It's Playtime!

Animating some bubbline for fun (and also to fill the 75 frames long hole in my 2014 showreel)

Can we all just take a moment to listen to this beautiful 8-bit rendition of Adventure Time’s, I’m Just Your Problem, preformed by Marceline.

Is this what she’s been missing all this time…? God, it’s senior year and she’s just discovered this amazing, enticing, and TOTALLY exciting new world. Every day after school she and Marceline have walked the half hour it takes to get to the mall so they can hang with the gang, and by Friday Pepper has given Bonnie back her keys so she can drive them there instead. Fast cars, junk food, beer, LOTS of beer. She even thinks they were smoking something illegal in the backseat while they thought she wasn’t paying attention, but she was, oh, she was. 

And the best part about all of this? She gets to share all of it with Marceline, the girl she’s head over heels for, her best friend in the whole entire world, plus one. Although, Marceline it seems has been keeping her bad girl persona on the downlow ever since they learned she has a new sibling on the way, she’s at least humored her this past week, and Bonnie is happy to have someone on the inside. Marceline laughed at her when she said that yesterday, but it’s true! Suddenly all of the things she would get after her for in the past are incredibly useful and interesting, and Bonnie has been scribbling boobies on almost every surface and textbook she can find at school so she’s well on her way, she just knows it.

Bonnie’s car screeches to a halt, and she pushes up the break carelessly, flops back in her seat before pressing the button to roll down the window. She honks the horn twice. "COME ON MARCY, WE GOT FRIGGIN’ PLACES TO BE." She yells out towards her girlfriend, giggles because she can’t wait until Marceline walks up to the window and sees her cool new hair. Bonnie adjusts her mirror, tilts her head to get a better look at it. She hasn’t gotten a haircut this drastic since Laura convinced her to go full pink. She was subtle this time, and there’s only one streak on the right side of her just-barely-past-her-shoulder-length, krimped hair. When she gets home tonight Daddy probably won’t even notice. He doesn’t notice anything anymore. All except that vile, ignorant woman that just won’t get out of their lives no matter what Bonnie says or does.

With those thoughts in mind, Bonnie pushes her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, a habit she’s formed from wearing her regular glasses. She bought them this morning with Daddy’s credit card, along with her hair cut and an assortment of shampoos and conditioners that aren’t really necessary. She honks the horn again. 

Marceline rolled on her back, arm reaching out for her old acoustic sitting quietly in its stand. She played absently, mumbling numbers to herself. She stopped at 41, laughing at just how many random books Bonnie was able to vandalize with her new favorite word: boobies. She shook her head, vigorously strumming the bronze strings as she laughed louder.

"Ah, Bon…" The young musician played chords, humming her thoughts in tune with the instrument.

"God knows how far you’d take it If I didn't reign you in Actin’ like-what’s it called?- a delinquent Gettin into jacked up biz

Bad Bonnie, bad Bonnie All slick and cool and tough Bad Bonnie, bad Bonnie I’ll admit…it’s kinda hot…”

The teen let the chords die, recalling that her parents were home. Betty, despite carrying Marcy’s soon-to-be sibling, was still as sharp as a razor. She wouldn't wanna put an end to her and the redhead’s new and fun double life, at least not yet.

Marcy’s head snapped up at the sound of knock, paling at the thought that she was heard. “Marceline, sweetie, can I come in for a second? I need to talk to you.”

"Gimme a sec, Simon." She returned the guitar on the stand, making room on the mattress for the man to sit. "Ok come in."

Simon entered the room, a thick stubble forming on his chin while shadows rested under his eyes. He sat next to his adoptive daughter, removing his glasses and to wipe them on his jacket, something he only does when stressed.

"So what’s up?" Marcy crossed her legs, toes wiggling from within her socks.

"Oh uh, well, it’s about your mother. We’re gonna have to make lots of adjustments, especially with the baby slowly growing and such. You’re gonna be a big sister, and you’ll have to be a role model."

"Yea sure, I got that."

"You see, made a breakthrough at the site. They need me there tomorrow."

"Oh…" No wonder Simon was off. It was one of those rare occasions when Simon and his team uncovered a new artifact, an entrance to an ancient historical location, even something as simple as an old emperor’s underpants if memory serves. This meant late nights for her adoptive father, and sometimes a few days without him at home depending on how serious it was. The hype usually lasted two weeks at least, which meant Marcy stepping up even more so for now. "It’s cool, Simon. Don’t sweat it. I got this." She grinned, exposing her gap teeth, to which the man smiled and took he hand.

"Thanks, sweetie. I’ll be counting on you." Simon visibly relaxed and kissed the top of Marcy’s head, standing and putting his glasses on. "Your mother and I talked about it, actually. She said not to worry but I couldn’t help it." The man chuckled, walking to the door. Before either could say anything else, a car horn sounded from outside, with Bonnie’s voice calling out to the dark-haired teen. "Looks like your ride’s here." Simon grinned, stepping aside to let Marcy through. Marcy chuckled, throwing on her jacket and shoving her phone and wallet in her pocket. “Headed out now.” She called back to Simon, jogging downstairs and passing Betty to wave goodbye. “Later, Betty!”

"Don’t stay out too late, dear!" The woman called from the dining room, waving to the teen who responded with a thumbs up before exiting the house.