#marceline core

[zzztlk]

Lots of thoughts on the finale but what really tickles me is that Marshall writes western style music in contrast to Marceline's preference for indie rock

[punkeropercyjackson]

I like Older Brother Core but i'll be honest,i feel like it becoming seen as the quissisential of punk characters is a result of the whitewashing punk culture in media,in this case in the 2000s specifically.Like why is your idea of 'the ultimate punks' white boys who're mean to younger people with an emphasis on their own siblings rather than black/queer women activists and especially black queer women activists when historically they were the backbone of punk when it was being created........and why do you treat punk like it's inherently masculine when most punk men present femininely at least in mix with masculinity if not just are straight up femmes and when there's a whole punk subtype exclusively for lesbians with a subtype within itself exclusively for black lesbians

[sttinkky]

Sorry I’m not made of sugar,

Am I not sweet enough for you?

[glitzclitz]

[luzclara]

[sweetlurr]

[priestblaster]

is anyone else been getting force fed a disturbing amount of casual biphobia lately????? i really do try to go out my way to avoid it but it's been everywhere and about everything???? sometimes i think bisexuals should be meaner

[little-green-lies]

Can I just say that I never thought I'd be reblogging so much Bubbline content in 2023. Like Obsidian back in 2020 was already a nice little treat. But to think that five years after the finale we'd have not just a revisit but a resurgence of love for Adventure Time. From a fandom that wasn't exactly dead, but was definitely dormant. I mean Bubbline shippers really fucking won. We went from a hypothetical backstory, to a confirmed history, to a slow burn handled with the utmost care. Concluding with confirmation to the audience that they were officially back together. And then they decided to show us their lives post finale and that was already shocking considering how the media treats sapphic relationships. Especially in animation. But then they gave us a spinoff show with the genderbent versions of this amazing ship and that's cool, I love Marshall and Gary. But they didn't just leave us with that, oh no. They ALSO gave us our girls, both in canon and as an au (which was phenomenal). And basically confirmed that they truly are soulmates no matter the universe. Even when they don't fall in love, their destinies are entwined. Like...that's unheard of. We're just barely getting storylines like that in live action. And they gave us that in a cartoon! And they weren't even a background ship. They were THE ship. I just... I've never been so happy. And the creativity that artists have now that we have more design choices and more outfits. It makes me cry every time I see it across ALL of my socials.

[mgdln333]

[snobgoblin]

also like you've SEEN how badly Lucio gets sunburnt. Reise is so screwed

[smodora-studios]

marceline's bass is the bass I want IRL. also, I know her bass guitar has 4 strings but the pixel gods did not will it

[paragonrobits]

Finn's hands shake these days. He doesn't like anyone else to see it. Marceline was not a very analytical person, and she had good reason for that. She had about a thousand years to remind her why she didn't like thinking about things she couldn't change, or that would hurt her too much to dwell on it.

She lost people. Sometimes, they changed on her, becoming unrecognizable or losing themselves. Sometimes they just... stopped. The body wound down, they stopped moving, stopped being, and then they were gone.

So Marceline had taught herself; don't analyze it. Don't think about it. Just let it go, let whatever happen... let it do its own thing.

Finn was an exception, in a lot of ways. He was the exception to her not caring much about people anymore; not getting involved with the people of her ancestors, or letting herself get tied down, bound to the land again, get involved.

With him, she was sure involved. She couldn't let go; not with him. It was true enough when he had been a kid full of guts and gusto and more wisdom than made sense for a kid barely older than she had been when she'd lost Simon, and it was still true now that he was almost as old as her mother had been when she'd lost her mother.

(She tries not to think about the connections, the closed circles. She tries very hard not to think about the parallels and how she loses people, and she tries so very hard to keep his memory close, to pin down every fragile recollection of his smile or the way his breath caught around certain words, because some part of her isn't ready to lose him too, and she doesn't want to forget him.)

Why her? Why trust this frailty around her? Why did he feel alright, when he hid it around everyone else?

She lets these thoughts circle around in her brain, snapping around each other like fish territorial enough to bite but too lonely to actually chase the other off. And she lets him lay his hand into her palm.

Both his hands, if you count the prosthetic. It's basically a pincer with little manual dexterity; she wonders why he keeps it, or why Bonnibel doesn't make him a better one. One time she asked, and when Bonnibel said in halting tones that she thought Finn wanted to hurt himself by refusing another real hand, she didn't want to think too much about it anymore.

True enough then, true enough now. Finn was some kind of an emotional masochist. Smiling on the outside, and letting himself bleed on the inside. He could smile and she could hear him screaming inside, letting all that pain build up and up and rip him to pieces.

Because he thought he didn't deserve to feel any better, or because he blamed himself for too many things.

For still being here when Jake and his adoptive parents were gone, for the people he didn't get there in time to save, for the enemies he couldn't save from themselves, for not being there for Simon before he had understood what was really wrong with him back when they'd first fought all the time, for not being the son he thought his biological mother wanted and feeling like a failure every time she tried to talk to him...

(Her hand, a dull gray with the hints of the more vibrant browns she might have had, if not for her father's cursed blood, gently moves against his palm. His hand is so much larger, sturdier, and scared now, but it feels very much like the same hand. In the same way, she feels like a kid again, but also an adult able to face what she is and accept what she has become.

She squeezes his hand. She isn't looking, but she feels the faint bristle of his beard moving against his body, the slow and deliberate turn of him moving to face her. She feels the intensity of his gaze, and then it softens when he looks aside. Something feels soft now, when it hadn't been like that before.

It's a delayed reaction. But he squeezes her hand back. They're children lost in the woods, they're mighty adventurers who come home and don't really know anyone that hurts in exactly the same way they do, they're people who tried and didn't quite pull it off, they're a whole tangled mess so different but so similar in so many ways, and somehow it feels right just sitting there; letting herself be known to him, as he lets himself be known to her.)

Marceline's mouth quirks, in the briefest hint of a smile. It's a genuine one. A hint of her monster's fangs are visible, just like all the painful scars and stitches on his body are visible. The both of them are scarred; the both of them broken and tired, and only really showing it here away from a world that needs them.

She remembers teasing him as a henchman and being so pleased when he'd seen through her games, saw that she didn't actually want to hurt someone. She remembers a boy tearing a portal open to the very lowest realm in the multiverse in the hopes of some kind of reconciliation between herself and her biological father, and she remembers trusting him so much she didn't even realize when she was a-okay with him moving around in her mind to put her memories back.

That was intimacy of some kind. Right? Trusting someone so much you let them inside your past. It was one of those realizations that hits like a bolt of lightning when you realize it, and the understanding of it has already sunk deep into just being part of the way the world works.

His hand quivers a bit, and then stills. Very much like a beast scared of the world but content near you.

Is this love?

She isn't sure. She prefers not to worry about that sort of thing too much.

They just sit there, a while longer.

And the sun starts to rise, and completely on reflex, he moves gently in front of her, interrupting the sunlight with his body, so it doesn't hurt her.

Just like she tries to keep his own problems from hurting him; even if there's not a lot he can do about it, he still tries, and that means something.

Marceline laughs, in a soft and peaceful way. "Come on, dude," she says, tugging at his wrist. "Bonnie's waiting. Let's go home."

[lordbjornart]

Have a great Tuesday to all of you dear ones! Now going to the scenarios, the Cloud Kingdom!!

Exactly, the Kingdom of Prince Blizzard is a floating island, it has two types of architecture, one more rustic and medieval, and the other modern and more detailed...

Both represent different eras of the construction of the kingdom, this is due to the kingdom being slightly old compared to the others that I will show soon!

[sttinkky]

I know i say this everytime but this is my favorite song from adventure time!

[mik3stuff]

YES YOU ARE SO BINGO AND MARCIE,LITERALLY THEM FUSED

👇🏻 me rn 😭😭😭

OMT THIS IS ACTUALLY ONE OF THE SWEETEST THING SOMEBODY EVER TOLD ME WHAT A GREAT FUCKING COMPLIMENT 💔💔💔 ILY/gen/affectionate/fraternally

[bombyer]

CHAT. HEAR ME OUT.