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[saragapen]

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[watchfrog]

princess bubblegum my beloved 😔

[bossmodeplus]

It’s been a hot minute since I last saw both parts of Lemonhope and goodness does it hit like an emotional truck. 

Lemonhope clashes with PB’s ideals: freedom vs responsibility. In Lemonhope’s mind, he is free to do whatever he desires and he has that right. On its own, it’s not a terrible hill to die on. But given the context that his own family saved him, it’s a really awful sting of a response. This is illustrated with PB offering LH two cupcakes. LH argues that Finn can get his own cupcakes and pouts at the prospect of offering him one of his. 

LH spends the bulk of the episode going about things his own way, even after PB’s visit to Castle Lemongrab. He sees a ship passing by a town and stows away on it. The boy realizes that he is a horse with no steed free to make his own path. The quiet peace of the dream is upended by pink footsteps and a half eaten Lemongrab 2. It’s a really nice symbolism that PB is trying to pave the path for him/LH feels smothered by her and that Lemongrab 2 sought LH to escape his situation.

Eventually the ship crashes and its resources dwindle, leaving a weakened Lemonhope to find resources himself. 

Freedom to get water.

LH finds himself in a desert and laments that a cloud above could be free to produce water. But it doesn’t. He comes across Phlannel Boxingday who gets the boy’s plight of doing whatever whenever. Phlannel also states that sure, Lemonhope is free to do as he chooses but he can also save his family in Castle Lemongrab. This is prompted from talks of the boy’s dreams, another of which being that he feels literally bound over the state of his family. Boxingday cannot do so because of treaties (PB talked of being impeded by the same earlier on....). Phlannel also inspires LH to use his harp as a means of helping them both.

The young boy goes back to his own place of conception, the very place which caused him misery by a now, enlarged despot Lemongrab. The corrupt ruler has gone so far as to engorge on Lemongrab 2, who urges the boy to use his harp. The harp is played, causing the despot to explode and with that LH frees his brethren from totalitarian clutches. 

The ruler isn’t dead, however, as PB knits him back together. She states that the ruler is vestigial and his brain will ‘knit’ itself back after some time. Bubblegum asks the supposed ‘heir’ if he’d like to rule Castle Lemongrab considering its original ruler was usurped by him. LH only comes back because he wanted Finn and PB to stop worrying over his welfare. He departs, leaving a disappointed Finn and PB. Bubblegum tells Finn that she even whipped a new room for him as well as a song.

Cut to many years later and we hear Princess Bubblegum’s song of the young child who turned down the crown. It’s a celebratory song juxtaposed to sadly ambient chords and the silent melancholy of abandoned civilization. It’s a harsh metatextual reminder that nothing lasts forever.

He revisits the castle, though this time on his own terms. It no longer holds the oppressive atmosphere synonymous with its halls. But there’s nothing celebratory that comes of traversing these halls one more time. Everyone’s gone. The end of the two parter sees LH sleeping in respite.

For how self-serving Lemonhope was being in the beginning of his episode, this doesn’t feel like some poetic justice or karmic payoff. It doesn’t feel like a win, either.  There’s a lingering sadness in the end for a few reasons. The destruction of civilization aside, there’s the rough duality of freedom. If you go though life as LH did, it’ll prove very lonely. ‘I don’t owe you anything’ goes both ways. If you don’t do anything for anyone, no one has any obligation for you to lean on them when times get tough. When you get vulnerable, all you’ll have is you. There’s also the theme of extancy being sobering. Hundreds of years is a long time and in that time you’ll see your peers as well as loved ones die. LH will spend the rest of his days with no one. 

[charliedanilovich]

image descriptions: text messages that depict a conversation, lsp and lemongrab have been edited onto it to make it seem like thei is their conversation with Lemongrab sending the first message and her responding. The first message is excuse me miss have you ever been arrested. The reply is yeah. how could you tell. the response is I was gonna say it's illegal to br that cute but now I'm curious. The final response is aggravated assualt. The second image is a simple drawing of lsp and lemongrab having a conversation. LSP looks exasperated and it gesticulating with her tiny hands while saying how is it decided if an animal is extinct like have they really looked everywhere??? I doubt it!" everywhere is in caps. Lemongrab looks at her smiling with heart eyes. end description.

they have so much comedic potential please let me see them again in distant lands just for 5 seconds I am asking politely. 

[prime-pulse]

Trying to work out Tearley and Terry’s host-parasite relationship... I apologize to all my followers who are tired of hearing abt Tearley for the 7364838382th time 💔

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[gumceline]

“If you break anything else, you’re paying for it”.

[lerildeal]

This is the Candy Kingdom flag I designed for @j4gm ‘s contest on Twitter. The contest ended up not happening so imma post it here. It was really fun to make

[myqueenmarceline]

Down to the Root chapter 2: Shootout

Back with another chapter of my Bubbline/person of interest crossover fanfic

Summary: Marcy is stuck between several gunmen and a hard place... Luckily, she has Bonnie to help her out.

Warning: this chapter contains graphic violence and several unnamed characters being murdered.

Thank you to @nebula-gaster for beta reading this!

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25732921/chapters/63926482

Since this is a series of loosely connected oneshots, you don’t need to read any prior chapters to understand!

Shit, this was not going well. Marceline winced as her gun clicked. The clip was empty.

She ducked behind a wall, gunfire hammering the place she had just been standing. She reached into her pocket, already knowing she would come up empty. That had been the last of her ammunition, and she still had four soldiers after her.

She would’ve thought that the government would give up on her by now, but apparently they still wanted to retire her. It was a shame; these agents could have had promising careers if they hadn’t been sent after her. Marceline had already taken down at least ten, but things were beginning to fall apart. She was getting near the back of the warehouse, and they probably had a sniper trained on the back exit. Her exit vehicle was out front, so she wouldn't be able to get to it without taking out the agents. She had engaged in hand-to-hand combat with someone wielding a gun before, but if the others weren’t distracted somehow then she would just get shot.

She instinctively ducked down as another round of fire went off, this time coming from her left. Shit, they were closing in on her location. The heavy metal shelving units could only hide her for so long. There had to be a way out of this, she just had to think…

There was movement in her peripheral. She whirled around, throwing a punch. She grunted as her assailant caught it, grabbing their other hand before they could hit her back.

Instead of resisting her grip or kicking her, the woman twined their fingers together. Marceline looked at the masked woman with confusion, and she stared back.

Well, if she wasn’t going to act then Marceline would. She used her bodyweight to throw the woman into her cover. The bang echoed out loudly, but it wasn’t loud enough to cover up the familiar groan of pain. Marceline let go of the girl, and grabbed her balaclava. She pulled the hood off, and familiar strawberry blonde locks tumbled out.

“Relax honey, it’s just me.” Bonnie smiled at her, using her foot to drag a duffle bag she’d dropped closer to them.

Marceline glared at Bonnie, tossing the hood into her lap. “What are you doing here?”

“How did you find me?” Marceline flinched as another round of gunfire went off, looking out for any ricochets or stray shards of shrapnel. They might be small, but it was a bitch to pick them all out.

“She told me you might need some help.” Bonnie tapped her earpiece and winked.

Bonnie opened up her bag, revealing two .50 caliber handguns and one M16. She handed the smaller guns over to Marceline, and pressed four spare clips of ammunition into her other hand. She took the M16 for herself, lifting it with a practiced grip. Marceline had the vague feeling that she had seen Bonnie do this before, but she didn’t think Bonnie had used one of these on their missions before. She knew better than to ask about Bonnie’s past, but it was interesting that she knew how to handle so many heavy weapons.

Bonnie leaned in, kissing Marceline’s cheek. She was warm, her lips brushing against the corner of Marceline’s mouth. It was almost like time had slowed down, giving Marceline a chance to savour the touch. She began leaning in, but Bonnie pulled away.

The peck couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds, but Marceline felt like it had gone on for much longer than that. She licked her lips, staring at Bonnie. They had flirted a few times on missions, but Bonnie had never kissed her like that before.

“Good luck, sweetie.” Bonnie winked, playfully pursing her lips. She paused, her expression going blank as she cocked her head to listen to the Machine. She nodded as she heard the message, her eyes refocusing back on Marceline. “I’ll take the two on the left, you go after the ones on the right.”

Before Marceline had the chance to say anything, Bonnie stood up and fired two shots. Judging by the metal clanging, she had hit someone in the knee and dropped them. She charged forward recklessly, putting her faith in the Machine to protect her.

Marceline scrambled, shoving one of the guns into her holster. She used the other one to cover Bonnie, pinning down the agent closest to them with a few well-placed shots. She desperately wanted to touch her cheek, but she didn’t have time for distractions now. She had to get out of the building, and make sure Bonnie didn’t hurt herself.

Both of the agents were in front of her, but Marceline still glanced back to check her blind spot. No one. She ducked between the shelves, creeping around to the left as quietly as she could.

She peeked around the corner, pausing as she saw the agent. As she crept closer, she recognized the coiling design on his arm. Mulligan, Agent 270819. He’d just come on when she’d been given the boot. He was focused on the scuffling sounds from Bonnie, giving Marceline the perfect chance to creep up behind him.

Bonnie’s musical laugh echoed off the walls, and Marceline snapped. Marceline grabbed the agent’s head and jerked it back, pressing the gun against his back. One clean shot, right in the middle of the spine. The bullet didn’t break the sternum, and she let him go as he slumped to the ground. One more shot to the back of the head, just to be safe.

The last agent seemed to know that they were being hunted, because they got very quiet all of a sudden. Marceline crept between the shelves. This was just like her training exercises; she just had to wait for a slip-up.

A radio crackled, and a gunshot went off. Marceline rushed around the corner, gun up. Bonnie was standing there, the agent’s body at her feet.

“That’s all of them.” Bonnie squatted down, picking up a cellphone. She removed the sim card, and crushed it beneath her heel. Marceline knew better than to ask questions; the answer would always have to do with the Machine. “Let’s go, sweetie.”

Their footsteps echoed in the quiet warehouse, and it put Marceline on-edge. The two of them might be alone, but someone could be watching. The kiss was still on Marceline’s mind, nagging at her like a metal shell embedded in her skin. Did it mean anything, or was this just another one of Bonnie’s games?

Marceline grabbed Bonnie’s shoulder before she could step out of the warehouse, tugging her back. “What was that about?”

She peeked out slowly, her gun in one hand. There were no good sniper vantage points, but that didn’t mean someone couldn’t be hiding out there. She held her gun tightly, not turning the safety on yet. She walked over to the car, double-checking the licence plate number. The Machine had told her 07A3T8 would already be hotwired and ready to use.

“What do you mean?” Bonnie asked, her hand brushing against Marceline’s back as she walked around the car.

“Never mind.” Marceline jerked the driver’s door open, and got inside.

There was no point in trying to understand Bonnie’s behaviour. She would just have to appreciate whatever scraps of affection she got, and not complain. After all, Bonnie had saved her life more than once already. That should be more than enough.