#I only care about prismo and scarab

[smokin-corn]

Never once did I think I’d be so into drawing adventure time related art

U know it’s bad if I’m making an au

[fritz-fandoms]

yall i gotta ask. I wanna make a fanfic for the prohibited wish ship. and I heard ppl toss around the idea of an office au. I'd like to do it but I'm not 100% sure how. Like I know a general idea but also, would their names still be the same or should I come up with my own names for them? Should I rewatch adventure time and fionna and cake episodes to make some of the characters I haven't seen in a while more accurate to their personality? At which point do these characters just end up being a new OC but taking up space on a preexisting character?

[sunrise-imagines]

ill do anything for something about Prismo, relationship Hcs or PDA Hcs, I don't care if it's sfw or nsfw, I love Prismo

Of course! Prismo is such an underrated character, Im so glad he’s getting more screen time and I can’t wait to find out more lore like who’s his boss! I’ll keep it SFW for now, but feel free to send in another ask for some spicier headcanons ;) Enjoy!

Prismo the Wishmaster x Reader General Headcanons

• I hope your love language is receiving gifts because hoo boy he is constantly showering you with presents

• Saw something you liked in a store but didn’t have enough money to get it? Bam, it’s right there in front of you. Craving a specific food? Here’s five servings of it.

• It gets to the point where you have to tell him to dial it back a bit, because getting everything you want whenever you want it can start to make life a bit anticlimactic.

• On a more serious note, part of the reason why he gives you so many things is because he’s afraid that you might leave. I mean yeah,he’s an extra-dimensional godlike being, but he’s also very lonely because of this and hasn’t had many serious relationships in his life. This has caused to think that the only way to keep you with him is to grant your every wish. He needs you to reassure him that you love him for who he is, and you don’t need all those things to want to be with him.

• Like Scarab, he can take on a human-like physical form sometimes, though this form is harder for him to maintain as he does it a lot less often than Scarab. In this form, he has dark skin, curly pink hair and bright blue eyes like he usually does, and he wears a comfortable pink kurta and pants.

• He uses this form for physical intimacy, which you’ll have help to teach him as he isn’t familiar with all the different ways humans show affection.

• “So this is how a hug feels! Haha, it’s a little weird, but I like it!”

• His TV isn’t just for watching over the multiverse, he can also pull up programs from any universe to watch, so expect regular movie nights/binge watching shows

• He also loves playing board games! He’s really good at them too, though he’s not that competitive. He just has a lot of time to practice

• If you started dating when Jake was alive, then he loves to hang out with both of you! Nothing is better than chilling with his partner and his best friend.

• Makes special batches of pickles just for you, and asks you to sample different flavors and give him notes on what to adjust.

• In the most non-stalking way, he likes to keep an eye on you whenever you go back to your universe. He just wants to make sure you’re safe, and if you ever told him you’re uncomfortable with this he’d definitely stop asap.

• He’ll only step in if he sees you in serious trouble, zapping you to the time room to get you out of whatever situation is causing you distress.

• For my trans, nonbinary and gender non-conforming folks, he is of course accepting of all gender identities, and if you aren’t happy with how your body or features look he’d be happy to change them for you! Only with your absolute complete consent though, he doesn’t want to permanently change anything about you unless you are absolutely sure it’s what you want. And of course, he’ll still love you no matter what you look like <3

[wormedrabidnerd]

Man, I love this new headcanon going around about Scarab having his wings ripped off by some of his bosses and that being one of the reasons why he's so strict and focused on his job.

Cuz like, we hear him flutter, but we never see him fly or show his wings even tho scarab beetles have wings. We see how Orbo gets physically violent with him when he says he's only trying to do his job and then Orbo threatens him with destroying his legs and how literally NO ONE takes him seriously. He genuinely sounds so scared of Orbo...

For Scarab there ARE consequences for his actions, bad or good. Doesn't matter. He's always at the edge of the situation no matter what. Like, I LOVE Prismo, bro cool as hell, but...he has pretty privilege.

Brother did illegal shit and literally no one cared, no one gave a shit EVEN when told by Scarab, a man focused ONLY on his job.

I really wanna see more fanfics about it and the conflict between Prismo and Scarab about this topic. Like, let's be honest, Scarab would never be so chill about Prismo so fast like they showed in the series. Bro was going through shit so fucked up I doubt he'd start writing fanfics with Prismo immediately after being DEMOTED and PITIED ON cuz Mr. Prismo was like "omg poor Scrabby pls give him another opportunity 🥺"

Need to see that angst about how badly treated he is, need to see him MAD, ANXIOUS, SAD, SCARED, HAVING SELF WORTH ISSUES, IDENTITY ISSUES + the wing headcanon? Girl dinner

Broski would YELL at Prismo that he lost everything because Prismo thought he'd be "happy" about writing shit on a laptop and cleaning like he doesn't have some self respect, bro would be DISTRAUGHT.

Like, ppl are setting for the "exes to lovers" trope when they were never close enough to have such a relationship. Scarab doesn't feel embarrassed that Prismo calls him "Scrabby", he's uncomfortable cuz Prismo doesn't know him enough to be calling him that.

Prismo, in fact, ignored Scarab, didn't invite him to parties and called him a "jerk". You'd tell me he said he'd invite him, but that was purely a distraction, too.

I totally prefer their relationship to be romantic cuz I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers, but pls build it up first 🙏

[just-barely-a-somebody]

I’ve got a take on a prohibitedwish/fionna and cake pirate au that I thought of while listening to music and will never write a full fic for, so I just wanted to write out the ideas I had for funsies

It starts at night when Scarab, a feared pirate captain, kidnaps Prismo, son of the navy’s head general, to be used as a bargaining chip to save Jake from being hung.

Prismo has befriended an owl (Cosmic Owl ofc) and it follows them as Prismo’s taken away. On the ship, Fionna and Simon are ready for when he returns and they have Prismo tied to the mast to be clearly visible.

With no better way to help, Cosmic Owl attempts fly in and attack Scarab. It isn’t very effective when Scarab manages to grab Cosmic Owl by the claws. Scarab questions Prismo about the owl and Prismo panics to explain that Cosmic Owl was some of his only company.

Begrudgingly, Scarab sends Fionna to get something from below deck. Fionna returns with a small pouch. Scarab takes a pinch of colored dust from the pouch and blows it into Cosmic Owl’s face. Prismo’s worried about how it might hurt his eyes when Cosmic Owl sputters and is now *magically* able to speak (the first thing he says is probably yelling at Scarab to let them go or something before being like ‘wait oh shit I can talk’). As Prismo and Cosmic Owl are both coming to this realization, Cake comes up from below deck and makes a casual comment abt how great two way communication is (ref to what the squirrel said to cake in fionna and cake).

^that’s like the closest thing to an actual scene I’ve thought of

so more general lore just laid out

Meet the Crew (and learn the lore):

Scarab- captain, helmsman (does the steering). He is the owner of the boat, and is the one to decide who gets to join and who doesn’t. To his own annoyance, their safety is top priority. He claims it to be because they’re already such a small crew, and cannot afford to lose any more (but really he’s grown attached, though it would take a significant amount of inebriation for him to admit it). He carries an unassuming cane everywhere because of its magical ability to transform into a weapon (his crystal from fionna and cake but pirate themed). Previously a bounty hunter, he formed the crew after a target got the jump on him and left a scar slashed across his back. Now they search for magical artifacts and treasure to get by.

Simon- navigator, cook, surgeon. He takes care of everyone’s wellbeing and responsible for most technical stuff. He joined the crew in pursuit of knowledge about the treasures out there to be found. Years ago his long time girlfriend Betty sacrificed herself to save them from the kraken that rose from sea during a large battle at sea. She did it by using one of their treasures to fuse with the kraken before it could sink their ship, and the part of her that remains now allows them to cross its territory unharmed. He still misses her, and drops small offerings/gifts that he thinks she might like into the water when they pass over.

Fin- master at arms. Fin is well trained in combat and responsible for teaching the others how to handle themselves. He and Scarab are well matched when they duel, with most ending in a draw due to an interruption eventually requiring their attention. Growing up he was an orphan living on the streets with his only friend being his dog Jake. They were thieves to get by, and one day stumbled their way into finding the sack of magic dust that allowed Jake to talk. One day they stole a relic from bounty hunter Scarab that granted Jake his stretchy powers. They were caught in the act, but became the first to be recruited by Scarab as he saw their potential. Upon Jake's capture, he has become dead set on saving his best friend.

Jake- Cabin boy. With his stretchy powers he improvises ways to help the crew or hold together the ship. He met Prismo by chance and got to know him well enough to find out he didn't like his life stuck on land. They became friends before Prismo knew he was a pirate, but things went downhill when Prismo's father caught them and had Jake arrested. Stuck in jail, his only knowledge of what is happening is through the complaints of Prismo's father blaming Jake for Prismo's capture. Safe to say, it's the only reason he has yet to be hung.

Fionna- Rigger, Swabbie. She and Cake are the most recent addition to the crew. Like Fin she was an orphan before being recruited, and was the same age as he was when he was recruited many years ago. She reminded Fin of himself, though she was much more eager to be a pirate, so he convinced Scarab to allow her and Cake in. As the youngest in the crew and filled with a need for adventure, she often is the first to rush in without thinking things through. This has gotten them into troubling situations before. To make up for it, she is doing her best to learn how to fight from Fin so that she can properly defend herself.

Cake- Swabbie. When she joined, she was given the same magic dust that Jake had. In Jake's absence, she has had to learn how to use the stretchy power relic that he left behind on the ship. With some big shoes to fill, she makes it her business to keep others positive/entertained (this has yet to work on Scarab)

Not sure if there should be Bubblegum and Marceline or Gary and Marshal, or both, so feel free to imagine their inclusion however you prefer. Coming up with this stuff is hard, okay?

Prismo- hostage. Prismo lived most of his life under control of his strict father, and began sneaking out at night to live his own life. With little friends, he befriended an owl that happened to nest outside his window. One night he met Jake and they got along well, meeting up every night for a week until Prismo's father caught them. Only then did Prismo find out that Jake was part of Scarab's crew which his father had been working tirelessly to catch. Prismo was grounded, and Jake was jailed to be hung. After his capture, Prismo sympathizes with their crew, and wants to support their goal of having Jake released. It takes a lot of convincing from Prismo to be allowed to roam free on the ship after they have set sail (which Scarab permits on the grounds that Prismo simply doesn't have the combat skill be able to seriously injure any of them even if he wanted to). Scarab is highly skeptical of Prismo's sympathy, and keeps a close watch that Prismo cant help but be highly aware of. Fionna reassures him that it's just how Scarab is, but with his nervously pushy attitude Prismo is slowly able to break down Scarab's emotional walls one by one.

If anyone does anything with this I'd love to see it

[void-ink-studios]

A Brain Dump About Scarab's Species

I have lots of little thoughts about Scarab's species and planet as a whole. Some parts are well established in the fic, and others might not make it into fics at all, so I'm gonna dump them here. If you like worldbuilding, enjoy!

Scarab's species has no concept of gender. I mentioned this in the last chapter's (Oh Glob, He's Been Kidnapped) notes, but I'll go into more detail here. His species does not have sexual dimorphism, anyone can find a mate in anyone else. Scarab uses he/him pronouns kind of by accident. He said one word, everyone heard his voice, and basically assigned him masculine pronouns. Scarab didn't really care or understand why it was important, so he just shrugged and accepted it. He doesn't have some internal sense of "I am a man", his gender is "I don't know, I just work here."

Their life cycle goes as follows: They hatch from an egg as a grub in a sealed burrow. The burrow is packed with food, water, and bedding for warmth. If all goes well, the grub get's as big as about half the size of an adult. They pupate and emerge as nymphs. The nymphs tear down the seal to their brood burrow, and they emerge. Over the course of several years, they learn trades, grow, and mature into adults. Nymphs have pale colors, brittle shells, and weak wings when they first emerge, but the colors deepen, grow stronger, and become confident flyers as they mature. Scarab was barely considered an adult when he first saw the threat coming toward his planet.

Scarab's species doesn't really do blood family. This was mentioned in the third chapter (Memories of the Homeland), but I'd like to expand on it. A mated pair might make 5-10 eggs, but it's likely one 3 or 4 will survive long enough to pupate and emerge. So, parents don't really get attached to any one individual egg or the child that comes from it. Siblings might be on separate sides of the mounds depending on the parent's luck in finding brood spaces, so they're not likely to meet until adulthood. That's not to say some individuals don't seek out and bond with blood family, but they don't really have a family unit outside of the mated pair. They don't do last names or family trees. They're much more attached to the family they make, the friends they find along the way, rather than the family that shares DNA with them.

They pick their own names when they join society, rather than be given one by parents. Scarab picked his own name, and he wears it proudly. If two of them with similar or even same names come into close contact, they tend to add a notable feature to their name, almost like a title or epithet. Scarab, for example, would be known as Red Scarab (It's pretty notable/unusual to have a shell of only one color, Scarab's siblings have green and yellow to break up the red) if he found someone else named Scarab.

They don't kiss to show affection. Their affection is shown by nuzzling and antenna. You might note that Scarab nuzzled Prismo a lot, but that's his people's way of kissing or smooching. It's a scent thing. He's basically putting his scent all over Prismo, kind of like how cats rub their cheeks on stuff. Nuzzling puts their scent onto the object of their affection, and the antenna lets them smell it. To greet a friend or tell a friend you love and care for them, you tap foreheads together and brush antennas together briefly. Mates will hold that form for longer, rubbing and nuzzling foreheads rather than just tapping them, and the antenna might take some more time to examine it. The dominant scent on that spot, other than their own, is agreed to be the person they love most.

Touch in general is pretty important to them. Friends hug and hold hands. Roughhousing, specifically wrestling, is an important part of their childhoods after they emerge. Touches to the face are comforting and reassuring.

Wings are private and sacred. Period. You do not touch someone's wings without permission. They're very sensitive and important for daily life, so it's a massive sign of trust to let one touch them. It's why their respectful greeting is to show their wings. It basically says, "I trust you." Grooming their wings and the shell around them is a private ritual, only really shared with mates. It'd be considered an omen (either good or bad) if you could find a recognizable or specific shape in the veining. Decorating them is a sign of extravagance and beauty, and is usually reserved for the elites (the "top of the mound" as it were) or during important parties/gatherings. Which, yes, means this adds a whole heaping extra traumatic layer of violation to what Orbo did to Scarab.

Mounds kind of act as countries to them. When Scarab calls something a "Mound" it doesn't mean it's literally a pile of dirt. Although, it can be. A mound can be a chunk of forest, or a stretch of grasslands, or even cliff faces and sand dunes if you're hardy enough. Mounds are ruled over by older "elites" and are mostly cooperative. Mounds are a community, and they people within them live very interconnected, communal lives.

The chirps and clicks Scarab makes aren't just noise, they're a vital secondary language for his people. If you know what to listen for, you can figure out a lot about what one of them might be feeling just based on how they trill. Seriously, it's important enough that you can tell if one is sick based on the pitch and frequency of a chirp. Scarab's unfortunately forgotten a huge portion of this unspoken language, but he still has a few of the rudimentary noises to convey broader emotions. Prismo has been slowly, but surely learning them as well.

Anyway, I think that's what I've got for now. Might make another post if I come up with anything else, but I hope y'all like my worldbuilding dump. See y'all tomorrow!

[amazingmsme]

A Little Dusty

AN: Again, I know it’s late but just be glad I’m still tryna pump these out. I’m literally sooo obsessed with Prismo, the flat boi needs to be WRECKED! Anyways, here’s day 14, enjoy!

The Scarab would never admit it out loud, but being stuck in the Time Room with Prismo wasn’t as asinine as he’d first thought. He’s still getting used to his new form, but he manages to get by. And his new roomie was chill, all things considerer. He let him pick out his own room, offered fresh pickles any time he wanted, and most importantly, he didn’t care if the Scarab was actually doing his job.

Despite the hot tub, TV wall, and the computer Prismo introduced him to, he found himself getting bored and restless as the days dragged on. Each day like the one before, more or less. He was starting to understand why Prismo went and made an unauthorized universe. He understood, but that didn’t mean he had to stop cursing the wishmaster’s name for putting him in this mess.

It was one of those days when he longed for the outside world- to hunt down violators across the vast multiverse. But noooo, there was a good chance that might never happen again. He was busy dusting, glaring at Prismo from across the room. He was oblivious to the stare, completely engrossed in his work. The Scarab would watch as he’s hum and giggle to himself before typing away on the keyboard. Some times he wore a more serious expression, typing something out before shaking his head and deleting it. And other times he just stared at the screen, hands unmoving and frown etched onto his face. The Scarab was a little curious what he’d been working on, but he didn’t plan on asking.

He slowly made his way around the room idly dusting at nothing. He’d dusted only last week, but he needed something to keep himself busy. Now he stood beside Prismo, tapping his foot impatiently.

“Could you move? I’m trying to clean.”

Prismo paused and glanced around the room with a shrug. “Looks pretty clean to me Scrabby. Why don’t you take a load off?” he asked, brushing him off and returning his attention to the laptop.

“Unlike some people, I don’t like to leave things unfinished.” Prismo seemed to miss the subtle dig tossed his way and the Scarab huffed in annoyance. “Look, I already cleaned over there, so why don’t you go sit on that wall?” he asked, pointing over his shoulder. Prismo’s gaze didn’t leave the screen. “Prismo!” he yelled with a stomp.

Prismo glanced up for a split second. “Yeah?”

“Move!”

Prismo groaned loudly, looking at the Scarab with annoyance. “Dude, I’m in the zone right now. I just wrote like 10 pages in five minutes!” he bragged, going back to typing. “If I move now, it’ll throw off the whole groove I’m in.”

The Scarab was done.

He threw his hands in the air with an annoyed huff. “FINE, be that way! I’ll just- I’ll dust around you since you won’t move,” he growled out, but Prismo continued to type away happily. It was infuriating, if not cute. Wait, he did not just think that about Prismo of all people…

He resumed dusting with a huff, sweeping the feather duster over his head, working his way down. He was lost in thought and didn’t pay much attention to where he was sweeping, and his general annoyance towards the wishmaster meant he didn’t necessarily care if he dusted him in the process. But he certainly noticed when his duster trailed too close to Prismo’s side, making him spasm and squeal, darting across to the opposite wall, laptop forgotten.

“Wohoah, hey, you could’ve just asked me to move, no need to start dusting me,” he rambled, hoping to mask his nerves. The Scarab just stared at him in wide-eyed shock.

“I did,” he said bluntly. Prismo chuckled nervously, rubbing his neck.

“Oh, y-you did? Sorry, I don’t remember I tend to zone out when I’m busy.”

“So it would seem.” He looked down to the soft tool in his hand and back at Prismo, a sly smirk hiding behind his mask. He noticed that his feet were now resting in the spot he’d previously been, seeing as he jumped to the opposite wall. Now, he wasn’t stupid, he knew what just happened. But he could play dumb.

The Scarab resumed his dusting, humming to himself as he brushed over the tops his feet. Prismo shrieked, yanking his legs away and tucking them close to his chest. He stared at the Scarab with a wide, unblinking eye and gulped.

“You uh-“ he cut himself off and cleared his throat when his voice came out too high. “You scared me.”

“Really?” he squinted at him, walking closer and relishing in the way Prismo was slowly backing himself into a corner. “Because normally, only ticklish people are afraid of feathers.”

He couldn’t hope to contain his nervous laughter or the obviously flustered stuttering. “W-wha whaaaat? N-no way bro, that’s just silly,” he tried to brush him off, waving a hand in the air. “I mean, I’m flat! So, there’s really nothing to tickle, haha! …Right?”

The Scarab arched a brow. “You’re asking me?” Prismo stuttered again and yelped when the Scarab was suddenly standing next to him. Quite frankly, he didn’t know what to say.

“You can go back to cleaning now.” The low chuckle the Scarab let out really wasn’t comforting.

“Okay, if you insist.” Prismo was given no time to ponder before soft feathers brushed over his belly. Bubbly giggles start building up in his chest as he curls in on himself, doubled over where the two walls meet. When the Scarab started swirling the duster in tight circles across his tummy, a loud snort broke the dam, allowing his high pitched laughter to fill the Time Room.

“Scrahahabby whahat are you dohohoing?” he asked, hiding his growing blush behind a hand as he weakly swatted at him with the other.

“I’m doing what you said: cleaning,” he teased in a deadpanned voice, trying to act as though this wasn’t the most fun he’s had since his punishment began.

“Nohohot mehehe!” he squealed when he began targeting his ribs, causing him to dart to another wall for safety. The Scarab tutted and shoot his head.

“Poor Prismo… it would seem as though you’ve nowhere left to turn,” he taunted, twirling the duster triumphantly. He laughed when he noticed him glance at the trap door for a split second. “You’re not really gonna run away from a few feathers now, are you?” he asked smugly. Prismo’s blush grew darker as he failed to speak, crossing his arms instead.

“Well that’s not very nice,” he grumbled.

“Good,” the Scarab said bluntly before sitting down on Prismo’s ankles, trapping them. He barely had enough time to protest before dozens of soft fibers swept over his feet. His giggles raised in both pitch and speed, a few more snorts managing to slip through.

The Scarab had always scared Prismo. He had such an intimidating aura, and everything about him screamed ruthless killer. After living together for a while, he thought maybe he wasn’t so cruel after all, but as he laid there laughing at his mercy, he thought that maybe he hadn’t been so far off with his initial judgment.

[ticklishbeans4]

Take a Break

Listen I'm on this Fionna and Cake train and I have no plans of getting off just yet, so enjoy this!

Simon had been traveling with Fionna and Cake for some time now, they were no closer to their goal unfortunately. He could feel the frustration rolling off of his companions, and he didn’t wish to anger them further like he always seemed to do, so he just kept quiet for now. They walked through this… pillow world? The crown was bunk here too, just a pillow crown that was about as magical as he was right now. The only reason they were still here was because Cake insisted they rest. He wasn’t against the idea, not fully at least. This world was soft and quiet and calm, he liked that part. But not moving also meant The Scarab could catch up to them at any time. They’d been lucky so far, but that luck could run out at any moment. And with his… well luck, they were on borrowed time.

He laid on the green fuzzy pillowy… meadow? That’s probably what it was. He laid in the meadow and looked up at the starry sky above him. Did he really want to do this? Go back to being Him? It would bring magic back to Fionna and Cakes world, and he’d be freed from his depressing life. Maybe he’d even find a way to block the madness. But not the way the Winter King did. He would never do that. He wasn’t a wad.

“Hey.” Fionna snapped, pulling Simon from his thoughts. “You’re being quiet! It’s weird!”

He sighed and sat up, “I just wanted to enjoy the peace and quiet while I could.”

“Well stop it! It’s weird!” Cake huffed, glaring at him with a face remarkably similar to Fionnas.

“Whenever I talk you two seem to get mad at me, now I’m not talking and you’re still mad at me. I just can’t win.” he rubbed his face and stood. “Let’s go. We’ve been here long enough.”

“Noooo! I’m all comfy and cozy!” Cake whined, laying back on the pillow meadow and rolling around.

“You won’t be so comfy and cozy when The Scarab turns you into a cube!” he snapped, softening when the cat looked stunned. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just… I don’t want us to get caught before we find a new crown.”

“Yeah but we can rest sometimes. My friend Marshal always says you gotta have a good work life balance!” Fionna grinned, getting comfy on the pillows.

He growled in frustration, grabbing his hair. “That’s- This isn’t a JOB! You were the one that was all urgent in Prismos cube! Now it’s like you don’t care at all!” 

“HEY!” she snapped, standing back up, getting in his face. “I care a TON! That’s my world in your stupid brain! All my friends and family! Everyone I love! I care more than you do! But we can’t run ourselves ragged over it! So sit down! Shut up! And RELAX!” She pushed him back harshly, which lost a bit of its effect since it was a very soft landing. But the message was clear.

Simon stayed on the ground, curling his knees to his chest. Relax? What a joke. He couldn’t relax for the life of him, he hadn’t been relaxed since… since he found that damn crown! Maybe a few moments with Marcy but… He would just have to wait till Fionna and Cake were done being stupid.

The silence was tense for the next while, Cake seemed to be the only one unaffected as she rolled around, kneading the ground and purring loudly. Simon just stayed curled up, not caring that it had gotten uncomfortable a long time ago. He couldn’t even think right now, he was just… upset! His head felt like it was filled with tv static and cotton, and it was somehow bullying him at the same time.

“Simon?” Fionna’s voice called to him, sounding softer than it had before.

“Yes?” he replied flatly.

There was a long pause, before he heard shuffling and the presence of someone behind him. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have pushed you. Or yelled at you. And I’m sorry for telling you to shut up.” He sighed, still curled up and still feeling awful. “I forgive you. And I’m sorry I said you didn’t care. I know you do.”

“It’s ok. I get it, we’re all pretty stressed. I just wanted to be able to take a minute, ya know?” she sighed, “I… I want to fix my world. I do! More than anything! Or… at the very least I want to keep it safe. But I can’t just… run all the time. Everyone needs a break, ya know?”

He was silent for a moment, mulling over her words, and how to respond. Not easy when he could barely think straight. “I… I do understand. I know what it’s like to want to protect someone… But also keep yourself from falling.”

“Yeah! Something like that!” she chirped, sounding significantly happier. “So… Do you feel rested and relaxed?”

“Not really, no. But if you’re ready to go, then we should go.” he replied, sitting up, yelping as his shoulders were grabbed.

Fionna looked at him with blazing and determined eyes, “No way! You deserve to chill just as much as anyone! We’ve been going at 110 percent for days! You need like, a nap or something!”

He gently removed her hands from his shoulders. “I don’t really… Do, naps. Not since I was very little at least.”

“WHAAAAAAT!?” Cake cried, rushing over and jumping on his chest, sending him crashing back to the ground. “How can you not take naps!? Naps are the best thing in the world!” “I just don’t! I can never fall asleep when it’s light out!” he cried, trying to push her off, but she just dug her claws into his jacket.

“Nah man! You’re taking a nap here and now!” Cake demanded, curling up on his chest and purring, but in a distinctly angry way.

He sighed heavily, “Fionna, get your cat off me. I don’t need, nor want, to take a nap!”

She shrugged with a distinct mischievous twinkle in her eye, “Well you gotta relax somehow! How do you usually relax?”

“I don’t.” he huffed, though a few things did come to mind on how he used to relax… Singing, dancing, he remembered a few times he’d be stressed out and Betty, or even Marcy back in the day, would tickle him to make him relax. …That somehow worked the best he found, back then at least.

Fionna scoffed, “That’s stupid! Everyone has something to relax! I drink, dance, party, watch tv, or pet Cake!”

“And I’m a cat! So I do nothing but relax!” Cake grinned, hopping onto Fionna’s back.

“Well I don’t have those things. I used to sing but… It doesn't really help like it used to.” he sighed.

“Weeeeelllll, you could sing right now!” she beamed, both girls leaning in close to his face.

For some reason, that got a snort out of him, and a smile as he pushed them away. “Get out of my face, ya weirdos!”

Fionna gasped, “Oh my god! He CAN smile! I thought it was a myth! We are bearing witness to a historical moment! Simon Petrikov, grumpyguss extraordinaire! Smiling!”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m not that bad!”

“Buddy, I can count on one hand with fingers left over the amount of times you’ve smiled.” Cake scoffed, bapping his nose with her paw.

He snorted again and brushed her paw aside, “That is so not true! I’ve smiled plenty of times!”

“No you have not!” Fionna argued, poking his face.

“Have so!” he countered, bapping her hand away.

“Have not!”

“Have so!”

“Have not!” “Yeah huh!”

“Nu-uh!”

“Yeah huh!” This poke was to his stomach, and much to his downfall, he yelped.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment as they all stared at each other. Simon could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he slowly and subtly tried to scoot back. But Fionna and Cake… they looked down right predatory. Eyes gleaming, grinning wide as they came closer to him.

“Say Simon~” Cake purred, “You aren’t keeping anything from us, right?”

“N-no! I wouldn’t do that! Not after everything we’ve been through!” he laughed nervously, looking between the two as they approached.

“You suuuuure?” Fionna grinned, lifting a hand, her fingers wiggling evilly. “Cause I mean… it sure seems like there’s something we could do to help you relax… And you didn’t tell us.”

He gulped, anticipatory giggles already rising in his chest. “N-no, I-I have no id-dea what you mean!”

“Awww! Look at ‘im! Already blushing like a schoolgirl!” Cake teased, which only made his blush worse.

He went to make another comment, but Fionna poked his stomach again and he squeaked. That seemed to be all it took as the girls pounced on him, Cake pinning his arms over his head as Fionna’s hands clawed at his stomach. Now he tried, he really and truly tried not to laugh, to not let them know how sensitive he was. But sadly, he was very sensitive, and it had been a long time so his endurance was shit, so he broke pretty damn quick. “Nahahaahahahah! Nohohohoho! Fiohohohohonna! Cahahahake!” he squealed, kicking out and tugging at his arms.

Fionna just laughed, scratching evilly at his stomach, like some crazed gopher trying to make a home. “No way! This is too good! If I’d known you were this ticklish, I would have done this way sooner!”

“Nooooohohohoho!” he snorted, turning his red laughing face into his shoulder so he didn’t have to look at her smug face.

“Hey! Don’t hide that smile now! I’m working hard for that!” she teased, poking at his ribs, jumping a bit as he shrieked.

“No wait! Not there!” he begged, but with the evil glint in her eyes, he knew he’d signed his own death warrant.

“Oh? Not… here?” she asked, poking his ribs, “Or here? Or here, or here, or here?” She was poking up and down his ribs, lingering a bit at the spot right above the bottom ribs since it made him shriek like a mad man.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOHOHOOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” he wheezed, snorting loudly under her evil fingers.

“What? Has poor Mr.Petrikov had enough?” she cooed, taking all her fingers and clawing at his ribs.

“YEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! MERCYYYYYY!” he pleaded, tears of laughter forming in his eyes.

It seemed Fionna believed him as she stopped tickling, and Cake released his arms. He curled up, still giggling as the phantom tickles ran their course.

“Yup.” Fionna sighed, clearly pleased with herself. “Definitely using that more often in the future.”

“The near future.” Cake laughed, poking Simon's side, making him squeal and roll away from her.

“Stahahp! Stahhap! I yeheheild!” he giggled, waving his hands to prevent more attacks.

The girls just laughed, flopping onto the ground next to him. Simon rolled onto his back, grinning as he stared into the sky. This was… strange. He actually felt pretty good for once, lighter. Maybe he just needed a good laugh, or to play again. Have some fun. …Maybe he just needed some friends in his life again.

“Still grumpy?” Fionna asked with a smirk.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes before he closed them. “I’m not answering that question. In fact… I’m taking a nap.”

“Ooooooooh! So Mr.IDon’tTakeNaps is suddenly all about nap time?” Cake teased.

“Meh meh meh meh meh.” he mocked back, opening and closing his hand. “No, y’all tired me out. I’m an old man! I can’t take that kind of torture like I used to!”

“Like you used to!?” they both cried, looming over him with eager expression.

“Oh Glob damn it.” he sighed, but not without a smile. This was going to be a long journey. But right now? …It didn’t seem as bad as it did before.

[blahpanblah]

Okay so I’ve been working on a fic based on @mistercesare Role swap AU. And it made me think how Fiona and Cake would work in it.

I can imagine, with Scarab being more serious, would never EVER think of even making a in a unauthorized universe. But… all of the other universes seemed to bore him immensely. There’s nothing interesting about it. There’s barely good drama or angst to any of them. So… maybe just a little self-indulgent writing wouldn’t hurt anyone. Just putting a little angst/ no comfort there, some major character death here. AND… he made an unauthorized universe.

Oh this is very unallowed…

If someone finds out not only might he be removed as wishmaseter, but he would be seen as a hypocrite. The number one suck up to the rules breaks one will forever be tarnish on his record. He can’t have that! He’s has to hide it somewhere. UH! UH! OH! That crazy old ice guy in that one universe. He could put it in his mind. Then no one will find his fic!

So it would stay the same, but instead of being a gender swap of the OG world, it’s also just one big GOT universe, all inside Ice King’s mind. I feel like if there was ever an episode based on this, the whole thing would just be a parody of GOT, and you can chalk it up to IK not fully understanding the angst or anything. And that would make Scarab so pissed but he can’t say anything about it because then people will know he made it.

And he would even be more pissed once Ice king became Simon again. Now all of his progress is lost and gone forever. Imagine you’ve been working on a dark angst fic for years and all of sudden it’s get’s removed. I would be salty as hell.

I can see the Fionna and Cake world turning into the one we see in the show exactly. And I guess the whole lesson of the show would be less of “Escapism into your self-indulgent world all of the time is bad” And more, “You don’t and shouldn’t want to live in the world of your Angst fic.”

The funniest thing I could think of it that, I feel like Scarab would STILL be the villain of the show. Less because of, “I need to get rid of the unauthorized universe.” and more, “ANYONE WHO’S KNOWS OR IS APART OF MY FIC NEEDS TO DIE” Because he’s so worried that he’ll get in trouble with the people upstairs. And dosen’t want anyone to know.

And Prismo would still be helping them except more throughout, and also trying to calm Scarab down.

“Scrabby, I don’t think anyone cares about what you did, but you don’t have to go this far-!”

“NO, SHUT UP! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! I DIDN’T EVEN MAKE THIS! I’M JUST DOING YOUR JOB OF DESTROYING UNAUTHRIZED UNIVERES! SO SHUT UP.”

And scarab would be even more pissed that his Fantasy dark/angst fic got turned into a Modern Slice of life AU. Like all of that hard work wasted just so you can make candy cakes? Fuck off.

[shadelorde]

After seeing all these Orbo defense posts on tumblr circulating around, I’d thought maybe the clips I’d watched had been taken out of context.

And they were, but the context actually made him look worse.

Yes, Scarab should not be neglecting his other summons (or manhunting people, though I don’t think that’s what Orbo seems to take issue with) but…he is correct in that multidimensional fuckery is not. safe. Or at least, he’s had it drilled into his head that it’s not safe. Like being a god auditor is. His job.

When Scarab tells Orbo about Prismo’s unauthorized universe, Orbo’s response? “Prismo? Nah. That guy’s cool.” Immediately showing right off the bat that he will and does play favorites. If he’s able to pull Scarab from whatever universe he wants after being able to tell that he was neglecting his other calls, how is he NOT able to tell that Prismo created an entire unauthorized universe in the first place? And when he DOES find out, does he believe Scarab? No, because “Prismo’s cool and would never do that.”

And like. Scarab clearly knows he would react this way. Even if Scarab DOES have a vendetta against Prismo because he wanted to be wishmaster, he’s right (or has been taught by the same system that he is right) that an unauthorized universe without proper precautions IS DANGEROUS. But he knows Orbo wouldn’t believe him, so he wants to talk to the Upper boss. And Orbo physically prevents him from doing that. Which to me, reeks of a bad middle management who doesn’t want to get caught being bad at his job and playing favorites, so he keeps his employees from alerting someone in a higher position of power. He physically pulls Scarab into a different room and says “you can make your case to me.”

And when Scarab does “make his case” to Orbo, Orbo responds with. “Say goodbye to your legs.” Like. I do not fucking care actually if he was joking around or trying to be funny but I am of the opinion that it’s WILDLY inappropriate to threaten your employees in AMY situation, and scarab CLEARLY did not take it as a joke. And he really only stops when the upper boss DOES call, THEN he backs off.

And it doesn’t really matter whether Scarab “deserved” to be taken down a notch, because like. Orbo was STILL a bad boss and did it in ENTIRELY the wrong way and still chose to play favorites, AND it is, in fact, Scarab’s fucking job to deal with this kind of multiverse shit, which he points out, which Orbo has NO comeback to except to threaten his LEGS.

Also to me, Orbo reads like a boss who’s trying to be Cool and Relatable and is like “this isn’t just a workplace guys it’s a Family :)” which is the biggest red flag a boss could ever have.

[thefruitbin]

ONE OF THE THINGS thats got me going CRAZY about simon is that man… idk IDK!! He must feel that not only did the crown take away “ice king” but it took him along with it. Hes not ice king anymore, but who is he now? His passions are gone, he feels as though theres no point in tomorrow.. he didnt even.. care whatsoever that he had to start running away from the scarab, that hes not in his own dimension, hes throwing away the simon he is now, the life he has now, to once again return to the crown. He only started caring about his situation when he realized other people’s lives were on the line, thus the mission to put on the crown yet.. still sacrificing his wellbeing. He probably would have been fine with the scarab taking him away in prismos time room.

I just. Relate so much to simon. Sometimes i see the crown as depression or mental illness. U end up missing it or wanting to destroy yourself bcuz who the fuck were u before it? Where did that person go? And who would care if i let it succumb me?

[boypussydilf]

ok one thing i did like is that the scarab didnt really care about cosmic order he only had past beef with prismo that he never got over so he just started arresting people for playing video games and hanging out funny as fuck

ITS SO FUNNYYYYYYYYY genuinely i LOVE scarab i wish we had had time to explore him more too hes so fucking funny he tried so hard to put up a front of like. hes a PROFESSIONAL ans hes doing this because its his JOB and he does his JOB and he FOLLOWS RHE RULES. but actually he is completely just a petty bitch. and he hates prismo and he wants to ruin his creation and then steal his job. scarab i love you so fuckinf much you are such a funny bastard

[prowishpriest]

Oh-Kaay Now w Cos being confirmed in this Au (that is pretty interesting actually!) Now I cant stop thinking about Orbo.. Is he in this Au too? What he is?? If human- Is he someone important in the town Scarab lives? (actually I dont remember if it is town or- something else sorry-) If Demon- Is he smone "important" for Cos and Prismo???

Extra question (If Orbo actually exist in this Au, if not, just asking for Cos) Cos and Orbo gonna be important in the lore? Or they just- Exist, and Prismo and Scarab are the only important ones in the story?

Love your art!!! 🩷🩷🩷 Is so beautiful!!

Thank you!!!

In all honesty I don't care much for Orbo so I never worked on him. I planned him to be high in the church structures but not really appearing in the village Scarab works in.

Cos has *some* influence on the story but it's minor. He's just Prismo’s bestie tbh. I used a lot of artistic independence creating this au tbh.

But! Fionna will show up too! Briefly, but she's important for the story. Same as Jake (he's alive here!)

[felicianacariocapistoles]

Cheers review

Same deal as before

Pawn Swan is a better name than Choose Goose, fight me

Shermy just playing video games, not caring he isn't in control of his body, nor does he care there's a naked old man behind him.

Sooo Scarab is a Work Karen, kinda dumb.

Ngl the action/fight scene in Fionna's world was kinda... I don't know how to describe it really

I know I said it last episode, but again, love how Beth helps Simon to come to the realization that Casper and Nova was like him and Betty

Oh my god Marshall trying to fight Scarab with his music was so corny and cute

YES Simon finally acknowledging his relationship with Betty. I also really loved how he stopped himself from changing.

"You were an experience" felt kinda more like GOLB than Betty tbh

Simon realizing he's worth living life, loved it.

WHEN HE THREW THE CROWN AWAY I FUCKING CHEERED SO LOUD I WOKE MY DOG UP ON MY FIRST WATCH. My second watcj, I still loudly cheered and cried. It was so emotional.

Love that Fionna realized their world is worth fighting for too.

I straight up thought GOLBetty smashed Simon like a pancake, was relieved, only to freak out again when it looked like she was gonna eat him first time I watched this. The screams and sobs I let out were very unmanly of me.

Hearing the world "Canonized" in a tv show is just so wild, I love it.

So with the tank coming back, but not Vampworld PB, it's obviously official she and Marcy died together.

So, is Farmworld Finn okay with Jay leaving? ... Is Farmworld Finn even okay?

Oh God Simon doing text faces with Fionna. Such a fucking dad thing. Simon is a fucking dad to both Marcy and Fionna, fight me.

...I'm not sure if Prismo showing Scarab the program is a good idea.

YAY SIMON GETS THERAPY

The ending was cute, but also underwhelming. I felt like the goodbye between Simon and Betty should have been longer and more powerful too. I REALLY HATED THAT THERE WERE PEOPLE LISTENING AND WATCHING SIMON HAVE A THERAPY SESSION THOUGH. I also didn't like how we didn't get some Simon and Marcy at the end, but I'm working on a fic for that! currently.

All in all, I enjoyed this way more than regular Adventure Time, and it seems a bit wierd that it says "season 1", when it's obvious the show wrapped up? I wouldn't mind seeing more, I know I'll be making fics of it for a while lol

I'm always up for getting messages to talk about the show too

[void-ink-studios]

Prohibited Love Story

“Hey Scrabby, you’re not gonna believe this! The Boss is so impressed with my work that I’m getting a brand new job! I’m gonna be the Wishmaster!”

“Really? I’m so proud of you, Darling! I know you��ll do great.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be here in the first place if it wasn’t for your help.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re a brilliant wizard and a hard worker. You’ve earned this.”

“Aw, thank you Lovebug. But I still feel like you deserve something cool too. Maybe, something like this?”

“What is this?”

“I created this big crystal for you. It’s actually a Multi-tool, that’s supposed to make your job a little easier.”

“You know me so well.~”

“I also added an extra surprise gift, inside the crystal… Go ahead, look inside Scrabby.”

A soft gasp.

“A… A diamond ring?”

“Scarab, I love you more then anything in the cosmos. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. You’re my best and closest friend. And I want to spend the rest of eternity with you. So… will you marry me?”

“…Yes… Yes, I will.”

A loving kiss.

“Glob, I’m so lucky to have you Scrabby-Baby… I love you so much.”

“I know… And I love you too, Wizmo.”

~~~

They were supposed to get married, after Wizmo had transformed into the Wishmaster.

The wedding would’ve happened right inside of the Time Room.

They both had planned everything.

But Wizmo is called Prismo now.

And he doesn’t remember Scarab at all.

Apparently, that’s the price of being Wishmaster. You forget your past life. It’s a cruel, yet clever thing to do. Without any memories of who they used to be, the Wishmaster won’t be tempted to leave the job or wake up. After all, you can’t miss what you don’t remember.

If only Scarab knew what would happen. He would’ve prevented Wizmo from taking that cursed job. He would’ve fought every god to keep Wizmo safe. But Scarab didn’t know until it was too late. As a result, it completely changed both of their lives. Yet only Scarab was suffering for it.

Prismo seemed to be content with his new life. He grants the mortals’ wishes, like he’s supposed to. He also threw a lot of parties and made so many new friends. Scarab tried to make Prismo remember who he used to be. But all he got was an awkward, confused expression on Prismo’s pink face. Although Scarab didn’t show it, it was breaking his heart.

Scarab started to ignore Prismo and his party invitations. Then he began to push everyone away and focus on his work. When he worked, it was easier to forget the pain.

Cosmic Owl had tried to convince Scarab to give Prismo a second chance.

“He may have lost his memories and changed his name, but he is still Wizmo. He still cares about you Scrabby, even if he can’t remember. Don’t you see the happy sparkle inside his eye, whenever he sees you?”

Scarab simply ignores him and continues with his work.

The God-Auditor could feel the silent waves of disappointment and sympathy coming from the Cosmic Owl.

Eventually, he leaves Scarab alone.

The bird was a fool.

It’s true, that Prismo was a lot like Wizmo.

He looks like him.

He smiles like him.

He even sounds like him.

But Prismo is NOT Wizmo.

But that’s okay.

Because Scarab can find a way to get rid of Prismo and finally be allowed to wake Wizmo up.

All he has to do is wait for Prismo to make a mistake.

~~~

He did everything right.

He was so close.

So close to getting his Wizmo back.

But he was defeated by a glowing dandelion, of all things. It was literally the dumbest thing that ever happened to him. With the cherry on top being The Boss telling him that he wasn’t allowed to destroy the copycat universe anymore. Even though he had permission a few minutes ago. All the crossover did was blow on a weed, it shouldn’t count!

Why is the entire multiverse against him? He never asked for much. All he wants is his best friend and fiance back. They can easily find a new Wishmaster. There are countless other wizards who’d love to take the job. It doesn’t have to be Wizmo!

But Scarab’s opinions never mattered to the other gods. When that phone call with the Boss had ended, he knew that he was defeated. It was over.

So, if Scarab can’t have his happy ending…

“Hey, Mister Scarab… No hard feelings, okay?”

… then neither can Prismo or his creations.

“No hard feelings?!”

He doesn’t care whether or not the Boss will destroy him for this later. He lost everything. Nothing matters anymore. He will never be with Wizmo again. And it’s all that arrogant tomboy’s fault.

Now her whole world is gonna pay for it.

“I’M GONNA TEAR DOWN PRISMO’S PRECIOUS SANDCASTLE WITH MY BARE HANDS!”

~~~

Scarab still can’t believe it.

Prismo helped him.

Despite everything that Scarab did, despite almost destroying the giant glorified genie’s creations, Prismo helped him.

But that shouldn’t be possible. Prismo was not Wizmo anymore. He lost all his memories. He doesn’t remember Scarab at all. So the Wishmaster shouldn’t care what happened to the Auditor.

Yet Prismo still defended Scarab.

After he failed, Scarab was ready to accept oblivion or a demotion, with open arms. He felt nothing and said nothing, while the Boss and Orbo were deciding his punishment. Their words were like numbing static inside Scarab’s ears.

But then Prismo suddenly came rushing in, with terror in his eyes.

Why was he so afraid?

Shouldn’t he be happy that he would never see Scarab again?

The pink shadow tried his best to stay calm, while explaining that giving Scarab a big punishment over Prismo’s actions wasn’t fair. Prismo, as usual, used his weird charm to sway others to see things his way. Prismo then whispered an idea into the Boss’s ear.

Prismo was gently lifting up the depressed bug. The pink humanoid was talking to Scarab about something, but Scarab couldn’t hear him and simply nodded to everything he said. The next thing Scarab knew, they were both surrounded by the rainbow light of Prismo’s teleportation magic.

The last thing Scarab saw before passing out from exhaustion was the hypnotic stars and galaxies inside Prismo’s warm, blue eyes… They looked so much like Wizmo’s eyes.

Scarab woke up to the sight of his own sleeping body.

He looked around the room in a daze and saw that Wizmo’s eternally slumbering and ancient body was nearby.

Wasn’t Wizmo placed somewhere else?

Scarab tried to talk closer towards his fiance, but he quickly realized that he was stuck on the wall.

He looked down at his hands.

They were much less detailed and blue for some reason.

This must be Prismo’s weird idea for a punishment.

Scarab tried walking inside the walls in his new 2D form, but he keeps stumbling despite himself.

He would’ve fallen, if it wasn’t for a warm pink hand saving him from the fall.

“Surprise!~”

“Prismo?!”

And there the WishMaster was, in all his playful and smug glory.

~~~

Prismo had apparently convinced the Boss to give Scarab a chance to become WishMaster.

By being Prismo’s apprentice and glorified butler.

Scarab didn’t even want to actually be WishMaster.

It was a lie to hide Scarab’s true plans, so he wouldn’t get in trouble for wishing to commit a cosmic crime.

Just when Scarab thought that he couldn’t sink any lower.

~~~

Working for Prismo isn’t as terrible as Scarab thought that it would be.

Prismo is definitely kinder and more patient with him then Orbo.

Prismo even allows Scarab to create stories with him.

Just like they used to in the past.

Wizmo always had the most brilliant writing skills.

And Prismo had inherited those same skills.

It’s true, that Prismo was a lot like Wizmo. He looks like him. He smiles like him. He sounds like him. He even cares about Scarab like him.

The Dream was still so much like the Sleeper… but that fact doesn’t hurt Scarab’s scarred little heart as much as it used to.

Maybe Scarab should give Prismo a chance.

Maybe that’s what Scarab should have done all along.

💖 

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ANON YOU GET BACK HERE AND ANSWER FOR THIS!!!!

[feelo-fick]

Scarab & Prismo & Snufkin & Muddler for the character bingo!

(doesn’t have to be all of these of course. But can be)

I NEED TO KILL SCARAB. ITS A NEED. I NEED HIS BLOOD (<- will weep at any angst including him). HES EVEYTHING HES HORRIBLE HES A WRETCHED THING I HATE HIM HES THE WORST I WILL KISS HIM. AUGH. what the hell.

anyways i find him relatable.. something something vulnerability hard and shit yada yada but ALSO i make weird squawking/squeaky noises when im annoyed and i like to imagine he does that with the chirping... its funny

ALSO THE FANDOM KEEPS MAKING HIM SUFFER AND I LOVE IT AND WANT MORE BUT ALSO OW FUCK THAT HURTS WHY OW OW OW everything about his - concerning - respect (kneel for your life.) for authority (he was only following orders.) and isolation (he was never invited to those parties.) from the rest of. well everyone (he doesnt need them. he enjoys being alone. he doesnt need anyone else. he doesnt want it, he doesnt want it, he promises he doesnt.) is just SO. augh.

and the self sabotaging aspect of it. no one will love you, youve accepted that, so you stop sanding down your teeth. you bite and claw at any attempt to soothe your aches and stroke your spikes down, theyre only trying to find a soft spot near your belly.

your worst fears come true. youll never let it happen again. youll stand straight, youll make yourself seem bigger to scare off anyone who tries to come close to you. which leads to anyone who couldve helped you being dissuaded and backing off. serves them right, you never needed fixing. you never needed anyone. ...the clycle begins again. it aches. why? it shouldnt. that isnt allowed.

they should stop that, stop poking at the weak spots. it hurts to feel. you KNOW its to help. you dont want to be helped. stop it, stop. everyones going to know. they cant know it aches. theyll use it against you. keep kneeling, head lower, arch your back. maybe theyll be amused enough to give you mercy.

...cough. well anyways. im gonna stop here before this turns into a full on character analysis and MOVE ON TO THE NEXT ONEEEE WOO

(youll start to notice a pattern that i express love for characters by wishing to kill them cough)

ANYWAYS MY SECOND HUSBAAND WHOM I WANT DEAD . hes. hes so. i cant.

i honestly love his aesthetic i dont know why. the tv/light/dream shit has a lot of potential methinks. i love the thought of a job swap au where prismo uses light/tech as a way to interact with the world while still being stuck somewhere else... and also the visual funkiness of him being projected onto many many tv screens brings me joy. i want that gender...

also. in general i love it when gods are depicted ss being really mortal-like... like, youre a cosmic being with power and omnipotence over the multiverses you watch over, and yet. you like sandwiches and pools and games and hanging out wih friends and its just. on every level but literal you are mortal and alive and wholly r e a l. but youre not. youre a dream, a projection, youre not even in the dimensions of the people you (love) watch. youre an outsider and its very clear. youre THIS CLOSE to being just like them. but youre not. and you never will be.

youre admired by those who are like you, but you dont really care for it. but those who you do care about either dont see you as anything more than a tool to manipulate the multiverse or see you as too grand to be able to connect with in a way that isnt "you are god and i am not". youre stuck in a prison you yourself control. but a prison is still a prison. people want what you have- how you wished they had it instead of you! maybe then, youd be loved. maybe then, things wouldnt be so ear-deafingly quiet. silence sticks out like a sore thumb in the yearning- the wish to not be alone.

OKAY AM I JUST GONNA DO THIS FOR ALL OF THEM. WHAT THE HELL. MOVING ON.

okay this time im not gonna intensely analyse his character. hopefully.

AHEM . SNUFKIN!!!! my best friend i love him so so much.......... i need to absorb his fucking vibes and gender so hard what the hell. LIKE BROTHER. HOW DO YOU PULL OFF THAT MUCH SWAGGER WITHOUT EVEN TRYING oh and also there are so many things wrong with you are you like okay bud...

i like to think that "omg hes just like me frfr" but the fact that i get so excited about that thought proves that I actually kin moomintroll nsnxjsjjsj WHICH MAKES SENSE. makes a lot of sense

i love how people interpret his personality... and i love seeing all the potential angst/drama/whatever you call it that could pop up because of how avoindant he is... and his relationships with the other characters... the way he so easily distances himself from others while (i know this isnt about him but once you talk deeply about one of them i suppose you cant leave out the other) moomintroll clings a little too hard onto him...

ill be honest im a bit rusty on anything moomin related, so forgive my poor memory + hesitation, but i do love em a lot still!!! no hyperfixation is dead, just dormant, as they say........... havent thought about them in a while but i should really brush up on everyones characters and the way they interact ... would be really helpful for some analysis and application to my own work and- YEAH WHATEVER YOU GET IT NEXT ONE

OKAY SO I HAVENT HEARD TOO MUCH ABOUT MUDDLER (aside from bloom's stuff - bless you bloom) BUT WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT HES VERY RELATABLE AND FUNKY AND I LOVE HIM FOR THAT... button collector.... so me fr............

im quite neutral on account of the fact that (again) i havent seen much of him, but i think hes really neato and also(!) i actually used him as inspo for my sona design... ITS JUST THAT, his design fucks so hard so so hard its such a good design. PEAK. absolute peak...

IDK ! i think muddler is such a nice and cool little critter... i would love to have more content of him!!! i need to know more about him!!! honestly atp someone could tag me on muddler content id be happy to have it... i think id really really love him if i just knew more(!!!) but i dont unfortunately waaah..