So that sneak peek I gave was some of the rough designs for this kid right here.
I made a friend of mine make a request yesterday. She told me to get on the BubblegumxMarceline love child/science baby bandwagon. So I did.
I don't have a name for her yet but I keep calling her Black Licorice. Which is kind of a dumb name. All I really know about her is that she's quite shy. Which I think is an adorable contrast to her parents.
She's fun enough to be on the lookout for more of her when I'm sufficiently not feeling the responsibility scene and/or killing time.
Sugarless gumdrop it is my anons. Apologies that it took me so long to get this fic out. I love you guys, and I just want you to know that I never forgot about you. Never ever.
Words: 853
Rating: K+
If asked, Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum would explain that she had never envisioned her future to end up the way it did. She had spent a great deal of her younger years pining for a Prince that would never exist. Well, at least not a Prince in every sense of the word. Bonnibel, though scientifically inclined, had an imagination. One that she had used to imagine that she would spend her later years married to a hunk and taking noontime walks through the Candy Kingdom’s lush gardens. But as she progressed through her life, those daydreams she had dwelled on as a child became less and less the future she actually grew to want.
“Yes, dear?” She stood from her vanity, gathering her petticoats and observing as Marceline took a step back and gestured her hand towards the door.
“You ready to go? She glanced out the window, checking to make sure the sun had gone down all the way before looking back to Marceline and nodding.
“Let me guess, he’s waiting at the door again?” Bonnibel cooed to Marceline as she slid her arm into the nook of Marceline’s elbow. As they began walking through the corridors of her castle, Bonnibel squeezed herself close to her, feeling the gentle rumble of a chuckle in her chest.
“You can’t expect him to not be excited. After all, we only get the opportunity to do this once a month.” She looked up at Marceline, catching her gaze briefly and nodding in understanding. The rest of their walk to the castle’s front doors was in peaceful quiet. A calm before the storm.
As soon as they rounded the corner into the waiting room, the sound of excited yips and barks began to echo throughout the chamber. Marceline broke away from Bonnibel, shifting into a wolf just before a pup of the same coal-black hue tackled into her. For a few minutes they wrestled together, a blob of dark fur and pearly teeth, as well as playful growls and yips. Bonnibel stood back, arms crossed over her chest, rolling her eyes.
“Ahem.” her deliberate throat-clearing caused the ruckus to immediately halt. “If you are thoroughly finished, I would like for us to begin leaving now.” she watched on as they broke from each other, remaining in their wolven forms. “And I would like for us to walk there, this time. On two feet.”
They sat on the marbled candy floor, staring up at her. Bonnibel tried, and failed, to not notice the glistening sparkle of both Marceline’s crimson eyes and that of her son’s cerulean ones. She tilted her head back and groaned in defeat.
“Fine. Where’s the basket, Marcus?” The pup jumped to his feet and scampered off across the room to where Bonnibel’s throne was. Before she could command him to do otherwise, he jumped up onto the seat and retrieved a wicker basket. He brought it back in his teeth, leaving slobber on the handle that Bonnibel grimaced at before tentatively accepting it. After wiping the handle clean she looped her arm through it and hiked up her skirts, throwing her leg over Marceline’s furred shoulders.
If it hadn’t been for years of practice from riding Lady Rainicorn, she would undoubtedly had taken a nasty spill as Marceline bounded off. Bonnibel curled her fingers into the midnight pelt and hunkered down, flowing along with the movements of Marceline’s effortless lopes.
It took almost no time for them to reach their destination. When they came to a stop, Bonnibel dismounted Marceline and gazed from the hillside back to where the Candy Kingdom stood in silence. The sound of rough-housing and merriment brought Bonnibel’s attention back to where Marceline and Marcus were now human and chasing one another around the valley below the slope.
Bonnibel had a hard time believing he’d already grown so much in just four years. Marcus had gotten more of Marceline’s looks with pitch-black hair and sharp facial features. His complexion though had taken after Bonnibel’s, more pink than grey. When it came to the abilities that he grew into, the shapeshifting had been the one Marceline found most exciting, though Bonnibel could have cared less for the fur that began finding it’s way into her sheets at night. He was capable of eating solid food instead of having to drink shades of red, which Bonnibel enjoyed since it saved some of the color in her kingdom, but the most important aspect was that he had Marceline’s vulnerability to the sun.
“Marcus! Marceline! Get up here and eat!” Bonnibel had finished setting up the blanket and a small candle before calling them from their playtime. As they trudged up the hill towards her, she couldn’t help but muse quietly to herself, recalling old daydreams of walking in sunbathed gardens. She didn’t miss the thoughts and certainly didn’t miss her naive portrait of a perfect life.
No, Bonnibel had come to prefer the glow of the moon far more than the sun any day.
