#simon petrikov fic

[borealis-strange]

Happy new year I guess.

have some designs from my normal au for adventure time, since I’m obsessed with that now.

left to right: Finn, Jake, Simon and Betty

They live on the same street (or apartment complex, I still can’t decided) Jake is Finn’s legal guardian since he adopted him when he was a baby, Jake was only 23. Simon and Betty are around 50 and are married. Marcelino is their adopted child. Simon works as a profesor in a university (he is Fiona’s teacher) and Betty is a journalist. Maybe they have an antique shop or something

that’s what I have in mind, if you want to know more, let me know!

[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

[emositecc]

Based on @katzone’s Ice King Identity Crisis AU

[binalakarchive]

the way you used to be

[numericturtle]

A little doodle dump for @moronic-validity ‘s recent fic The Suitor. I helped with concept and some of the dialogue in this one! (Thank you Diana for understanding my need for fancy ice husbands and fairy tale moments)

[eats-a-berry]

wjatever......i dont even care.........WHATEVER

[ellebells]

Thinking a lot about how Simon himself is, in essence, a walking ship of Theseus. At what point between Simon and Ice King did he become a different person? The crown changed him, sure, but it mostly just scrambled what was already there in his brain. And we know that even after becoming “himself” again, he’s been fundamentally altered by the experience. Ice King is still with him, even if the crown isn’t.

[toastchus]

super self indulgent art🫶🏼

[pineconnie]

adventure time / infinity train au where in this scene simon says something that upsets betty and she runs onto the bus and simon goes after her but they get transported to the infinity train instead and they learn how to be in a healthy relationship

[mynamesnotdahlia]

simon petrikov is so trans that it doesn’t matter which way you hc it

[bluecatears]

No, still gonna be mad.

Cause still like why couldn’t Simon have been like “I’m excited for you to go on this trip let’s go out when you get back!” And Betty could have like kissed him goodby and been like “It’s a date😉” then they send each-other letters for six months with updates on how it’s going until Betty does come back one day and Simon is there to pick her up from the airport and they have dinner somewhere. They live a Normal life getting married happy ever after until the mushroom bomb where they both survive as immortals somehow find Marcy and raise her as a daughter forever 😭😭

[borealis-strange]

Another chapter!!

[frrruuuuit]

“My love for you is eternal,” Her voice, loud and strong, emanated through space. “No matter where you are, I will always be with you.”

screaming crying throwing up this fic is soo goood jdhfjskhfjsd simon my boy 😭

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+ lil bonus under the cut >:)

[paragonrobits]

"You know, for a while I didn't even really try to stop the crown." Simon Petrikov put his hands together, absently tapping his fingers against each other like he had an invisible finger trap. "I just... let things happen."

Bubblegum nodded, making a note of it in a small notepad she had brought. "Mm hmm?"

"At first I didn't know what was going on. And when I did, I suppose... I just wanted to know what was happening. I was scared but it was a new, unprecedented experience. And honestly, finding things out was all I had left." He looked into the distance. "Betty was gone. I, uh. I never really had any friends. And for a while, once I started looking different, I could only go outside at night."

"Why exactly?" Bubblegum appeared to rethink the question as soon as she said it, having put a few things together; humans hadn't always been so used to things that looked... too different.

"Well, you probably already guessed but once my skin turned blue, and I couldn't stop my hair from going all over the place, I... oh, it's silly. It must sound like a such a minor thing."

"No no, it's fine! I just forget. The world wasn't always so... hrm, what's the word? Morphologically diverse."

Simon nodded again. "Yeah, I never really thought of it like that but, yeah. It's easier, nowadays, to just be something different." He thought about the old days, before the war but after the crown.

Simon thought about telling her about the newspaper articles. 'A Sighting of the Sideways Ghoul.' Or the times he'd been trying to get groceries without being seen, and spotted too early or just before he was out of side, and then for a moment after the screams stopped, imagining what it had been like to see him lurking in the dark. Blue skin and a body so cold his breath was visibly making little frosted plumes in the air... hair sticking all over the place and not quite hair anymore and not exactly feathers. His hands, long and gnarled with too many joints and sharp at the ends...

He'd saw himself in a mirror, once, back then, when he hadn't expected a mirror there. It helped him understand, he supposed. It just didn't make him feel any better to see what he had become. And how much further he was going to fall.

"But, well, then the Great Mushroom War happened and I had a few more pressing issues at the time. Staying alive, finding food, avoiding people..."

"Wait, all people? Even other survivors?"

Simon looked down the table. "...Yeah. People got... trigger happy. Even if they were looking for community, or other survivors, they weren't looking for something like me." He stopped, and rephrased the sentence, realizing too late the reflex, what it suggested about how he thought of himself. "Some one like me, I mean."

"Anyway," he continued. "I just... stopped caring, I guess. I let the crown do what it wanted. I let it in, you know? I just... stopped holding back. I let it in," he said again. "I think I didn't see a way out then. I was alone, everyone I met ran away or shot at me, and it hurt, thinking that I'd spend the rest of my life alone."

He drummed his fingers on the table. Absently, he glanced aside at the third member of the little get-together, currently making something in the kitchen.

He breathed in and out; it took a long time, like he was gathering up years and years of loneliness and self-loathing and misery and just... letting it fly away.

"So what changed?" Bubblegum asked. She glanced aside too. And he knew that she already knew what he was going to say, or had a suspicion. "Clearly you started fighting against the crown's influence at some point after that. You kept yourself reasonably lucid for years; from what Finn has told me, and what I've learned, no one else has managed to do that for even a matter of hours, and you did it for years."

"...Huh. Weird. It kind of makes me feel a bit better about things. But, well, I guess its always the simple answers that surprise you. So what changed, you ask?"

Simon glanced aside again, and once more he looked right at Marceline. She looked back at them, gave them a cheeky little wave, and went back to what she was doing. Simon turned to Bubblegum, found a little smile, and more calmly than at any point in the conversation he said "Well, I guess I found something to live for."

[deadinsideart]

They're old friends, your honor

[universallywriting]

There's this really short moment for Simon, right after everything with Golb, where things kind of work with Marceline.

He stays with her and it's all a mess at the beginning. But that's what works! It's always worked that way for them. For a very brief moment, they're in sync by being out of sync. He's as pathetic and crazy as Ice King because he's just lost Betty, so it works.

Six weeks after he's got a permanent place to live and he doesn't need to crash at her place anymore. He's not even happy when he walks into it, really, though he can't say why.

The why comes when Marceline comes over. Her eyes are bright and her voice is bubbly because she's back with Bubblegum, and it suddenly hits him - slams into him so hard that he's just standing there, his body nodding along while he's left it.

This is insane.

His mind knots itself up over and over again as he tries to make sense of it. He carried this little girl on his back through the fallout of an apocalypse (that's fine) and she grew up over a thousand years to a feral demon teen (it's really fi) and he tried to marry the girl she's in love with (it's so completely absolutely fine it's so) because he was crazy, he was really crazy, he was so crazy and he's not anymore and

One time, she comes over, and he says to one of her stories, "That's crazy, right?"

She laughs and goes. "Yeah! It was insane."

So he goes, "No, I mean it's crazy, Marceline. The whole world is crazy!"

And she looks at him. She looks at him and she smiles and she says, "You're not, Simon."

He loves her. He loves her so much. She knew him better than anyone else alive.

Knew.

She knew him.

The moment ends.