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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!"
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He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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.
He tiled his head as Simon struggled to describe Gunter. "cool," he responded with a grin, even if he didnt get a proper answer. He ran over to scoop up the crown and offer it to him again. Ice time! Maybe!
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.
He gasped a bit, staring up at the gollum. "holy math! I didn't know you can make one of these!!" He's never made a snow person before! "I gotta try later! I'll make an even cooler one." He laughed and walked up to it. He would be flying up look at it closer, but couldn't do that. "can you make it do stuff?? like dance?"
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???
He went down to pull up some snow at the gollum's feet. Trying to help it!
He stood back up and burst out laughing when it did a shimmy. He clapped. This was the saddest snow gollum he's ever seen! It was great! "it's kinda like you! in a way!" He said between laughs.
"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!"
He gasped dramatically at the challenge. He pointed back with his metal arm. "you're so ON, old man!" He shouted back with a huge grin, with no real spite. "I could totes do better than your little snow guy!!" Though, he really tried to make anything moving with his magic. But he wasn't just gonna back down!
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!"
"WHOOP-!" He caught the crown with both hands, taking a step back and laughing. He threw on the crown.
He looked at where the gollum was, rubbing his chin with his metal claw and thinking. Snow grew from a spot, forming into a leg of a dog and then becoming a statue of a giant snow dog. He floated in front of it to shape the face. It looked like a lopsided Jake with smaller eyes. Once done, he sat on the head and lifted his hands, ice works shooting out of his palm and claw. A big grin on his face.
He looked down to focus on the paws of the statue. Then the statue slooowly lifted his paw and took a step. Finn cheered loudly and took off the crown, throwing it like a frisbee towards Simon. But it just landed on the snow by his feet. "beat THAT!!"
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?"
"Yesss!!" It came out as sort of a hiss. His statue started to become weaker because well, it was snow. He quickly fell down onto the snow on the ground as the head of the snow Jake fell. It soon became just a pile. He laughed, sitting up. Ready to watch Simon do iceworks!!!
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.
"blocks of iced enemies are cool too, I guess."
His eyes followed the firework shot into the sky, mouth open. :^0 "algebraic!" He exclaimed and stared at the picture, eyes big. He turned to look at Simon with a laugh. "you forgot my nose, doofus."
He paused, then realized. "OH! that's flat face me!!" Another him. That was a weird thought!
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."
"I must be the weirdest fella around here!" He poked his own big nose. "you'd look weird in MY world."
That made sense, the drink guy mentioned him looking younger? But it was weird to think about an older version of him. "huh. a kid was kicking iceking's buns? schmowzow."
He thought about it. He had a foggy memory of taking the crown from a pile of bones. "I guess not. I don't remember beating an old guy's butt up."
Pause.. "I did meet a crazy old lady with a flat face, though!" What happened to that old lady again..?
"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!"
"uh, she was SUPER old. and weirdly gray?" He scratched his chin with his metal claw and squinted, looking up and really trying to remember. "big ears too. I bet she heard LOTS of things with those," He added with a laugh. "she lived in a hole too I think?"
He walked over, plopping down beside him. "...iceking was really around a thousand years?" He thought back to that, eyebrows raised and head tilted. He never really thought about that crown effect ever. "do ya think I'm gonna be like that?"
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."
The question was out of curiosity, but the thought of being alone for a thousand and forty or fifty years gave him an awful feeling. He thought back to crazy old lady in the cave. (There was some guilt there, but no memory of what the guilt was about.) He pulled his knees up to his chest, his arms folded on them. His tail curled around his ankle.
He smiled at Simon's response, though. "yeah.. it just means a thousand years of adventures. with plenty of fighting, and saving people." Best not to think too hard about it. His hand hovered over the crown, a way comfort himself somehow.
"well, I gotta visit! who else will save you from your burning microwave dinners??" It wasn't clear if he was joking or not.
"oh, and who's Marceline?"
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.
He took the crown and set it down in front of him. It was just nice to have it close.
"eh, maybe? there's no way I've met her, I haven't seen anybody THAT awesome. maybe that weird old lady was her grandma or somethin. she had a cool gun, but that's it." It was easier to remember things with the fuzziness from the crown dimmed.
He thought, tapping his chin with his metal claw. "maybe that's why I haven't seen any vampires. she's slain them all!" He gestured. That. Was not right. But he didn't know 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!"
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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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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.
He tiled his head as Simon struggled to describe Gunter. "cool," he responded with a grin, even if he didnt get a proper answer. He ran over to scoop up the crown and offer it to him again. Ice time! Maybe!
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.
He gasped a bit, staring up at the gollum. "holy math! I didn't know you can make one of these!!" He's never made a snow person before! "I gotta try later! I'll make an even cooler one." He laughed and walked up to it. He would be flying up look at it closer, but couldn't do that. "can you make it do stuff?? like dance?"
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???
He went down to pull up some snow at the gollum's feet. Trying to help it!
He stood back up and burst out laughing when it did a shimmy. He clapped. This was the saddest snow gollum he's ever seen! It was great! "it's kinda like you! in a way!" He said between laughs.
"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!"
He gasped dramatically at the challenge. He pointed back with his metal arm. "you're so ON, old man!" He shouted back with a huge grin, with no real spite. "I could totes do better than your little snow guy!!" Though, he really tried to make anything moving with his magic. But he wasn't just gonna back down!
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!"
"WHOOP-!" He caught the crown with both hands, taking a step back and laughing. He threw on the crown.
He looked at where the gollum was, rubbing his chin with his metal claw and thinking. Snow grew from a spot, forming into a leg of a dog and then becoming a statue of a giant snow dog. He floated in front of it to shape the face. It looked like a lopsided Jake with smaller eyes. Once done, he sat on the head and lifted his hands, ice works shooting out of his palm and claw. A big grin on his face.
He looked down to focus on the paws of the statue. Then the statue slooowly lifted his paw and took a step. Finn cheered loudly and took off the crown, throwing it like a frisbee towards Simon. But it just landed on the snow by his feet. "beat THAT!!"
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?"
"Yesss!!" It came out as sort of a hiss. His statue started to become weaker because well, it was snow. He quickly fell down onto the snow on the ground as the head of the snow Jake fell. It soon became just a pile. He laughed, sitting up. Ready to watch Simon do iceworks!!!
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.
"blocks of iced enemies are cool too, I guess."
His eyes followed the firework shot into the sky, mouth open. :^0 "algebraic!" He exclaimed and stared at the picture, eyes big. He turned to look at Simon with a laugh. "you forgot my nose, doofus."
He paused, then realized. "OH! that's flat face me!!" Another him. That was a weird thought!
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."
"I must be the weirdest fella around here!" He poked his own big nose. "you'd look weird in MY world."
That made sense, the drink guy mentioned him looking younger? But it was weird to think about an older version of him. "huh. a kid was kicking iceking's buns? schmowzow."
He thought about it. He had a foggy memory of taking the crown from a pile of bones. "I guess not. I don't remember beating an old guy's butt up."
Pause.. "I did meet a crazy old lady with a flat face, though!" What happened to that old lady again..?
"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!"
"uh, she was SUPER old. and weirdly gray?" He scratched his chin with his metal claw and squinted, looking up and really trying to remember. "big ears too. I bet she heard LOTS of things with those," He added with a laugh. "she lived in a hole too I think?"
He walked over, plopping down beside him. "...iceking was really around a thousand years?" He thought back to that, eyebrows raised and head tilted. He never really thought about that crown effect ever. "do ya think I'm gonna be like that?"
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."
The question was out of curiosity, but the thought of being alone for a thousand and forty or fifty years gave him an awful feeling. He thought back to crazy old lady in the cave. (There was some guilt there, but no memory of what the guilt was about.) He pulled his knees up to his chest, his arms folded on them. His tail curled around his ankle.
He smiled at Simon's response, though. "yeah.. it just means a thousand years of adventures. with plenty of fighting, and saving people." Best not to think too hard about it. His hand hovered over the crown, a way comfort himself somehow.
"well, I gotta visit! who else will save you from your burning microwave dinners??" It wasn't clear if he was joking or not.
"oh, and who's Marceline?"
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!"
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He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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.
He tiled his head as Simon struggled to describe Gunter. "cool," he responded with a grin, even if he didnt get a proper answer. He ran over to scoop up the crown and offer it to him again. Ice time! Maybe!
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.
He gasped a bit, staring up at the gollum. "holy math! I didn't know you can make one of these!!" He's never made a snow person before! "I gotta try later! I'll make an even cooler one." He laughed and walked up to it. He would be flying up look at it closer, but couldn't do that. "can you make it do stuff?? like dance?"
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???
He went down to pull up some snow at the gollum's feet. Trying to help it!
He stood back up and burst out laughing when it did a shimmy. He clapped. This was the saddest snow gollum he's ever seen! It was great! "it's kinda like you! in a way!" He said between laughs.
"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!"
He gasped dramatically at the challenge. He pointed back with his metal arm. "you're so ON, old man!" He shouted back with a huge grin, with no real spite. "I could totes do better than your little snow guy!!" Though, he really tried to make anything moving with his magic. But he wasn't just gonna back down!
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!"
"WHOOP-!" He caught the crown with both hands, taking a step back and laughing. He threw on the crown.
He looked at where the gollum was, rubbing his chin with his metal claw and thinking. Snow grew from a spot, forming into a leg of a dog and then becoming a statue of a giant snow dog. He floated in front of it to shape the face. It looked like a lopsided Jake with smaller eyes. Once done, he sat on the head and lifted his hands, ice works shooting out of his palm and claw. A big grin on his face.
He looked down to focus on the paws of the statue. Then the statue slooowly lifted his paw and took a step. Finn cheered loudly and took off the crown, throwing it like a frisbee towards Simon. But it just landed on the snow by his feet. "beat THAT!!"
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?"
"Yesss!!" It came out as sort of a hiss. His statue started to become weaker because well, it was snow. He quickly fell down onto the snow on the ground as the head of the snow Jake fell. It soon became just a pile. He laughed, sitting up. Ready to watch Simon do iceworks!!!
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.
"blocks of iced enemies are cool too, I guess."
His eyes followed the firework shot into the sky, mouth open. :^0 "algebraic!" He exclaimed and stared at the picture, eyes big. He turned to look at Simon with a laugh. "you forgot my nose, doofus."
He paused, then realized. "OH! that's flat face me!!" Another him. That was a weird thought!
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."
"I must be the weirdest fella around here!" He poked his own big nose. "you'd look weird in MY world."
That made sense, the drink guy mentioned him looking younger? But it was weird to think about an older version of him. "huh. a kid was kicking iceking's buns? schmowzow."
He thought about it. He had a foggy memory of taking the crown from a pile of bones. "I guess not. I don't remember beating an old guy's butt up."
Pause.. "I did meet a crazy old lady with a flat face, though!" What happened to that old lady again..?
"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!"
"uh, she was SUPER old. and weirdly gray?" He scratched his chin with his metal claw and squinted, looking up and really trying to remember. "big ears too. I bet she heard LOTS of things with those," He added with a laugh. "she lived in a hole too I think?"
He walked over, plopping down beside him. "...iceking was really around a thousand years?" He thought back to that, eyebrows raised and head tilted. He never really thought about that crown effect ever. "do ya think I'm gonna be like 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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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.
He tiled his head as Simon struggled to describe Gunter. "cool," he responded with a grin, even if he didnt get a proper answer. He ran over to scoop up the crown and offer it to him again. Ice time! Maybe!
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.
He gasped a bit, staring up at the gollum. "holy math! I didn't know you can make one of these!!" He's never made a snow person before! "I gotta try later! I'll make an even cooler one." He laughed and walked up to it. He would be flying up look at it closer, but couldn't do that. "can you make it do stuff?? like dance?"
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???
He went down to pull up some snow at the gollum's feet. Trying to help it!
He stood back up and burst out laughing when it did a shimmy. He clapped. This was the saddest snow gollum he's ever seen! It was great! "it's kinda like you! in a way!" He said between laughs.
"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!"
He gasped dramatically at the challenge. He pointed back with his metal arm. "you're so ON, old man!" He shouted back with a huge grin, with no real spite. "I could totes do better than your little snow guy!!" Though, he really tried to make anything moving with his magic. But he wasn't just gonna back down!
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!"
"WHOOP-!" He caught the crown with both hands, taking a step back and laughing. He threw on the crown.
He looked at where the gollum was, rubbing his chin with his metal claw and thinking. Snow grew from a spot, forming into a leg of a dog and then becoming a statue of a giant snow dog. He floated in front of it to shape the face. It looked like a lopsided Jake with smaller eyes. Once done, he sat on the head and lifted his hands, ice works shooting out of his palm and claw. A big grin on his face.
He looked down to focus on the paws of the statue. Then the statue slooowly lifted his paw and took a step. Finn cheered loudly and took off the crown, throwing it like a frisbee towards Simon. But it just landed on the snow by his feet. "beat THAT!!"
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?"
"Yesss!!" It came out as sort of a hiss. His statue started to become weaker because well, it was snow. He quickly fell down onto the snow on the ground as the head of the snow Jake fell. It soon became just a pile. He laughed, sitting up. Ready to watch Simon do iceworks!!!
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.
"blocks of iced enemies are cool too, I guess."
His eyes followed the firework shot into the sky, mouth open. :^0 "algebraic!" He exclaimed and stared at the picture, eyes big. He turned to look at Simon with a laugh. "you forgot my nose, doofus."
He paused, then realized. "OH! that's flat face me!!" Another him. That was a weird thought!
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."
"I must be the weirdest fella around here!" He poked his own big nose. "you'd look weird in MY world."
That made sense, the drink guy mentioned him looking younger? But it was weird to think about an older version of him. "huh. a kid was kicking iceking's buns? schmowzow."
He thought about it. He had a foggy memory of taking the crown from a pile of bones. "I guess not. I don't remember beating an old guy's butt up."
Pause.. "I did meet a crazy old lady with a flat face, though!" What happened to that old lady again..?

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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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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.
He tiled his head as Simon struggled to describe Gunter. "cool," he responded with a grin, even if he didnt get a proper answer. He ran over to scoop up the crown and offer it to him again. Ice time! Maybe!
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.
He gasped a bit, staring up at the gollum. "holy math! I didn't know you can make one of these!!" He's never made a snow person before! "I gotta try later! I'll make an even cooler one." He laughed and walked up to it. He would be flying up look at it closer, but couldn't do that. "can you make it do stuff?? like dance?"
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???
He went down to pull up some snow at the gollum's feet. Trying to help it!
He stood back up and burst out laughing when it did a shimmy. He clapped. This was the saddest snow gollum he's ever seen! It was great! "it's kinda like you! in a way!" He said between laughs.
"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!"
He gasped dramatically at the challenge. He pointed back with his metal arm. "you're so ON, old man!" He shouted back with a huge grin, with no real spite. "I could totes do better than your little snow guy!!" Though, he really tried to make anything moving with his magic. But he wasn't just gonna back down!
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!"
"WHOOP-!" He caught the crown with both hands, taking a step back and laughing. He threw on the crown.
He looked at where the gollum was, rubbing his chin with his metal claw and thinking. Snow grew from a spot, forming into a leg of a dog and then becoming a statue of a giant snow dog. He floated in front of it to shape the face. It looked like a lopsided Jake with smaller eyes. Once done, he sat on the head and lifted his hands, ice works shooting out of his palm and claw. A big grin on his face.
He looked down to focus on the paws of the statue. Then the statue slooowly lifted his paw and took a step. Finn cheered loudly and took off the crown, throwing it like a frisbee towards Simon. But it just landed on the snow by his feet. "beat THAT!!"
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?"
"Yesss!!" It came out as sort of a hiss. His statue started to become weaker because well, it was snow. He quickly fell down onto the snow on the ground as the head of the snow Jake fell. It soon became just a pile. He laughed, sitting up. Ready to watch Simon do iceworks!!!
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.
"blocks of iced enemies are cool too, I guess."
His eyes followed the firework shot into the sky, mouth open. :^0 "algebraic!" He exclaimed and stared at the picture, eyes big. He turned to look at Simon with a laugh. "you forgot my nose, doofus."
He paused, then realized. "OH! that's flat face me!!" Another him. That was a weird thought!
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!"
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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
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He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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.
He tiled his head as Simon struggled to describe Gunter. "cool," he responded with a grin, even if he didnt get a proper answer. He ran over to scoop up the crown and offer it to him again. Ice time! Maybe!
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.
He gasped a bit, staring up at the gollum. "holy math! I didn't know you can make one of these!!" He's never made a snow person before! "I gotta try later! I'll make an even cooler one." He laughed and walked up to it. He would be flying up look at it closer, but couldn't do that. "can you make it do stuff?? like dance?"
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???
He went down to pull up some snow at the gollum's feet. Trying to help it!
He stood back up and burst out laughing when it did a shimmy. He clapped. This was the saddest snow gollum he's ever seen! It was great! "it's kinda like you! in a way!" He said between laughs.
"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!"
He gasped dramatically at the challenge. He pointed back with his metal arm. "you're so ON, old man!" He shouted back with a huge grin, with no real spite. "I could totes do better than your little snow guy!!" Though, he really tried to make anything moving with his magic. But he wasn't just gonna back down!
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!"
"WHOOP-!" He caught the crown with both hands, taking a step back and laughing. He threw on the crown.
He looked at where the gollum was, rubbing his chin with his metal claw and thinking. Snow grew from a spot, forming into a leg of a dog and then becoming a statue of a giant snow dog. He floated in front of it to shape the face. It looked like a lopsided Jake with smaller eyes. Once done, he sat on the head and lifted his hands, ice works shooting out of his palm and claw. A big grin on his face.
He looked down to focus on the paws of the statue. Then the statue slooowly lifted his paw and took a step. Finn cheered loudly and took off the crown, throwing it like a frisbee towards Simon. But it just landed on the snow by his feet. "beat THAT!!"
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?"
"Yesss!!" It came out as sort of a hiss. His statue started to become weaker because well, it was snow. He quickly fell down onto the snow on the ground as the head of the snow Jake fell. It soon became just a pile. He laughed, sitting up. Ready to watch Simon do 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
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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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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.
He tiled his head as Simon struggled to describe Gunter. "cool," he responded with a grin, even if he didnt get a proper answer. He ran over to scoop up the crown and offer it to him again. Ice time! Maybe!
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.
He gasped a bit, staring up at the gollum. "holy math! I didn't know you can make one of these!!" He's never made a snow person before! "I gotta try later! I'll make an even cooler one." He laughed and walked up to it. He would be flying up look at it closer, but couldn't do that. "can you make it do stuff?? like dance?"
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???
He went down to pull up some snow at the gollum's feet. Trying to help it!
He stood back up and burst out laughing when it did a shimmy. He clapped. This was the saddest snow gollum he's ever seen! It was great! "it's kinda like you! in a way!" He said between laughs.
"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!"
He gasped dramatically at the challenge. He pointed back with his metal arm. "you're so ON, old man!" He shouted back with a huge grin, with no real spite. "I could totes do better than your little snow guy!!" Though, he really tried to make anything moving with his magic. But he wasn't just gonna back down!
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!"
"WHOOP-!" He caught the crown with both hands, taking a step back and laughing. He threw on the crown.
He looked at where the gollum was, rubbing his chin with his metal claw and thinking. Snow grew from a spot, forming into a leg of a dog and then becoming a statue of a giant snow dog. He floated in front of it to shape the face. It looked like a lopsided Jake with smaller eyes. Once done, he sat on the head and lifted his hands, ice works shooting out of his palm and claw. A big grin on his face.
He looked down to focus on the paws of the statue. Then the statue slooowly lifted his paw and took a step. Finn cheered loudly and took off the crown, throwing it like a frisbee towards Simon. But it just landed on the snow by his feet. "beat 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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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.
He tiled his head as Simon struggled to describe Gunter. "cool," he responded with a grin, even if he didnt get a proper answer. He ran over to scoop up the crown and offer it to him again. Ice time! Maybe!
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.
He gasped a bit, staring up at the gollum. "holy math! I didn't know you can make one of these!!" He's never made a snow person before! "I gotta try later! I'll make an even cooler one." He laughed and walked up to it. He would be flying up look at it closer, but couldn't do that. "can you make it do stuff?? like dance?"
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???
He went down to pull up some snow at the gollum's feet. Trying to help it!
He stood back up and burst out laughing when it did a shimmy. He clapped. This was the saddest snow gollum he's ever seen! It was great! "it's kinda like you! in a way!" He said between laughs.
"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!"
He gasped dramatically at the challenge. He pointed back with his metal arm. "you're so ON, old man!" He shouted back with a huge grin, with no real spite. "I could totes do better than your little snow guy!!" Though, he really tried to make anything moving with his magic. But he wasn't just gonna back down!
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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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.
He tiled his head as Simon struggled to describe Gunter. "cool," he responded with a grin, even if he didnt get a proper answer. He ran over to scoop up the crown and offer it to him again. Ice time! Maybe!
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.
He gasped a bit, staring up at the gollum. "holy math! I didn't know you can make one of these!!" He's never made a snow person before! "I gotta try later! I'll make an even cooler one." He laughed and walked up to it. He would be flying up look at it closer, but couldn't do that. "can you make it do stuff?? like dance?"
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???
He went down to pull up some snow at the gollum's feet. Trying to help it!
He stood back up and burst out laughing when it did a shimmy. He clapped. This was the saddest snow gollum he's ever seen! It was great! "it's kinda like you! in a way!" He said between laughs.

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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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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.
He tiled his head as Simon struggled to describe Gunter. "cool," he responded with a grin, even if he didnt get a proper answer. He ran over to scoop up the crown and offer it to him again. Ice time! Maybe!
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.
He gasped a bit, staring up at the gollum. "holy math! I didn't know you can make one of these!!" He's never made a snow person before! "I gotta try later! I'll make an even cooler one." He laughed and walked up to it. He would be flying up look at it closer, but couldn't do that. "can you make it do stuff?? like dance?"
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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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.
He tiled his head as Simon struggled to describe Gunter. "cool," he responded with a grin, even if he didnt get a proper answer. He ran over to scoop up the crown and offer it to him again. Ice time! Maybe!
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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
"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.
His eyebrows raised. "you used to kidnap people? with your skinny arms?" It didn't click that he did that when he had the crown. Let's not mention Finn also kidnaps people. He laughed.
"is he like a BIG penguin?? that is weeeird." He listened and set the penguin down, patting it's head. Seeing the penguin waddle away, he kept laughing.
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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.
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.
He furrowed his eyebrows at that concern. "so...?" He sorta understood the whole avoiding Gunther because they haven't seen eachother in a long time, but they were just in the same kingdom as him. "are you banned or something? is he super scary?" He glanced up at the fortress. "I guess we can skedaddle if he comes out."
He gasped, seeing one of the penguins. Dropping the crown, he ran over and picked it up. "HAHA a bird!! look at it!!' He held it up. Oh, Glob.
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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
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!"
He looked down at Simon, curious, still going towards the kingdom. What was he screaming about? "why would I drop you?" The thought of accidentally dropping Simon didn't come to mind. He giggled at his ridiculousness. "your specs are gonna fall, bud!" He warned.
Soon, he set Simon down on the snow and he landed beside him. He took off the crown, tapping on it.

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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!!
He watched with anticipation as he stared at the crown. Listening to Simon, his mouth agape. His crown wasn't that bad, was it? "wha-?" Then his expression changed to a huge grin and he hopped off his chair. "MATHEMATICAL!!! dont listen to those ding dongs!!!!" He cheered, lifting his arms. He grabbed Simon's arm and beelined towards the door. "let's go let's go!!" He encouraged. Excited for Simon to try out more ice magic!!
simon jolted when finn jumped up, eyes which had been focused off into space turning to stare at the boy as he- cheered? a weird mix of apprehension and excitement swirled inside of simon, worry battling with glee at being supported in his endeavors. a wide toothy grin spread across his face, and before he knew it he was being dragged outside.
encouragement made something strong well up in simons chest, a feeling he couldnt describe. both awful and wonderful as he stumbled out of the bar, the buzz from the crown much stronger than his drink.
lifting a hand to catch the crown that sat atop his head, simin laughed. the noise crackling with excitement and more reminiscent of ice king than himself. but- was there really a difference?
He laughed with him, quieter now without the crown. It was odd not hearing the whispers of ice and snow, but the crown was in his sight, so he was okay.
Stopped dragging Simon when at a clearer spot in the kingdom. He let go and backed away from Simon. "go ahead! freeze something!" He gestured.
catching himself before he could fall, and the crown with him, simon turned to look at finn. he seemed surprised, blinking wide white eyes. "freeze something?-" he echoed, then he turned, glancing at the area around him. a few curious candy citizens were milling about but otherwise, it was just foliage and dirt. and one, seemingly abandoned stall. wiggling his fingers, simon lifted a hand and fixed his glases. eyeing the very unassuming booth.
squinting his eyes, simon held up his hand. chills rippled down his arm and then before he could really think about it, he sent a bolt of ice at the booth. freezing it .. and shattering it in the process.
that'll serve that darn goose !
He jumped, surprised by the shattering. But he still cheered, his arms up again. His metal one squeaked. "show that booth who's boss!!" He let out another laugh. Tail wagging!! "what else? what else??" His arms went back to his sides. "flying? iceworks? snow?" Iceworks, like fire works but. Ice.
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."
"right. pft." Right, this world wasn't a wasteland like his home. He didn't want these candy people getting hurt! He couldn't believe he didn't think of that.
Memories flashed to back when he first put on the crown. The lightning, the destruction, his family's terrified faces. He shook his head a bit and the memories faded quickly.
"ohh??" He did want to check out the ice kingdom! "I can fly us there! faster than a lame boat." He held out his hand, for his crown.
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.
He stared at Simon as he thought, frowning with impatience. He thought about just grabbing the crown back, but he let him think.
He grinned once he was handed the crown and quickly threw it on, hissing with freezing cold breath. "let's go to the ICE KINGDOM!!" Excited!!! His voice was back to being screech-y. He floated up, turning to be horizontal. Then he moved his arms under Simon's upper arms and held onto him tightly. He ZOOMED up into the sky!!
Once in the sky, he started flying slower, towards the ice kingdom. "I was thinkin, about the choice stuff, and I think I want to choose my own name! I don't like "snowman" anymore! how bout PRINCE of FROST?" Like he totally made that up himself.
He was looking all around their surroundings curiously. "algebraic..." after at least a minute of this, he remembered what Simon said. "huh???? you and Gunter aren't pals?"
- the SNOWMAN ( @farmingtime )
'algebraic' when was the last time he heard his universe's finn say that? simon pulled the door shut behind himself, his arms moving to rest awkwardly at his sides as he turned to face the human city. it was... the same as always. weird future-humans milling about in odd outfits, brightly colored electronic signs, and awfully loud hovering vehicle noises.
"whuh? oh-" he looked uncomfortable for a moment, before patting himself down. "we- dont talk anymore. hes grown up now. and im.. different." he looked sad for a moment, eyeing finn's crown behind round glasses that concealed white pupils. he was too weird to fit into the humans, and not weird enough for the other people of Ooo.
a 'perfect' middle ground.
he was cursed.
"oh." A small part of Finn understood that, but he didn't exactly want to accept that things can change like that. He rubbed his metal arm awkwardly.
Glancing around again, mouth slightly open... He did notice that this guy looked kinda different from other humans. But.
"they don't have noses either!" He suddenly exclaimed, receiving a few looks.
when was the last time he spoke to gunter? that gathering at marceline's place? his apology tour? was it- was it years ago?
he knew it wasnt recently. it wasnt gunters fault at all! no. but their wish, whatever they had wished for, had turned them into a mock version of hi- ice king. gunter could speak now. they were married. had simon even gone..? a part of him thinks so, but another part of him- the one that was awake right now, felt sick at the idea.
jolting out of his spiral at the sound of finn's voice (he had almost forgotten finn was with him-) he turned and, exhaled in a halfhearted chuckle. "you're only partially correct, future-humans are evolved. most of them, including my universes finn, only have three fingers!" he explained excitedly, as if this was exciting and not absolutely horrifying knowledge. "during my time, humans had five fingers!"
He noticed him jolt, but didn't say anyrhing. His eyebrows raised and his mouth stayed open :^0 as he listened. He looked down at his own fingers. Four. He wiggled them. "that's BAN-NAY-NAYS! imagine how much finger action on the flute you can have with FIVE fingers!" Is what he got from this fact. Less horrifying to him, just plain weird. What a lame evolvement. He continued to stare at the future-humans. "cool hats."
hearing finns statement, simon felt a smile spread across his face showing of his teeth which were sharp despite his current state. "i suppose you are right, more fingers could lend for more notes at once.. i never really thought about it! i play the keyboard- ive always played with three fingers- and a thumb. cause technically thumbs are under a different classification-" he wiggled his fingers, the idea of indulging in his hobby had faded with time thanks due his spiraling depression,, but all of a sudden he had the urge to play!
"i wonder if dirtbeer guy still has a keyboard at his bar.."
"whaaat?! thumbs aren't fingers?!" A shocking fact, for sure.
"EXACTLYY!" He exclaimed. "you can make the perfect jam with five whole fingers!" Music jam.
He grinned widely at that last statement, more excited now. Music time! "LETS GO!" He started flying. In the wrong direction to the bar.
"well they are but its also complica-" he cut himself off as finn exclaimed his excitement. it was- nice! to have someone who mirrored his interests! and also- had his crown. if he could just...
when finn flew off simon yelped, "wait!- the bars not that way!" he began jogging after him, "the bar is on the ground!!-" how was he supposed to catch someone who could fly???
He stopped after a moment, hearing the guy yelling. He let out a loud laugh as he slowly descended back to ground. The laugh was almost maniacal, but that was just due to the crown madness. "where is it, then? I wanna make some jams!!!"
stumbling to a halt, hands on his knees, simon heaved. he still wasnt used too how much running his body used to do. how was he ever able to keep up with finn and jake in their prime??
the kids laughter- bordering on manic- made simon flinch, eyes lifting up to him as he landed back on the ground. "it uh- its down in the candy kingdom. just a boatride away." he pointed towards the edge of the floating city, where a boat was drifting loosely in the air. "its not to bad after all couple rides."
He looked at least a little apologetic when seeing him heave.
"candy kingdom?" That got his attention. He then turned to look at the floating boat and frowned at that. "wheres the water?" Aren't boats supposed to be on water? He didn't exactly understand this new place just yet. He started beeline towards it, walking now.
"yeah!- the candy kingdom is just down- south? i think." he stood up, back cracking as he stretched his arms, shaking feeling back into his body. after a moment he began to follow finn, though now he was moving a bit faster than before. "uh- well, the water is on the ground. mostly." he began, "were in the 'hooman' city, its built on a giant floating disk- mostly to keep the humans safe." he didnt sound one bit pleased about that.
"theres the candy kingdom! thats were princess bubblegum lives. the fire kingdom- flame princess rules that kingdom. the slime kingdom, i think slime princess is still in rule..? there is the library kingdom- turtle princess rules that kingdom, breakfast kingdom- and... the.. ice kingdom."
"oh!!" To keep humans safe. He liked that. It almost didn't sound real, a floating city!
On the edge of the city, he stared at the kingdoms with big eyes as he described them. "mathematical!" He let out another, smaller laugh. "the ice kingdoms sounds COOL." Pun intended. He then noticed how dismissive Simon was about it. "well not THAT cool."
"it is pretty amazing." he said as he climbed into the boat. the driver looked a bit more than skeptical (perhaps worried?) at the sight of finn but then turned to do his job. the pun while not lost on simon, seemed to only made him cringe. his shoulders shifting to raise slightly as he sat down in the boat. he hesitated before gesturing for finn to join him.
"..it certainly is cold." he said quietly, back when he had first been.. cured, marceline had caught him more than a couple times standing out in the snow that bordered her cave. she would usher him inside and worry over him for hours, even if he had assured her he didnt feel even the slightest bit sick. "
He plopped down on the boat, it wobbling just a bit. He could've easily flown down, but he didn't want to.
He either didn't notice or just ignored the look from the driver. He leaned over to stare at the kingdom they were heading towards. On the edge of falling off the boat, holding onto the wood with both hands. "I bet! cold's nice." He had a feeling he would like the ice kingdom. It wasn't as snowy back home as he'd like.
"you like the cold?" he began small talk, though it felt awkward as he shifted to look over the edge as well. his eyes moving towards the ice kingdom- it was alot spiker than he would have liked, though- he supposed it want his anymore, was it? it was alot more, wild. gunter was a- well, he wasnt quite sure what they were anymore. "im not supposed to go into the cold, my.. uh- therapist says its not good for me." he tore his eyes from the sparkling city to instead look apon the approaching candy one.
"yeah! makes my head feel nice." The crown was always comforted in the cold. So Finn felt fine. If it was too hot, it panicked. Like when the microwave dinner was burning earlier.
He thought the ice kingdom looked algebraic! Reminded him of his own little empire of frost. "awh. your therapist sounds lame. whatever that is."
"..yeah, me too." he said faintly, his fingers dug into his pants as he frowned. it didnt take much for him to want to go back, did it? after everything, after fionna and cake trying to help him, after.. betty... his shoulders tensed further and he squeezed the thought out of his head. "haha, i mean! i wouldnt speak so lowly of her, considering shes your-" he hesitated.
maybe it wasnt a good idea to talk about minerva.
"its like a.. someone who helps you feel better."
He adjusted his crown absentmindedly. He then turned from staring at the candy kingdom to looking at Simon. "my huh?" He asked.
"ohhhhhh. Gunther must be my therapist then!!" Sure, Gunther wasn't the most emotionally helpful "person", but he was basically his only friend. And he let Finn pet his belly sometimes.
"wh-" he made a face reflecting the mix of worry and hilarity that the idea that gunter could be a therapist. though, he supposed jake was good to talk too- if.. he was still.. hm.
maybe jake was finns therapist. because finn certainly seemed out of it recently.
"you know what- yeah." he shifted with the boat as it landed, pushing himself to his feet before stepping out of the vehicle. "i suppose gunter had been like that for me too- though, i think i saw them more as my.. kid." he cleared his throat and then shifted to look towards the city. when was the last time he left the human city that wasnt to get drunk?
"well, therapists make you feel better, and Gunther makes me feel better!" He explained to him.
He floated off the boat, not trusting himself to actually step out. He looked around the kingdom, amazed. Then responded to Simon, "huh. Gunther is kinda like my bro. a bossy one, hehah."
As they walked around, he paused, staring at a wall made of candy. Gears turning in his head. He then leaned over and licked the wall. Oh, Glob.
"flawless logic." he replied without a bit of sarcasm. in a world like Ooo, that sort of logic honestly made sense. especially with... dentist.
"yeah, i bet! i never had any siblings but ive had bossy roommates! she sucked" he smiled, though the thought of pim only made his smile drop. if it wasnt for her he wouldnt be here. glob. rubbing his eyes, simon pulled his glasses off and wiped them off on the edge of his sleeve. "anyway- dirtbeer guy's bar is-" he turned and blinked at finn. after a brief moment of his brain deciding it didnt want to work, he barked out a laugh. "just- just dont eat any of the moving ones." he said through his laughter.
"yeah, Gunther kinda ducks sometimes too."
With a huge grin, he took a bite out of the wall. It was delicious! He hadn't eaten good food in awhile. But he was satisfied with his giant bite of wall and went back to following Simon. He was laughing just because the other was. "no eating the moving ones. you got it!"
"oh? why does gunter suck?" he prompted, hands coming to rest against his sides, idly patting his suit pants as he began the quick walk to dirtbeer guys bar. he could already see it only a block or so away, it wasnt like the candy kingdom had many places so open to the general public. "also, when we get inside try not to eat any of the furniture."
"he's always talking bout the crystal book. I get that we need it to save all the humans, but it's all he talks about!" He complained, gesturing as he walked. "and he won't let me zap that jerk Big Destiny."
He frowned at that. "aww, what?"
"..crystal book." simon muttered as he approached the door to the bar. hadnt finn said something about the book 'working' earlier? sure there were alot of magical artifacts in Ooo, but how many magical books could there be? unease settled heavy on simon's shoulders. because there was only one book he had knowledge of that could even possibly attempt alternate timeline travel.
the enchiridion.
"eh- whos big destiny?" the name was familiar- but he hadnt really kept up with anyone from farmworld after they all went home. prismo had finally scrambled to clean up his mess after he realized they had attempted to move into simons universe.
"more like a big JERK." He scowled. "he's a gang leader who.. uh." He blinked. What did Big Destiny do again? Something horrible, wasn't it? It slipped his mind. "he's just bad. and mad uglies. he's nicer now, I guess, and helps Gunther but I still don't like him."
He glanced around. Now he really wanted to eat the furniture. But he didn't!
"eesh, whatever he did it musta been real awful." simon nodded along as finn spoke, even if he didnt give the best (or most clear..) answer to his question. "he sounds like a wad-" he moved over towards the bar, sitting in his usual spot. "what were you wanting? dirtbeer guy has some milkshakes if you've got a hankering for sweets." he offered.
why had they come here again?
He nodded a bunch in agreement. "a big wad." He climbed onto the chair and perked up at the mention of milkshakes. "milkshake!" He exclaimed.
"do you think they have a flute here too? we can be a two person band!" He suggested.
"nice! what flavor? i prefer chocolate but they have some other flavors too." he pat the bar counter idly as he waited for the bartender as he was milling about with the other customers. "wh- oh ! a flute, right we came here to play!" he stood- then paused, glancing around the bar. after a moment. the bar had remodeled recently, he thinks, cause the old karaoke area isnt there anymore.
"hm.. hey! dirtbeer guy!" he called waving his arm to get the small candy-citizen's attention.
he blinked and then looked surprised. "oh! simon, you look like you're in a good mood today!"
"chocolate's good, but I want vanilla," he answered with a giant grin. He tapped on the counter with rhythm. "yeah! we were gonna make jams!"
He stopped his tapping when Dirtbeer Guy walked up. He stared curiously at the walking and talking root beer. "are you actually a drink?" He asked.
"eyuck.." he mumbled at thought of a vanilla milkshake. he couldnt see the appeal. "oh! yeah i guess i am!" he replied to the mug, watching as he climbed up into the area behind the bar.
"oh? i mean, i used to be. im mostly dirt now." he smiled at f- FINN!? dropping the glass he had been holding, he stared at finn before turning to simon then back to finn. "wh- finn! what have you been using! you look so- young!"
"two milkshakes!" he blurted before finn could speak. "one vanilla one chocolate, and my usual." he added in a quieter tone. then smiled. "oh! also what ever happened to the karaoke stage?"
"hm, dirt drink. gross," he muttered before the mug realized who he was.
He blinked, a blank expression on his face when Simon blurted out. He was all sorts of confused. But he was happy he was getting a milkshake. He went back to smiling.
"yeah! where is it?!" He added to Simon's question. "we're gonna be a band!"
"haha, yeah." dirtbeer guy nodded before walking off and returning with two shakes.
"calling us a band is a bit of a jump-" simon began as dirtbeer guy set the drinks down. one in front of simon, the other in front of finn. simon hesitantly grabbed his glass, wincing at the temperature before giving it a sip. it. was a milkshake. nothing special.
grabbing a small glass, dirtbeer guy turned to finn and smiled. "oh well, its been a long time since simons used it- and after a while no one else was interested either, so we got the place remodeled." he explained with a wave of his rag, setting the glass down to grab the olives. "we have a jukebox in the back, but i think most of the karaoke buzz has moved up to the human city."
Finn excitedly chugged his milkshake. When it was half way empty, he slammed the cup down and let out a sigh, his breath freezing cold. He happily tapped on the glass with his claws.
"then I guess we gotta find our noisemakers in the human city?" He meant instruments. "or you can sing, and my mouth can be my instrument!" He made a 'pbbbt' sound.
simon was regretting getting a milkshake. it was quickly begining to melt in his hands- not literally of course, but the condensation was growing and he was quickly growing uncomfortable. disgusted, even. he shoved it out of the way and instead reached for the whiskey dirtbeer guy had poured for him. he was happy to find it was already lukewarm, the olives and onions swirling in the glass.
he swallowed it down in one gulp, then he turned to finn. "like an acapella group?" he quirked his brow.
He gave a frown of disgust when seeing him drink that. "bleh." He chugged the rest of his milkshake. He had noticed Simon pushing away his own milkshake, so he took it. More milkshake for Finn.
Before he started drinking it, he responded, "is that what that's called?? yeah!! we can do that! we can be ah, the white haired bros!"
seeing finn take his milkshake- simon bristled, but aside from looking upset he didnt make a move to take it back. he had pushed it away hadnt he?
"absolutely not, that name is buns." simon looked at finn, then himself. "how about two cool dudes."
Finn took a sip of the milkshake and paused. Then he burst out laughing at the stupid pun. "genius! THAT one is tops!!"
He continued chugging the stolen milkshake and slammed that on down, too, when done.
"yeah!" simon grinned, a shiver of age old excitement racing down his spine. he hadnt had actual fun in years. maybe this was the universe giving him a chance to, what- relive the good ole' days?
"we should go to my old place and see if my drumset is still-" he moved to stand up, only to halt. what was he doing? his drumset? it was ice kings drumset. and he wasnt ice king. "uh- nevermind." he slumped back into his chair, eyeing his empty glass.
He got excited about the idea of getting the drumset, tapping the counter quicklg. But he stopped and his smile lowered when Simon changed his mind.
"why not?" A mix disappointment and curiosity.
staring at the counter as if it was the most interesting thing he had ever looked at, simon mumbled something under his breath. "it uh- its not mine anymore." he lifted a hand and rubbed the side of his head, a dull but persistent ache growing inside his skull. "i shouldnt intrude. gunther probably doesn't even want to see me.."
Finn furrowed his eyebrows, staring at him. He was never going to understand this sad old man. "why would he not want to see you? he's kinda your kid, isn't he? he probably wouldn't mind too much if we borrowed the drums."
"i- im different. im not the guy he remembers." he said without really elaborating. at least until finn continued with his questions. "i barely even remember-" his shoulders slumped and he leaned down until his forehead was resting against the cool wood of the counter. "uugh- i dont know how to explain. the drums are his now anyway- if anything we'd have better luck getting my old synthesizer from marceline.."
Pausing. Maybe he did understand a little bit. "right. you both grew up. that sucks," he sympathized. "my memory's all donked too! it's hard to think back when I was ah- less blue." He used to be different too. He wondered if what the people he used to know thought of him now. Hm. Probably saw him as a cool hero!
He nodded with a smile to that idea. "wowzer, you play a lot of instruments."
"yeah.."
that was.. a new perspective. they both grew up, he.. he supposed in a way he had. hadnt he? it.. it was almost comforting, thinking about it as if he had just grown up.
oh. that was something he was both painfully aware of, and a stranger too. it was weird- knowing he had the memories, that they are inside his head, and yet.. not being able to feel them in the moment. "it helps to talk to people." he spoke despite himself. "especially people you care about."
"and- i.. i guess i do? i mean, i havent touched the drums or my old synthesizer in almost thirteen years.."
"yeah, that does help! Gunther likes to remind me of things I forget." Was it obvious Gunther was basically his only friend? Sometimes, he would get distracted when he went out to take folks to his Empire of Frost, but Gunther would remind him of their goals. He was nice, like that.
"woah." 13 years was loong to a 15 year old. "couldn't be that hard to relearn!" He tapped on the counter like he was playing a keyboard, but he didn't really know how to play one.
"do you not talk to anyone else?" he was starting to grow wary that finn had no one but jake, but at the same time.. jake was a good guy. and if anyone could keep finn safe and almost-sane it was his brother. "what about princess bubblegum?" er- wait, did his universe even have a bubblegum?
"oh- im sure i could relearn it quick, its just-" he didnt want to face gunter....
"there's Big Destiny, I GUESS, but all he does is mutter and drool. eugh. and that sword guy HATES me." The 'sword guy', Bobby, was mostly stuck in ice, no wonder he hated him. He raised an eyebrow at the other name. "who what? she sounds SWEET." He let out a giggle, his giggling manic.
thats rough, buddy.
"well- yes she is. but only physically." his own smile wobbled at the others laughter. "she's the one that rules this kingdom- we uh, we are on better terms now, but i- ice king. wasnt always the nicest to be around."
"is she made of bubblegum?" He asked, his mouth open in surprise. "oh, right! we don't have princesses or kingdoms in my world! just prophets and gangs and stuff. and my empire of frost."
He got curious when Ice King was mentioned. "you were called Ice King? haha radical!! people just yell 'Snowman' when they see me!" He paused. "well your name now is probably just as cool! whatever it is-"
"ye-up." he finished with a pop of his mouth, not really that surprised anymore that finn didnt have her or any of the other fairytale kingdoms. his world, if farmworld was anything similar. was bleak and awful. "prophets?" that did get his attention, though- after what he experienced he wasnt really surprised there were nut cases there. though.. without a bubblegum, it did make simon.. curious. after all, marceline had been born prior to the war. surely she was somewhere?
"ehe- eh.. yeah. 'the ice king'." he brushed his white streak out of his face and stood. "snowman, eh? why not ice prince? or 'the prince of frost'." he was definitely being a bit of a jerk right now, but- "my name is simon. uh, simon petrikov." he gave finn a studying look before adding. "i had a crown just like yours, til some twelve years ago i got eaten by god."
"yeah. the prophets didn't use real magic, though. they were lying ding dongs." Somebody told him that, right? He didn't quite remember who did.
He turned his chair to face Simon, a little insulted. "well, I didn't chooose the name! it's what they call me. those names are too fancy smancy for me anyway."
He leaned forward, interested when Simon said he was eaten by a god?! "whaat?! did it eat your crown too?!"
he wasnt fond of people who faked magic either. magic was a difficult thing, something he had a very.. complicated relationship with. he knew others did too, if.. if only he still talked to them.
"my apologies." he said with a bow of his head, still. 'the snowman' sounded alot more intimidating than he assumed finn was hoping for. leaning against the counter, simon let out a exhale. tension in his shoulders. yet, it was best to talk about it, wasnt it? thats what minerva had been telling him to do. "yeah, it did. sucked all the magic right out." his bittersweet smile fell. "..and then it ate my princess."
He gasped at that with big eyes. "you lost your princess AND your magic?!?! thats so sad!!" He felt genuinely sad for Simon. He leaned over to pat his back with his metal hand, as kinda way to comfort him. "I'm sorry.."
He sat back down and glanced up at his crown. Hm... He did want to be helpful. And it wasn't like he needed it now, nobody around them needed to be protected by him. He reached up with both hands, slowly taking the crown off. Breathing to help get used to not hearing those whispers. It'd been so long since he's had it off.
Then, he offered it to Simon. "you can borrow it. just remember to give it back, it'll miss me!" His voice was much less screech-y, but still off from normal Finn's voice.