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CROWNCURSED //
Adventure Time multi-muse primarily featuring Simon Petrikov/Ice King (and Jermaine, Hunson Abadeer, + Magic Man)
semi-selective, cross-over + oc + self insert friendly, sporadic activity
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Queue: 5, asks: 4
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Other blogs: Stanley Pines @mystcryshcck
"Ugh, these lines always take so long! I mean, come on! I have places to be!"
Oh wait, silly guy! He has ice powers! He'll just go ahead and zap everyone in front of him solid and make his way up to the register!
"Boy, it sure is hot out here! I'd sure love to go somewhere cold to beat the heat- oh wait, I know where to go.. Let's visit the Ice King! Oh, good idea! Haha!"
"Oh boy, that was some party last night..."
He goes to scratch his chin but finds his wrist is attached to somebody else's. Come to think of it... this is a weird place to have a party. It's so cold! And dark!
"Hey, what's the big idea?"
@oppimism // starter call
❧ Pim tended to end up in a lot of sticky situations and him being kidnapped again was no exception to this. At this point, Pim was a little too tired to care about what happened to them; at least right now. ❝just a few more minutes…❞ he finally muttered before shutting his eyes again.
The Ice King didn't seem to mind taking charge of the situation, looking up towards the only source of light in the room, a small window some fifteen feet above them. It must be in the middle of the night, or they're underground. He rubs his aching his head, trying to remember what he was doing before this.
Oh, that's right. A stranger asked him if he'd like to see his brick collection and then he must have fallen asleep or... something? The details were fuzzy.
He all but drags Pim with him as he tries the large metal door, but to no one's surprise it's locked. Probably hasn't been used in a hundred years the way it's all rusted over.
This doesn't leave them with many options. There's no way he'd fit through those bars, but his little buddy here might be able to...
"Hey, wake up!"
He's welcome to it . She only has the lights off since her vision is usually blurred during these episodes . Can't exactly take a nap this late , but hopefully the medicine she took earlier kicks in soon .
He waits outside her door for a moment, trying to listen for any signs of movement. It's not really proper, even if they were friends, to just burst into her room unannounced and for no reason. But... he's worried. So, he knocks softly several times.
"Eileen? Are you in there?"
❝ Present . ❞
Her weary voice responds , indicating the door's unlocked . Having turned off every light expect for the one on her vanity , the brunette is currently sitting in front of it attempting to finish one of her projects . Fresh dandelions , threaded into a bracelet for Spud . The little one's birthday draws near and she wants to make something special for it .
She sounded tired. And sitting there in near darkness all by herself? He stands in the doorway, quietly contemplating the best way to approach her with his concerns.
"I was just on my way to the kitchen, would you... like some tea?"
"I'm the Ice King," he explains, conjuring snow from his fingertips with a bzzt bzzt for added effect.
"You... don't punch the boys to say hello?" Man maybe he really is out of touch with the kids. Hm.
Without warning, he grabs Rin's arm and levitates the both of them off the ground, towards his Ice Castle.
🌀 "Ice King? ...like a demon king?" He'd never seen a normal person use magic like that, and this guy didn't even look remotely normal.
"Uh- maybe in a friendly way, but-" Rin didn't have time to finish his sentence, when he found his feet suddenly lifted into the air.
"GAH! What the hell?! Put me down old fart!!" 🐈⬛
"What? Demon King? I'm nothing like that guy!"
Hunson Abadeer is scary! To be avoided at all costs! The Ice King is cool, pardon the pun. And the kidnapping.
He flies over to the entrance of his castle and finally lets Rin go. "Oh, look, you're already here! It would be rude of you to leave so soon, right? And just in time, too I'm about to give a tour so-" he puts a hand on Rin's back to guide him inside, "let's get this party started!"
He's tired of looking at this face in the mirror, poking and prodding at his nose and his cheeks and his forehead as if there's some way to make himself more attractive.
Wait a second... maybe there is! But he'll need magic. Powerful, archaic magic. He has to go where no wizard has gone before...
"Gunter, it's... time."
The Ice King stands before the fabled Mirror of Illusions. At first, nothing happens. He doesn't really know how to work this thing, but he'd be pretty peeved off if he flew all this way to find it was a dud!
And then, his reflection speaks. "Simon...name your intentions..."
Whoa! That's not creepy at all. He puts a hand up and his reflection does the same, its expression unimpressed. He does a little dance and the reflection follows along perfectly.
"Begone if you're here for no reason!"
"Hold on a second, there's a reason! Just look at me!" Handsome, buff, long white hair that ladies really dig and yet no dates?? Is it really him or the ladies at fault here? He has to do something!
"You're ugly and you wish to change that? Very well. Put your hand up to the glass and I will grant your wish..."
"Whoa, hold on, let's get something straight here. If anyone here is ugly, it's you."
"...You do realize I am a perfect reflection of you, correct?"
"No way, mister, you've got my nose all wrong! And my teeth aren't that yellow! What are you, a fun-house mirror?" The Ice King reaches out a hand and presses his palm against the glass... and then finds himself trapped on the other side while his imperfect reflection appears in the real world.
"Finally. I thought I'd never get out of that thing! This form leaves a lot to be desired but... oh well. Farewell, Simon." The Ice King pounds his fists against the glass but nothing gives. With a laugh, the doppelganger drops a curtain over the mirror and disappears.
He's welcome to it . She only has the lights off since her vision is usually blurred during these episodes . Can't exactly take a nap this late , but hopefully the medicine she took earlier kicks in soon .
He waits outside her door for a moment, trying to listen for any signs of movement. It's not really proper, even if they were friends, to just burst into her room unannounced and for no reason. But... he's worried. So, he knocks softly several times.
"Eileen? Are you in there?"
and despite everything, the sun still rises
"Ah. So you are liking the birds, also." Ingvar observed, stroking his beard. "Though... Those which following you are being flight-less, hm...?"
Unprompted asks // always accepting
"Oh, yeah, I have more penguins than I know what to do with!" Despite the abundance, there are reasons he keeps them around! "They make great footrests, and they scrub me better than I could do myself! I don't know where I would be without these guys!"
Wait... what was the question, again? He just sort of went off on a tangent there.
"Ha! Imagine that, Gunther! You, flying!" he giggles through his fingers, "I think GOLB knew better than that!"
"Oh no, I think this is it. This is it for the Ice King. It's been nice knowing you all."
The old man is trapped. No crown. No powers. Nothing to eat.
"I'm the Ice King," he replies with complete and utter disregard for how bizarre the current situation was.
"And you're out of hot water!"
He sniffs his arm. Maybe the ladies dig a guy that smells like they're making a five course meal? He's not exactly in love with the smell himself, but he's willing to give it a try.
"O-Okay...."
That was all Streber could say in response to a blue stranger not only using his shower, but using his balsamic vinegar as a soap! Ice king, huh? Who even declared this guy king of anything? Does ice even need a king? It's ice!!! This left Streber with so many more questions then before!!!
"This is some place you got here," the old man continues, hands on his hips, clearly in no real hurry to go anywhere.
"So, do you have a roommate? What's she like? Is she..." he stifles a giggle as though they're old friends at a sleepover sharing juicy gossip, "cute?"
He's tired of looking at this face in the mirror, poking and prodding at his nose and his cheeks and his forehead as if there's some way to make himself more attractive.
Wait a second... maybe there is! But he'll need magic. Powerful, archaic magic. He has to go where no wizard has gone before...
"Gunter, it's... time."
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"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't think anybody else lived here besides the penguins. I think they're adorable!" partcfyouruniverse (rose for ice king)
Unprompted asks // always accepting
"Gunter, hold still! How am I supposed to make an ice sculpture of you if you keep wandering off?"
So far, it's a good ten feet tall and made of solid, unbreakable ice. He steps back and nods. It's good, but there's something missing...
He's pulled from his thoughts as Gunter starts quacking and flailing his flippers like a mad-man.
"I said hold still-" oh. Suddenly, he's in shadow. He turns around slowly, hands at the ready to freeze the intruder for interrupting his sculpting session and sneaking up on him like that but...
Almost immediately, his powers fizzle out when he realizes it's a beautiful lady with the biggest, pinkest hair he's ever seen. His cheeks turn a lovely, rosy shade of red as he stares at her.
A new princess? Who came to him this time? Oh, Ice King, GOLB must be smiling down at you right now!
"You like penguins?" Gunter is scooped up and presented to her. The little guy stares up at her with giant, round eyes, perplexed by her hair, too. His flippers reach out in an attempt to touch it, and the Ice King does little to dissuade him.
"I've got penguins out the wazoo! Haha! Hey, do you want to go out?"
Some nights, sleep is hard to come by. The Ice King doesn't know why, but a deep and wretched longing for something keeps him up. He buries his face in his pillow, a tried and true method to shake the strange feelings that bubble to the surface every so often. It doesn't help.
So, he gets out of bed, paces by the window, eats a pint of ice cream, and feels worse, so he decides it must be this place.
Some companionship ought to make him feel better. But who would be around in the dead of night?
❧ Calls for help in the middle of the night were rare and answering them to help them were extremely rare. However, the mystery caller was offering a huge bucks to cheer the ice wizard up; right then and there. So, the critter was off to help him.
❧ while he was on journey in the snowy tundra; he couldn’t help but shake the feeling he was being watched by someone… well besides the penguins. However he couldn’t put his finger on it, Oh well it probably didn’t matter. That’s when he reached the castle; as he looked up he couldn’t help but smile a bit. ❝Mr. Ice King? Are you in there?!❞
Stuffing random things into his going-away-bag (things that serve no real purpose but he feels are necessary to bring anyway), the Ice King sighs. Gunter isn't usually very receptive to one of his moods, but the penguin found the empty ice cream container and the mess that the Ice King left in his wake, and followed the trail. A single quack doesn't get the old man's attention, so the penguin tries something else; throwing the spoon at the back of his head.
It certainly works. The Ice King whips around and snatches it off the floor to give the naughty penguin a what for, but Gunther merely points towards the door. They have company.
He rolls up his sleeves and steps onto the window ledge, glaring down at the figure below him as ice magic materializes at his fingertips. Ice winds will blow the intruder away for interrupting his very personal breakdown--
Wait, it's kind of hard to make out in the darkness but he knows this guy??? Unfortunately, the recognition does little to diminish the strong emotions he's feeling.
"What, WHAT? Come to make fun of a sad, old man? Well, guess what? You can't make me any sadder or- or- oh, what's the point?"
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