

OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

the second his feet touched the ground simon collapsed to his knees. hands catching on- snow. that was enough to sober him right up, all the fear suddenly splintering into overwhelming dread. what if gunther saw him! sure they were on the outskirts of the snowy-waste land but there were penguins-a-plenty! and if one saw him, it was bound to get back to the new monarch.

his hands quickly pulled from the snow, quick to rub off his palms via his suit (it was old and tattered anyway.) as he pushed himself to his feet. his glasses creaked ominously, then right as they were about to slip, he pushed them back up his not-nose. "this- this was a mistake! if gunther sees me-" he cringed, eyeing the fortress the kingdom had become. spikes of ice branching off into smaller thorns so tall even simon couldnt see the top. it was a far cry from the calm kingdom it used to be. it was claustrophobic.

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

_____

OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

simon felt his stomach lurch the second the crown was out of his grasp. and for a second he understood why everyone was so upset with him for wanting it back in the first place. he didnt have time to ponder, however, was he was quicklt scooped up and-

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" his voice, now more 'simon' than ever, carried easily over the wooshing winds. his arms instinctively wrapping around finn's as he dangled in the air. after what were probably the most terrifying five seconds of his life, simon stopped struggling. his chest heaving as finn began flying at a slower pace. glasses slipping off his face, simon squeezed his eyes closed and focused on what finn was saying over his own rushing heart. "th-THAT s-s-SOUNDS GREAT! PLEASE DONT DROP ME!"

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

_____

OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

he was glad finn didnt seem upset by that. the- not wanting to cause a blizzard in the middle of the kingdom, that is. actually- finn seemed remarkably well adjusted! if only a little bit manic. jake must be his marceline! things had always been easier when she was around..

at finn's proposal, he halted. hand hesitated, eyes staring down at finns hand. he didnt particularly enjoy the idea of flying. he had no safety net should finn drop him. and as much as he agreed finn could get them there fast. he clearly had a battle he was fighting internally, brows knit together in thought (and frustration). after only a couple minutes, and with more effort than simon was willing to admit, he pulled the crown from his head as if it burned.

for a moment, he swore he heard someone say his name. a faint and soft cry in a voice he swore he had heard somewhere before.. and then it was gone, and he reluctantly handed the cursed object off to finn.

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

_____

OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!

[not-iceking]

blinking back his surprise, simon stared at the booth. a mess of ice and splintered wood. his hands trembling, whether it was from exhilaration or terror he didnt know. he wasnt sure when he stared staring at his palms. but he found himself tearing his gaze away to turn and look at finn. the others excitement was practically palpable. something ugly swirled in his gut.

what if marceline found out?

pushing that feeling down, he lifted a hand to the crown. he had spent glob knows how long fighting tooth and nail for a crown and one just.. walks into his house? his breath hitched. "no, i dont want gunther getting blamed for an impromptu blizzard in the candy kingdom, should i mess up." he looked conflicted. "but.. if we go out to my old- the um- the ice kingdom. then we can really test this out. im-" his hands shook, "awful curious about how much i remember about its magic."

just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!

simon was sure he should feel something. thirteen years ago, he had told betty to leave the crown. he had been okay then. a year ago, he had held the crown and threw it into nothingness. he had been terrified. simon felt he should be worried or afraid or upset at himself because betty didnt save you for this. but instead of fear or disappointment, with his hands holding the crown so gently without the pressure of someone else watching, he felt... relieved. he felt overwhelming relief.

the cool golden metal felt comforting in his grasp, and he welcomed the familiar chill that washed down his spine as the metal leeched out all of the warmth from within him. and for the first time in years simon felt like he wasnt melting. just holding the crown made the ache of his old bones dull into a quiet hum. he remembered back then, in front of golbetty, how he had hesitated. but- had he? the lesson she was trying to teach him. was it not what she had taken? his autonomy? he wouldnt hesitate this time. he hooked his fingers under the rim of the crown, cradling the cursed object as if it were as valuable as it was old. then he lifted it up and-

there was no sudden change. no flash of white light. no ice king. just, simon. thoughts smoothed over with a fresh blanket of static, simon closed his eyes and.. relaxed. a deep cold slowly crawling into his bones. when he opened them again, he looked tired. but a new spark had lit up behind his pale eyes. "i had almost gotten my crown back, but.. someone i cared about had convinced me i was only hurting myself if i put it back on." he flexed his fingers, eyeing them curiously, before clenching his fists. glittering sparks of ice magic crackled around his knuckles and disappeared over his palms. "i believed her, in a way. i thought everyone would like me better as simon."

"...but if i want to be iceking again, if i want magic again. than damnit!- they dont get to tell me i dont get that choice!"

@farmingtime

_____

OOC// holy shit this took three tries to post because the image was too big and tumblr didnt save it as a draft<//3

THIS BLOG IS BASICALLY MY OWN FIX-IT FIC FOR FIONNA AND CAKE, AND THIS POST IS USHERING IN SEASON 2 BABEYYY!! EVERYONE SAY HELLO TO: ASK SIMON SEASON 2, THE SNOWMAN. with the start of this next 'season' i will now be marking things as "#🧊 ~ season 2" to help differentiate when certain posts take place! certain interactions will also be marked with a special hashtag (for example, this interaction is "#☃️ icefinn int☃️") i will also be marking any asks from here on out either as season 1 or season 2 !!

everyone say thank you to @arocoomer for giving me the inspiration and motivation to finally continue this blogs main story!!