#logicke kingdom

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Dawn of the Rose Logicke Kingmates

Logicke Kingdom

Queen: Maysa

Prince: Cason

Knight: Damian

Citizens: Chester, Arlo, Poppy, Reyna, Ebonee, Landyn, Jaslene, Sam

Maysa (QUEEN)

Maysa Nol June

Skavian - F

Sixth year student

Caucasian; long straight white hair; icy blue eyes; dresses neatly

Intelligent; loner; honest

Strong in Blue

Aim: Guild Operator

Clubs: historian, blacksmith, art, music, dungeon, Unity

Cason (PRINCE)

Cason Joomp Shawl

Arachoa - M

Sixth year student

Black; short ashy colored hair; dark eyes; dresses neatly

Intelligent; sarcastic; honest

Strong in Blue

Aim: Curtain Keeper

Clubs: Unity, arcanist, cooking

Damian (KNIGHT)

Damian Dae Mon

Graadigprud - M

Fifth year student

Caucasian; black thick hair; blue-green eyes; dresses neatly

Intelligent; sarcastic; loner

Strong in Blue and White

Aim: Enchanter

Clubs: enchanting, merchant, arcanist

Chester

Chester E Rowanoak

Elf, type wood - M

First year student

Black; sunny blond hair; vivid green eyes; dresses neatly

Intelligent; arrogant; honest

Strong in Blue

Aim: Arcanist

Arlo

Arlo Hue Kai

Lux - M

Second year student

Tan skin; medium chocolate brown hair; vivid green eyes; dresses neatly

Intelligent; kind; quick-witted

Strong in Blue

Aim: to be a professor

Clubs: book, historian, cooking

Poppy

Poppy Leymon Milloma

Sentinelle - F

First year student

Native American; long gray hair; sharp blue eyes; dresses neatly

Intelligent; sarcastic; loner

Strong in Blue

Aim: ??

Reyna

Reyna Amethyst Reyes

Sentinelle - F

Seventh year student

Filipino; long brown hair; dark purple eyes; dresses neatly

Intelligent; sharp; cold

Strong in Blue and White

Aim: Unity

Clubs: art, music, merchant, cooking

Ebonee

Ebonee Belle Isa

Sentinelle - F

Seventh year student

Egyptian; short black hair; dark eyes; dresses neatly

Intelligent, kind, helpful

Strong in Blue

Aim: Arcanist

Clubs: art, music, merchant, cooking

Landyn

Landyn Casey Butch

Mall - M

Seventh year student

Caucasian; red hair; green eyes; dresses messily; freckles

Kind, helpful, loyal

Strong in Blue

Aim: Recovery of the Lost

Clubs: art, music, merchant, cooking

Jaslene

Jaslene Jasmine Reyes

Harpy - F

Fifth year student

Filipino; short brown hair; green eyes; dresses messily

Intelligent; sarcastic; bookworm

Strong in Blue

Aim: Librarian

Clubs: art, music, merchant, cooking

Sam

Sam Ulle Roy

Eant - M

Third year student

Polynesian; curly black hair; blue eyes; dresses messy

Helpful, intelligent, laid-back

Strong in Blue

Aim: Undecided

Clubs: dungeon, cooking, arcanist, Unity

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Blurb

Has anyone seen that comic with the foxes in love going around? By green_fox_blue_fox? I found it recently, and one of them inspired me to write a really short blurb for Valentine’s Day. Just something cute and simple that doesn’t require a lot of thought from either of us. What do you think? Should I do another?

Given the choice, Bonnibel Bubblegum would not have fallen in love with Marceline Abadeer. She would have selected something sturdier and more reliable. Something - someone - with a hard shell, just like her. Someone logical, absolutely incapable of feeling sad or afraid. Someone who could be counted on to see the rational through the irrational, someone who would never give her pause, whose motives were clear and easy to understand. Like a tank, Bonnibel mused from her seat on Finn and Jake’s sofa.

It was another movie night, an event she had surprised everyone by willingly attending. Not that she blamed them for their surprise; she had spent the past two months sending Marceline in her place, who like the good mate she was would cover for her princess, waving her prolonged absence off with a hand wave and snarky comment. Even LSP had grown bored with Bonnibel’s lack of presence, no longer considering it gossip worthy, but instead Old News. Yes, it had been quite the surprise when Marceline had barreled through the door as a great wolf with sleeked-black fur and great garnet eyes with the most powerful princess in the world on her back like it was No Big Deal.

In fact, and unbeknownst to everyone, it had been during the albeit short journey that Bonnibel had begun to ponder her bond with her lover of many centuries. Marceline was, without a doubt, an incorrigible beast, a creature of the night, and with the moon high in the sky it was impossible to miss how wild she really was. She tore through the forest that connected the Candy Kingdom with the Grasslands, leapt over the great plains, and no matter how many times Bonnibel admonished her it would never stop her from howling to the night sky her gratitude for its soft light and the gentle melody of the stars.

Though Bonnibel would pretend to scowl at her best friend’s antics she would always smile at the back of her head. It was endearing in a way the candy golem had never expected, these strange little antics that made no sense but gave her unusual and foreign fuzzy feelings in her stomach. But the vampire’s happiness was inarguable, and when she was happy the candy elemental was not ashamed to admit that she was happy as well. Marceline’s laughter was infectious, and she always made sure her mate was safe no matter how fast she wanted to run - and oh how she wanted to run.

And so they had barged through the door with great gusto and only a little bit of embarrassment on Bonnibel’s behalf before being allowed the couch. Yes, Marceline would have preferred to stay as a wolf, but really now they were inside and couldn’t she at least pretend to be civilized? With a pout the answer proved to be yes, and to the couch they went.

That was a movie and a half ago, and while the room’s occupants were focused on whatever was playing on BMO’s screen and their own inane jokes and comments Bonnibel’s attention was secretly monopolized by Marceline. Yes, given the choice the vampire decidedly would not have been the younger monarch’s first choice for love partner. She was rude, crass, immature, impish, and mercurial. Far from sturdy or stable, she was sensitive and broken, a soft and vulnerable creature who sang a siren’s song and always put Bonnibel’s needs and desires first. Loyal, protective, and loving, the only being the candy woman had ever found herself implicitly trusting with her very soul because she was so different from herself. Bonnibel had never laughed as hard or as long before Marceline, had never been as motivated to care for herself as when she was around. The vampire may not understand her science, as the princess had always hoped from any eventual romantic partner, but she would listen dutifully, calling her a nerd even as she asked follow-up questions cleverly hidden as jests.

As she pondered life’s strange turns of events the princess absently rested her head on the taller woman’s shoulder, smiling to herself softly as she watched the half-demon whip some red dyed popcorn at Finn for some slight, only to have her settle against the young scientist once her assault was complete. Their hands met in the middle, fingers lacing together as the older woman pulled her closer. Bonnibel could feel Marceline’s soft purring, her inability to hide her contentment, not that anyone else was close enough to hear. It made Bonnibel smile, there in the dark where no one could see those stunted squishy heartguts feelings of her’s poke her way out.

No, Marceline was not sturdy and infallible like herself, nor could she be logicked with or trusted to do the reasonable course of action. She would die to save others - after all, she had once already -, and Bonnibel knew she would always be there to help pick of the pieces from whatever mess the princess had created with nothing but a smirk, an ‘I told you so’, and a warm cup of sweet tea. Marceline was so much more than a hard shell with a hard core, so much more than Bonnibel ever knew she could want or need, this soft and vulnerable creature who was her soulmate.

A pink hand squeezed the grey one nestled against it, delighting in the way it squeezed back without hesitation.

I should build you a tank.