#shut up bmo
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“Sorry Marceline your Princess is in another castle…”
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I'm trying to make a bunch of reference sheets for all my characters and I'm just now realizing I should have started this a lot sooner
#but its been fun#ive been taking my time#working on bmos sun and I can't believe his design has changed so much since the first time i drew him#both sun and moon used to look more lanky and more alien-like#idc i love how they look now#ren won't shut up
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My professor for my 8am is a morning person and it frankly makes him more annoying
#I would like him more if this class was in the afternoon#BMO goes to college#also I disdain old men who audit history classes#learn how to shut the fuck up im trying to learn
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sooooooo excited to watch the clocks go from 1:59am to 1:00am at work tonight and have to stay an hour longer than normal bc of it
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I need you to do a blurb/head cannon of Rafe fucking you until you cry then he degrades you as he keeps going. Overstimulation from hell 🥹💦
dacryphilia blurb with rafe...
warnings 18+, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia (lol you know i be loving the hell out this one), degrading, use of a vibrator because i couldn't help myself, language
author's note this took me so long to do bc i took a break and i'm so sorry for that but hopefully the smut makes up for it
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Your legs are in the air, trembling terribly as Rafe mercilessly drills his hips into you. The vibrations from the dainty little toy in his hand against your tender clit send shockwaves through your body, making you squirm and writhe around on the bed helplessly.
"Rafe. Please, baby. I-I can't," you whine, the tremendous and overwhelming pleasure causing your emotions to bubble up. You're barely able to catch your breath as Rafe punishes your pussy, and all you can muster up the energy for is simply letting Rafe fuck you into his mercy.
"Yes, you can. You're gonna take this cock whether you like it or not," he grunts. His hand slithers around your throat, squeezing as his cock slams into you harder. You clench around his cock, and he smirks down at you, going harder. "You wanna mouth off and say I can't make you cum? Fine. But I'm gonna show you just how wrong you are."
"I'm s-sorry. Shit," you cry, your voice strangled as tears prick in your eyes and begin to flow down your warm cheeks. He hits a rather deep but delicious part of you, buried into you far enough that it causes you to yelp.
"Aww, you’re crying? My cock is just too much for you, huh? You were talking such a big game about how I could barely get you there. Now, look at you. Poor baby.”
Rafe turns the level up on the vibrator, the buzzing now even more vigorous as it's pressed against you.
“Rafe,” you sob, feeling his cock plunge into you deeper when he presses down on your stomach. "Please. I didn't mean it. I take it back."
Rafe's hand moves to your jaw, clutching it tightly in warning. “God, you’re such a fucking crybaby. Stop being a brat. You're gonna give me one more on my time.”
“Rafe, p-please. It hurts. Can’t hold it, baby. I can’t.”
“Good. Maybe that'll teach you to keep your mouth shut.”
You clench around his cock, your walls gripping his cock tightly. You aren't able to put up much more of a fight, but to Rafe, that doesn't matter. No matter how this goes, he's going to teach you a valuable lesson.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum. Hold that shit.”
You try and try, but there's no use. There's just too much going on. Rafe has completely taken over every one of your senses, and you feel the control slipping through your fingers. You cum hard, already feeling the impending soreness from Rafe's wild antics.
Your chest heaves erratically while you struggle to catch your breath, and the fact that Rafe hasn't stopped does nothing to aid you with your endeavours.
“Did you just cum?”
You watch as his irises darken, assumably from the fact that you've taken his power from him, and you know you're in for it.
“Now I'm gonna give you something to really cry about.”
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬?• 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦
SUMMARY: Jude lied to you and said he was going to stay with you instead of transferring. You felt betrayed
First half is written by @iicldkwhatimdoingheretbh Credit to them for the idea
“babeee, you will not believe what I saw in the grocery shop”
I couldn’t do it. I could not look him in the face. Not after what he did.
Whenever jude and I were to talk about his transfers we would just say that there’s time so we don’t have to rush. Yesterday’s conversation was the closest thing to a finalized decision stating that he would rather stay in dortmund than transfer this season.
“plus, it would be selfish for me to leave you and bmo , no?” he added before taking a midday nap with him occasionally leaving lazy kisses and us staring at each other in awe.
Waking up to my phone buzzing with several messages from all sorts of social media, I was crushed.
At first I couldn’t believe it, it’s social media after all but the tweet from fabrizio rom and the several edited pictures of him in the oh so familiar white jersey stated otherwise.
“babe? Where are you?”
My back was turned to him as he was approaching the kitchen.
“mmh, I missed yo-“ the second he hugged my waist from behind and put his head in the crook of my neck I pushed him away.
“what?”
I turned to look at him. My cheeks stained with tears and eyes heavy.
“look love I-“
“you could’ve just told me you know. Instead of lying.”
“babe I know but-“
“no seriously I don’t want to hear it right now”
I walked away from Jude. The frown on my face didn’t fully show how pissed off i were at him.
I knew this was silly of me to be mad about, but I really felt betrayed by those rumors of him going to real Madrid.
“baby please let me explain.” Jude sat next to me, reaching out to take my hand in his, but before he could get comfortable, I pulled away.
That hurt Jude.
“what is there to explain?” I asked. “You lied to me and said you were going to stay at Dortmund. You were going play for another season until I finished college before you picked another team. You said we were going to stick together.”
Tears began to form in my eyes. I didn’t want to look at Jude I knew if I did I would end up crying.
“why’d you lie Jude?”
I got up, not feeling comfortable around him. The room felt like it was getting hotter as the seconds passed.
Jude and I have been together for three years. From the day we met we have been together, stuck like glue to one another.
I couldn’t imagine being in two different countries. him playing and training in Spain while I’m doing uni in Germany. I was afraid it would ruin our relationship.
I walked to the right off the sitting room and shut the door. I stared at myself in the mirror, wiping a few tears that had escaped from my eyes.
After a couple of minutes of mentally talking to myself, I opened the door. Jude stood on the other side. He was waiting for me.
“Bab-“
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore Jude. I can’t control your decision. It’s your life. I’ll be fine here, By myself”
I brushed passed Jude to go to the bedroom
Jude followed me. He watched as I pulled out my suitcase and began stuffing clothes into it.
“baby, what are you doing? Stop!”
Jude tried to shut my suitcase, but I pushed him away.
“Jude stop. I’m leaving. I need to learn how to be on my own without you since you’re going to Madrid.”
“y/n you’re being selfish.”
“Yeah of course I’m being selfish. It’s not like I promised someone I was going to stay with them even though that was a lie.”
I zipped my suitcase up and walked out of the room. Jude wasn’t far behind.
“Baby please don’t leave me!” Jude walked in front of you. He got on his knees looking up at me.
“Please, I won’t go! Just don’t leave me please.”
jude looked up at me, pleading eyes. He needed me to stay.
I shook my head. “jude, I can’t. You made your decision. I have to go ok?”
I pulled away from him and walked around. I knew if I stayed a second more Jude would be right back on his knees in front of me, begging for me to stay.
I heard Jude calling out my name but I choose to ignore him. I walked outside to my car. I placed my suitcase in my trunk before climbing into the drivers seat.
Before I could pull away, Jude came over to the driver's side. "What about us? You're just going to throw it away because I'm transferring?"
I sighed. "Yes. If you can't be truthful and honest with me then there's no reason for us to be together." I exhaled holding back tears. "I hope you're happy with your decision Jude."
I shut the door, starting the car. Maybe I was being dramatic by leaving because Jude was transferring, but it was what was best for me. I have to put myself first.
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This is so dramatic. I'm obsessed. Maybe there will be a part two but honestly it depends on Jude's decision 😭
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This week’s bad batch episode reactions
Poor babies
It’s giving obi wan’s zygerria arc from tcw
Pretty clouds
I love rampart being shut down
MOM IS HERE !!!!
Why is rampart so funny this season
Wrecker and crosshair in unison is not something I thought I needed but here we are
Like really why am I starting to like rampart he’s a proud little whiny bitch and it makes me laugh too much for this abomination of a man
You’re gonna hate THEM even more, you dont know what you’re in for
Why are they taking blood from the back of their hands ?! Couldn’t it be somewhere with a bit more skin it has to hurt
Omega you little smart pickpocketing queen
Well here’s another bitch to replace emerie since she’s starting to be « nice »
Older sister omega vibes
Smart girl I love her so much but she’s getting cocky and with 2 episodes left, I don’t think it’s a good thing
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH YOUR BEAUTY, YOUR IDENTITY *cue bmo cries when finn cuts his hair*
Stop making me simp for rugged imperials Star Wars animation team !
I don’t trust this twink
He’s totally gonna betray you
How is no one recognizing rampart?? He was arrested in front of the whole senate !
Of course you missed being a bitch and ordering people about
Tell him echo
Imperials are so dumb omg but at least it works out in our faves’ favor
Ffs wrecker, crosshair was right lying is really not your strength
Wrecker is soooo the zeb of the bad batch
MY BB ECHO ?! IS THAT HOW YOU DIE
You’re probably right rampart and I’m not looking forward to it except maybe for you
Omg he’s just a baby it’s so sad and I feel like he’s the one who will slow them down in their escape attempt
Omg Omega !!!
But even if you have found your way out, there’s people watching you 24/7 and you’re locked in your individual rooms at night how tf are you gonna help those kids escape omega ?!?!
You better not snitch you translucent r2 wannabe
I understand echo is mostly droid but there’s still flesh on him why will he not be detected ?
Well he got moves that’s why
There’s no way it will end well I don’t trust Star Wars
Shut up and stay strapped in, you whiny man child
IM STRESSIN !
Hunter being hot part idek anymore
Omg it worked ?!
#the bad batch#star wars#tbb#tbb spoilers#the bad batch spoilers#the owl house#tbb omega#crosshair#sw tbb#tbb crosshair#tbb hunter#tbb wrecker#tbb echo#tbb tech
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Shut Out
(It was something Marceline yelled at herself a lot about, later. Something she'd remember for a long, long time, even after Finn passed on and didn't come back, when the world moved on and forgot him, and after Simon was gone, and after there was so little holding them together that she was gone from Bonnie's life, for a while, and it was this:
When Finn spiraled, he spiraled inward. From the outside, it looked fine. But from the outside, you didn't hear anything about it just like the time he almost ate the food of the Fruit Witches on purpose, or the tower he built into space and almost didn't come back, or all the other times he very quietly and serenely did... something extreme.
It would be nice, she thought, to say she never felt like she screwed it up and wasn't there for him when he needed it, like he always was for her. It would be nice to say so. It just wouldn't be true, inside her heart.)
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From the outside, people said later, Finn didn't abruptly stop talking to everyone. He just slowly started slipping away.
A gradual process. He talked less and less to people. He didn't ask around for interesting puzzles or dungeons to delve, or asked around for monsters to fight, he just went and did it.
Marceline and Bonnie both heard less and less from him. He was an increasingly rare presence, he wasn't on the phone as much, he didn't show up at the places he used to hang out with them, movie night didn't happen...
(Marceline didn't know the particulars then. She just knew something was wrong, but she dismissed it.)
Finn spent a long time, thinking about it, when the coughing fits started to get worse. Jake was gone, by then. It didn't feel the same anymore. He started thinking a lot about cessation, and inevitability.
(Marceline found out later.)
He thought: "Will Bonnie and Marceline be sad when I'm gone? Will they care?"
There's a follow-up thought. It's sharp and bitter and the sort of thing you think after too long spiraling inward, too much time spent blaming yourself, and too much time spent smiling around them while thinking a lot about how ugly you are compared to them; how unwholesome, how brutish and rough and just out of place.
You start thinking maybe they're just humoring you. The goofy kid that solved all their problems and was probably more invested in... whatever this relationship was, then they ever wore. You start thinking a lot about how horrible the word 'humoring' starts to look.
(Marceline spent a good, long while upset about it.)
You think: No.
You think: Why would they?
Sometimes you think loud and angry about it, in bitter and painful thoughts that you'll never say to them so it comes out twisted and bloody. Its stuff that's had years to percolate and bubble up, that you never said to them and just kept privately wondering why they bothered with something that didn't belong anywhere anymore.
(Later, Marceline wonders if it would have been enough to just SAY how important he was; how important he had always been. That just about everything good in her life was because she'd met him all those years ago, and decided to hang out with him. Simon coming back into her life, her and Bonnie talking again, her finding peace with her mother's memory thanks to BMO... all of it was, in some way, because of him.
It didn't make her feel better, though.)
And sometimes it just leaves you in a tired whisper, and when the coughing starts, and you see the blood on your hands, and you know what the cost of having fought the Lich is, and you decide: maybe its easier this way.
He lies to himself and says they'll forget him fast, if they even care that much.
He knew better, deep down. But it was harder to see that.
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And its later, honestly not that much later but feeling too long to her, when she comes floating down to the places where someone matching his description has been hanging out, and her hand bangs against the door, so hard the windows shake. She could just break her way in, but somehow she's scared to just do that, like it will break some kind of spell and make everything come falling apart.
She just bangs her fist on the door, almost hard enough to smash it right off the hinges.
"Come on! I know you're in there!"
Bang-bang-bang.
She's not exactly yelling yet, but her voice is taking that slightly hoarse quality that feels worse; like seeing the cracks in glass before it actually explodes all over your face, or feeling the fractures in your bones from too much stress for too long about to make your whole body cave in from that final tiny bit of Too Much-ness.
"Finn! Please! It's me! You know its me!"
Bang, bang-bang. It's almost thundering now.
"Open the glob-damned door and TALK to me already!"
It's almost a scream.
And now, the next time she speaks, its after a soft noise. It might be something like crying. It might also be the noise a door makes when someone places their head against it, past the point where desperation is winning so hard there's nothing to do but feel the cold hopelessness slide its way through you.
Marceline Abadeer has been through a lot. She has seen centuries come and go; she saw the last great civilization disappear overnight, and she's seen too many kingdoms grow and wither away so fast that it was hardly worth acknowledging them at all.
And she's seen friends come and go; ashes on the wind.
'This is your fault' is in the back of her mind, no matter how much she knows that's not really fair to herself.
Somehow, this feels so much worse.
When she talks next, her voice is ragged, and her hands shake. She has slain tyrants and monsters, she has survived the impossible without blinking, and she has been the fixed presence around which the world turns onward. And now she feels like a child again, alone and lost and hurting.
Again and again, she thinks of people that she thought could have been her family, only for her to drive them away somehow, on purpose or not. Everything stays.
"Dude. Don't shut me out. Don't do this." And then, she almost can't say anything at all, a horrible miserable croak making the word come out small. "Please."
There's no response.
Again, she gently puts her head against the doorway.
An unfamiliar voice from behind her says, "You know the weird human thing?"
Marceline turns; too quickly to make it casual. Hope and fear and a bit of outrage at whoever THIS was intruding on the moment all cling together. She stifles it all down, puts on a serious face.
She wonders who this person is; it looks like a small stone, with tiny arms and legs. It's not anyone familiar, but she's too scared to think straight and just says, "Yeah? Who're you?"
The stone person shrugs. "I'm just a rock. Came to life about seven years back during some thing with wizard and meteors. Think I saw the blonde guy then. You know him?"
She doesn't bother thinking about the time frame of if she knew anything Finn had been doing at the time; not important. "Yes. Where is he?"
The stone person blinks. It's a surprisingly emotive response. There's sadness and helplessness and even a small bit of 'good now someone ELSE can deal with it' that makes her want to bite. The stone person says, "It's a long story," they say. "I'll show you out back."
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Marceline had seen the grave when she'd flown in. She hadn't paid much attention to it, with other things on her mind, and perhaps she didn't want to think about it. She can't think about it now. As soon as she saw it, and the stone person leading her towards it, everything shut down.
Everything went gray. A cold and numbing incomprehension oozed in, and she moved like she was on automatic.
"You see that kind of sickness now and then," the stone person says. "The walking death, some people call it. You get it worse when you get near the places the, uh. the Lich King used to have," and they trail off. The Lich has been gone for a long time, and still people don't like talking about it, or the places it's been.
Marceline is not thinking about it right now. She is not thinking about anything. There's just awful dread all around.
The stone person continues. "I don't really know who he was. He just showed up here a few months back, before I came here, and I guess he was a roommate or something." Marceline silently does the math and works it out; after Finn had talked less and less to them, like he was... ashamed of something. And some part of her keeps looking at the times they did talk; she's asking herself 'Was there something I could have done?'
She doesn't know.
"You cough," the stone person says. "You get weaker and weaker, like... the sickness eats something in you. And you start-"
"Coughing blood," Marceline says tiredly. She remembers a phone conversation with Finn, before he had completely dropped off the map. She remembers the coughing.
'Could I have gotten him, if I'd tried?'
She doesn't know.
The stone person glances at her. Marceline remembers her mother, and thinks about Finn. The same sickness. Somehow, she's not surprised. Her life is a closed circle, and the people she drives away without meaning to go out of her life the same way. "Yeah," the stone person says.
They start talking more, and Marceline isn't really listening. She's reacting, yes; she is speaking and responding to the lines she feels she is supposed to, but inside, she isn't thinking anything at all.
Some part of her, the greater Marceline, is peering out and going through all the times she was around Finn before he went off the map, and studying it for signs. For moments she should have noticed, that she WOULD have noticed if she'd cared, or if she was worth a damn, or if she even really DID care about him as much as she thought and, and it is too much.
She wants to scream. She wants to dissolve her body in a stew of nightmares, she wants to rip off her skin and run to the farthest places of the world with her monstrosity exposed for all to see, and she just keeps thinking monster recited over and over, a magic spell announcing what she's done to the whole world.
Huntress Wizard didn't notice it; Bubblegum didn't, not Flame King or any of the other people who could have, and somehow Marceline feels that her not seeing it makes it worse.
Her fingers slip. The umbrella falls down.
She barely notices. The sight of the unmarked grave, forgotten by the world, hurts a lot worse than the sun.
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She talks to the others about it. That makes it better, in some small way; the world doesn't notice or care, but she can carry the news to everyone and see if that makes a difference. It does. There are tears, and there is mostly a stunned disbelief.
Somehow, Huntress Wizard hurts a lot more than some of the others. Flame King is calm, and you would have to notice the flames around the court of the flame people erupting to see what she was really thinking; she's not sure Lumpy Space Princess entirely gets what's happened, since she just keeps insisting Finn was in hiding somewhere, pulling some kind of a plot. "You'll see, he'll be back any day with some grody thing on his belt." Marceline doesn't say anything, just leaves. But Huntress Wizard's face remains calm, and composed; its a mask, Marceline knows.
She sees a flicker of expression, and when Huntress Wizard gravely thanks her, it says much that Huntress Wizard, normally so composed and so completely in control of herself, has to sit down.
Simon looks lost. He politely says 'No,' as if he can just deny it. There is a lot more to it. She doesn't really remember much. She remembers a feeling like a dam inside herself started breaking more and more as they spoke, and then it all came smashing apart, and there's just words, and hurt, and it was her fault and she did this and-
And he is just there, he sits there, and only around him does she let it all out. Later, she remembers the terrified incomprehension on his face, the denial, and it reminds her so much of when he had started losing himself to the crown that it hurts in too many ways to fit inside her heart right now.
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Bubblegum is technically the first she tells.
She first tells her, before anyone else, over the phone. And she is struck by how Bubblegum takes a long, long time to reply, and it is a very quiet "Thank you for letting me know," and the call cutting off which such violence that it punches through the gray misery. She finds out later that they had to fix the official Candy Kingdom phone, and works out clues from there.
Bubblegum cares. She was the first one of them to meet Finn, to care about him, to tie him to the world. She was always first for him, one way or another, and some part of Marceline thinks that Bonnie should have been the one to bury him. Whether its true or not, she has an image of him as a young boy being carried into the threshold of Ooo by her; as a young man, it should have been her leading his body out of Ooo.
And Bubblegum calls her down, and Marceline knows something with her is... wrong.
Her eyes are twitching. Her glasses are askew. Her hair, usually a shiny mass of bright pink, is dulled and somehow twitching here and there; she doesn't look right, with filth and grease and the faintly acrid smell of substances unknown to human scientific knowledge. She twitches a little more whenever she moves, and when she directly looks at Marceline, there is a terrible feeling in her.
Marceline knows desperation, and grief, and something that might be called madness. Bubblegum's eyes suggest things Marceline doesn't want to think about, desperate and clinging to a horrible possibility.
"We don't have much time," Bubblegum says. "We need to do this now, before any more decay sets in."
Marceline knows what she means, somehow. Shock cuts through the apathy she falls into with grief, and she says, "Do what?"
Bubblegum tells her. And she indicates a shovel.
"Hurry up, if you want to help," she says.
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The following night, they go to the place Finn had been crashing at, and where he had wasted away, letting himself be forgotten. Simon is there with them, and from the glances he shares with Bubblegum, Marceline wonders: did they talk about this in private? Where they planning something?
Did they start this as soon as Bubblegum heard?
The three of them have shovels. The three of them have a willingness to do what must be done.
She doesn't think it'll work. But she has to hope.
They leave that night. The work goes quickly with three of them, and Marceline all but rips the ground apart for all of them.
They leave an emptied grave.
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Afterwards, they don't talk much about what they did. Either the grave robbing, or what happens later.
There are bargains to be made. There are acts of genius too horrible and frightening to consider, and yet it's so easy for Simon and Bubblegum, and Marceline has to wonder how long they were planning for something like this.
"I've done something like this before," Bubblegum says as the procedure happens, taking its time to... do its work. Simon is there, watching it happen with a morbid solemnity that is somehow worse than anything else. Some part of her sees a shadow of the Ice King in it; not the madness or forgetting himself, but the willingness to do something she'd rather not admit he could do. "It's different with candy people. The mind plays a process; it's really like just waking them up?"
"And a human mind?" Marceline says. She hasn't spoken much. She remembers moving around in a daze, as though she were the dead one instead.
Bubblegum is quiet. The only noise is her machines working, of strange fluids sluicing through pipes, chemicals being electrified, and a portal to somewhere else opening up.
"I don't know," Bubblegum says, carefully, like someone trying not to scream.
"The soul has to want to come back," Simon says. His voice is quiet and tired.
All three of them are quiet for a long time.
They stare at the revivification machine. Lights flash, fluid gushes into a central chamber large enough to hold a single human form (a very large one, admittedly), and arcane energies Marceline doesn't want to understand reach out to some other world.
Atop of this, like a lightning rod, is a capsule containing a badly woven, threadbare pink sweater.
Marceline wishes she had something more tangible to give Finn a road home besides feelings and wishes and the desperate longing to tell him how much he means to her.
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None of them really talk that much about what happens at the end.
"I had to fight to bring it the rest of the way," Marceline says, when she is asked. She does not tell who she fought, or where, or why it had to be done. Her eyes are distant and tired, and its too exhausting to explain the how's.
Simon had arcane knowledge. Bubblegum had scientific understanding, and the two of them built something impossible, beyond the scope of her original de-corpsinator serum. Marceline had something else: authority.
Whatever price there was to pay, or that she made some thing out in the world do, she would pay it without hesitation.
And in the depths of the aether, at the very boundary of life and death, so close to a point of no return she couldn't dare have hope it would work out-
Doing the one thing she had to offer, to fix this, to save him-
(Marceline reaches across, holding up love and memory and all the things she wanted to say shining like a spotlight into the Dead Worlds.
There is a long moment of silence; too long, and too late.
And then.
And then a single hand, shaped by memory and stubborn self-image into a human arm, clasps her hand as she pulls him back in.)
And so Finn the human took his second breath.
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There was a lot, after that. Too much for her to remember as much more than a distant blur.
Lumpy Space Princess bragged about to everyone; that she had seen it coming, that she knew it was all a big scheme by Finn to fool some bad guy or another and boom he'd GOT THEM. Probably.
There were words, between her and Finn and Bubblegum, and some just between him and Simon, and a lot between himself and Bubblegum.
She doesn't know exactly what, between them all. There is something intimate and close and raw between himself and Bonnibel Bubblegum. It's friendship, yes. It's love, too, but its hard to say if it is romantic or not, or if putting a term to it would cheapen something that's too hard for either of them to spell out. But it feels private, and Marceline does not intrude.
She is there, all the same, when he meets again with Flame King, and the other people close to his heart in one way or another. There is relief, and there's anger, too. Sometimes people get enraged when the finality of death winds up not being a factor; lashing out is a part of that. But they still have time to make amends afterwards, once the anger is gone.
Marceline is not there for the things Huntress Wizard says to him. She leads him to Huntress Wizard, and departs, but she remembers the look Huntress Wizard gives her; grateful, not quite believing this was happening.
It said 'Whatever you did; what cost you paid. Thank you."
(Afterwards, she is not so shy with her feelings, or so unwilling to be honest about them. It is sad, that it can take a lot to say so, but such is the nature of love.)
And then, there is what happens between Marceline and Finn.
She and him, yes.
(She hugs him, afterwards. "I'm sorry," she says, over and over. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
She isn't sure what for, exactly. Just a generalized wave of sorrow and grief and relief, all mashed together and spilling out. She remembers crying.
She remembers the look on his face. She remembers the sound of him crying, too, and for a moment she felt as if they were a pair of children, alone on the world, scared and hurt and alone and making their own ways to live.
Everything stays. Perhaps it's not so bad, every time.
"I'm sorry," he tells her, and he has many words for what exactly; for not saying anything, for thinking they didn't care, for letting himself get beat down by the Lich's curse, for all the things he wanted to say but didn't or couldn't because he didn't have the words for it.
It shouldn't be real, she tells herself. Monsters like her do not get a do-over.
He hugs her, and it is real. He is there, alive again, his arm still gone despite the regenerative process, and that somehow feels like it makes it all feel more real. One arm solidly built and warm, the other smaller and colder metal.)
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And so, time moves on, and they can almost forget that this happened.
Finn died. And now he wasn't. It was easier to pretend he never had.
But they remembered. And the inevitability of the future weighed down on them.
They spoke often, after that. Finn about his feelings; about feeling that he was... too awkward to be around them. That they were just better than him, that for so long ever since he'd been a kid he'd felt like they were humoring him, or when he was really upset and thought he was just a joke to them, or a tool that wasn't fun anymore.
Bubblegum sits there. She stares silently at the ground, and at the sky, and the weight of years moves. Memories of pajama parties and being like the child she never had the chance to be and always feeling happiest and freest around him dance on her memory, and in his.
Softly, she says, "Do you still feel that way?"
He looks down, and again, he says it: "I'm sorry."
"If something happens to you, if you start hurting, or think that you're a bother or that I don't care, that we don't care-" Bubblegum stiffens up, the weight of the things she wanted to say too much for her, and her face freezes up in an awful cluster of grief and anger and shame for everything she wanted to say, but couldn't until it was too late.
It wasn't too late anymore. She had brought him back; they had brought him back. But even so, she still trembled in the shadow of that grief.
"Please," she says. "Please don't do that again."
Marceline softly says, once more, "Dude, don't shut me out. Please."
(Behind them, Simon watches, part of them but in his own sad way feeling not exactly part of things. He turns his face away, and only later does Marceline realize Simon didn't agree to not do any of that, at least not then.)
Marceline and Bonnie put an arm around a broad shoulder each, and they lean into him, and each other. This time, he does not shrink away.
His robotic arm goes around Marceline's waist, his human arm around Bubblegum's shoulder; prosthetic of genius around the one invincible by birth and deed, the beefy arm around the one who was so completely built differently. There was a poetry in it.
He hugs them both, and they give voice to the things they wanted to have said, that they should have said.
And just for a moment, it all feels okay.
It's not something they can repeat.
"We can't do it again, can we?" Finn says, tiredly.
Bubblegum understands what he means. "I tried to bring Jake back."
His expression doesn't flicker.
"I don't know if it was because Jake was... gone longer, or if, well. I think you have to WANT to come back, and Jake..."
Finn sighs again. "Jake was ready to move on anyway."
Bubblegum nods again.
Marceline quietly says, "If its old age that gets you... I don't think there's a lot we can do about that."
Finn lifts his head up and stares into the sky.
"I miss him so much," Finn says quietly. "It was easier to just... let myself go, hoping I'd find him right away. And you found me. I guess... I guess I have to hang on, as long as I can, for you."
Marceline wants to say 'glad to hear it', or something like that. It sounds insincere.
She knows, one day, he will be gone, and this time, he won't come back.
She wants to accept the inevitability, but she has gotten so much back when it should have been past a point of no return. Somehow, it doesn't seem fair.
She closes her eyes, and listens to the sound of his pulse.
Things don't feel gray anymore.
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(Across the multiverse, upon the brow of the All that knows it is One, it does not pass unnoticed.
It makes an alarm go off. It's not an important alarm, in the broad scheme of things. It's simply an indication of an unusual event. Few powers would care.
The Scarab did, in his role as an auditor of the cosmic powers, and it was not a point in his favor.
He turned his attention to the world of Ooo, and the universe it resided in. His expression flickered balefully as he contemplated that Prismo the Wishmaster had taken an interest in that world for some time.
Well. Perhaps that was an opportunity.
He would have to pay attention to this world, then, and bide it's time. No doubt an opportunity would come up.
----
Time passes, as it does.
Goodbyes happen, as they must.
Finn breathes a last breath, and that is the end of Finn the Human, as he enters the Dead Worlds.
And as he leaves them, too.
A thousand years later.
Marceline Abadeer returns to Ooo, on business of her own, and she meets a small cat-like hero named Shermy.
And across the span of time, across a thousand years-
It is a reunion.
"I think I know you," he says.
Everything stays, she tells him later, and thinks that it does not need to be a gray thing, or a sad thing to say.
#adventure time#fics#my writing#finn mertens#marceline#princess bubblegum#finnceline#not expressly romantic but you can read it that way for sure#this was the product of me having Sad Thoughts late at night and going#'yknow what i want to see if other people get as sad about this as i did!!'#queued
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one last fionna and cake spoiler
Apocalypse BMO's death somehow broke my heart more than Farmworld Finn's death did, cause at least Farmworld Finn, while he had a lot of trauma, still had all those kids and love in his life before he bit the big one (and I'm sure Jay is gonna protect his sibs and they'll be a kick ass family. Lil Destiny literally can teach them all how to fight), BMO was alone for 10-20+ some years probably, with only the Lich to project onto for company.
(and Farmworld!Finn dying still messed me up lmao please I just want Finn to be happy once COME ON)
And the fact that BMO was so ready to help them after hearing Simon's love story of him and Betty, and happy to see versions of his best friends again and CALLED FIONNA BY FINN?
Don't touch me I'm sad-
(I'm sure the Lich is gonna pull some bs like he usually does, but seeing him in shut down depressed mode like when he was chilling in Prismo's wish room is soooo funny like he's so dramatic for being a being of pure evil with such a one track mind lmao, this is why Sweet P cleared his ass so easily)
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Day 15 - Buried
Synopsis: Valentine rots in solitary confinement.
Content: Well solitary confinement as you would guess, and the fucked up mindset that comes with it, a lot of angsting, also a mention of mouth whump (being sewn shut) <2
Btw this is fanfic for @eric-the-bmo’s OC Valentine!! He is my favorite :D
Tagging: @whump-in-the-closet @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @befuddled-calico-whump
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The days are longer now, so he counts the seconds as if they’re hours.
Tick tick.
He imagines a clock, the hands counting hours and minutes and seconds away, tracking time lost and wasted.
Tick tick.
He used to be something, he remembers. He had dreams, once. Of being a king. Of being something more.
He is nothing now.
And there is nothing he can do about that.
Tick tick.
He’s not sure if he can be anything else.
They took his voice, his freedom, his everything, and he is left with walls to stare at and chains to drag around.
Tick.
But he will be something. He swears it to the silence. He will find a way.
He remembers how he tried to escape in the beginning. Back when he could remember, when his memories were sharp and clear.
When his name was something worth going by.
He has no memories now. Does he have a real reason to escape?
Tick tick.
Well, that’s partially a lie. He remembers, in hazy and warped images, the people, the sounds, the dazzling colors. The power, the honor, the simple dignities. Like being able to look out the window, feel the sunlight on your face, and speak with a mouth not sewn shut.
He could try to escape, if he wanted to.
He no longer trusts that he’s capable of that.
Tick.
As much as he hates to admit it, he’s terrified of going back to the world outside his cell. Even in his half-gone memories, he knows just how much everything is.
Not like here. Here, there is only the silence.
And he’s grown to like that, in a way.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The walls are almost like a friend to him. And a horrible enemy. A silent audience. Everything he’s ever needed because there is nothing else in this cell to rely on.
More than anything, he knows that the walls watch him.
He hates it. More than anything. They watch him and they watch him and they say nothing as he suffers. They're too close. Suffocating, like a tomb. But now, they're all he knows.
Outside… there’s nothing. Nothing like that at all. There are no walls and no gods to set their eyes on him.
Tick.
He wants to see the sun again.
Tick tick tick.
He will die before he sees the sun again.
Tick. Tick.
And is that okay with him?
That’s the question he asks himself before he collapses onto the floor, exhausted from doing nothing all the time. He curls up like the corpse he is to the outside world.
Tick tick.
He hopes that one day, the answer will matter.
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A/N: Here’s some doodles Eric made to along with this!!! I love it :D
#look at this incredibly normal man#he is not having a bad time at all#he’s having an extremely normal time very normally#whump#whump writing#isolation whump#prison whump#mouth whump#whumpmasinjuly2023#wij23day15#hehehe Valentine my beloved#my writing
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y’all i swear i’m gonna shut up about fionna cake in a minute but first i have to talk about bmo! (fionna and cake ep9 spoilers and distant lands ep1 spoilers)
they literally made us watch bmo die! i mean they did rip his body apart in distant lands but it was like a whoooole sequence thing that made it less sudden. and then he lived!
this time they just surprise exploded him and then cut to him being buried wtffff i was noooooot ready! that’s my lil guy 😭🥺
all the death feels like we’re being prepped to handle that the series is coming to its natural end… which like is kinda nice! it’s like - yeah endings are hard but also they’re unavoidable so let’s get through it together.
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“…It all started the day I was born…both my parents failed to show up….”
#shut up alex#personal#adventure time: fionna & cake#adventure time#ice king#ice king adventure time#bmo#simon petrikov#bmo adventure time
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humans made of stardust
Did you know that humans are 90% stardust :3
Yay :D!! I thought it'd be really cool for the boys and y/n to see that they have something biologically similar! Deep in the roots y'know?
Kinda off topic but I really want to explain/figure out how their species came into existence. I have a few ideas but some completely throw off the original idea, like instead of coming from and being born on a planet, they come from space itself. Idk how yet but that would mean they don't have a home planet ee but I guess they could take over one that's not inhabited? Idk still thinking
#i haven't made hardly any new content for bmos is a while and I really miss it#ive been burnt out for a couple months#ren won't shut up#but im starting to feel better yayyyayyayy
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Tell me, in full detail, what ur hyper fixated on RIGHT NOW.
im talkin, THE LORE. THE CHARACTERS, THE FAVORITE CHARACTER. EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!! 1! 1! 1! 1! 1! 1! 1! 1! 1!!!!!! 1! 1! 💖
Long post incoming. You have been warned.
I HAVE SO MANY FIXATIONS RIGHT NOW AHHHHHHHH. But y’know? Imma do all of them because I’m built like that 💪
TF2
The fucking LORE AND CHARACTERS MAN. They all have so much character and traits to them…… also the fucking lore is so wild bro.
Abraham Lincoln was the original pyro. Yes, 16TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES ABRAHAM LINCOLN WAS THE ORIGINAL PYRO IN TEAM FORTRESS 2. And he invented rocket jumping!
It amazes me how the community has kept it alive for so long. Not to mention that the game released on the 10th of October, a DAY before I was born! I’m the same age as this game and it’s like one of my all time favorites. It’s destiny y’all.
As for favorite character? MEDIC ALL THE WAY
Adventure Time / Fionna and Cake
THIS FUCKING SHOW MAN AAAAAAAAAAA
The story is beautiful, the relationships are realistic and beautiful, the L O R E. A simple mistake made the Lich inevitable in ALL UNIVERSES, MEANING NO ONE IS SAFE FROM HIM. Not to mention that he has his own universe where he successfully wiped out all existence, except for BMO. BUT EVEN THEN BMO ENDED UP DYING ANYWAY.
Simon and Betty’s relationship is devastating but beautiful and the endless love they still share for each other gets me in the feels EVERY TIME.
I’m so excited for season 2 coming out next year. The ability to be normal is OVER.
Favorites are Simon, Betty, Fionna, and Jake. I love them to bits.
HLVRAI
First hyperfixation of 2020 and it came back. This whole series is comedy gold. The characters rub off each other and the memes that came from this. “HELLO GORDON!!!” is permanently infused into my brain.
Plus this and TF2 made me meet one of my long time online friends/online brother so I owe it a great deal. Wayne is a comedic genius, you guys. This series had me pausing the videos because I kept laughing too hard.
No joke, y’all like need to watch it. All acts and parts are on YouTube, watch it now. Do it, no balls. You won’t.
Legit all of the characters are my favorite but Benrey has a special place in my heart.
Five Nights at Freddy’s
I want you to ask my friends about which movie this year I was most hyped for and they will tell you because I literally did not shut up about the FNAF movie.
FNAF has been my longest hyperfixation, ever since it came out. My family will tell you which game I love because I do NOT shut up about this franchise. Hell when the first trailer for the movie dropped, my whole family asked me when I was gonna watch the movie because they knew DAMN WELL that it didn’t matter how it was gonna happen, I was going to watch that movie. And I did on opening day!
FNAF is so important to me, you guys have like no idea….. this franchise has helped me so much, and I fucking LOVE IT SO MUCH YOU GUYS OMG!!!!!!
Favorite character of all time is my boy Lefty. I love that bear.
#sp00ks’ screaming#asks#anon thank you for letting me ramble about my fixations#I love these fandoms so much…….#fuck it imma tag them#tf2#adventure time#fionna and cake#fnaf#hlvrai#long post
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@vdvstuff-yes
I Can’t Believe I Loved You.
A Finncest FanFiction
(Gift/?Commission?)
Chapter 1: Plants Outdoor
“Hey fern”
“Hmmmf?”
“I’m gonna go run some errands. Can you hang out with Jake one more time while I’m gone?”
“Mhm..”
Finn thumbs ups Jake. Jake thumbs ups back.
Finn leaves as Jake goes to cook in the kitchen.
“Fern! Man, are you awake?” Jake asks aloud.
He waits for an answer but there’s just silence
“Fern?!” He, even louder, asks again.
He then finally goes back to the top of the treehouse.
“Hey man, why haven’t you an-” Jake cut himself off when he saw Fern wasn’t even on the treehouse anymore.
Meanwhile,
Plat, plat, plat.
Fern’s constant footsteps press and lift upon the grass as he walks.
“Ugh, where am I going again?” He asks to himself.
“Well, I ain’t doing anything.” The Grass-Demon responds.
“It’s just me, huh?” Fern stares down at his feet as they start loosing consistency.
He stops walking and stands there for a few seconds before sitting down.
“What do you think Finn’s doing right now?”
“You’re always so worried about him. Why? He’s what’s holding you back! Take advantage of it!”
“I…What am I supposed to take advantage of?”
“He CARES about you! You should use that to your own use!!”
“But what’s the point? It’s a waste of time and energy.” Fern complains as he lays down on his back.
“‘What’s the point!??’ The point is that being FINN could make your life SO. MUCH. BETTER!! You won’t have to be called Grass-Finn or be ignored anymore! Everyone will LOVE you!!”
Fern hesitates for a second.
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“You lure him in and turn on his back!”
“And how would I do that?”
GD hesitates.
“Look Fern, you might not like it but…to FULLY replace him: you’re gonna have to ‘get rid of him’.”
“Get rid of him?”
“Yes. Get rid of him. Kill him. Slaughter him. End him. Destroy him. Or!, lock him up somewhere and let him ROT!”
“Isn’t that a little…extreme?”
“You have Finn’s memories, I’m sure he’s seem some ‘extreme’ stuff before.”
“Oh yeah…Are you sure this is the only way.” Fern squints at GD.
“Of course!! How about YOU think of a better way?”
Fern thinks for a bit. “Mm yeah, I got nothin’.”
“See? Now just make him think you’re okay and you’ll be able to repl-”
GD was cut off with: “Fern? What’re doing out here?”
Fern ‘Finn scream’s
“Oh it’s you!” He blushes.
It was HW. They had just happened to pass Fern. They walk up to him with a slight glare.
“What’re doing all the way out here?” They ask again. “Oh I just wanted some time to myself! H-How do you know me?”
“Finn talks about you all the time.” They revealed as They smiled a bit. She sits down next to Fern. “Y’know, he seems sorta jealous that you have inhuman powers and junk.”
“He is?” He questions as he tries to shut up GD.
“Yeah, he says you can like, stretch like Jake and you have that built in Grass Sword he used to have.”
“Ah yeah,” Fern takes out the sword and stares at it. He then laughs to himself. “We used to be so scared of it.”
“Why don’t you hang with Finn?”
“He said he was gonna be out, he wanted me and Jake to hang out while he was gone.”
“Where’s Jake?”
“I left him at the house. Heh, I bet he’s looking for me this very second.”
Meanwhile,
“Bmo, I should really be looking for Fern right now.”
“Wait! I’ve got another trick ip my sleeve!!”
Little Bmo is dressed as a magician. He pulls cards out of his left sleeve. “Literally!! Tada!” He then bows.
“Okay Bmo, I REALLY need to look for Fern before Finn comes back!”
“Ugh! Fine party pooper!” Bmo turns and walks away. “Neptr, wanna be my Magician’s-Assistant??”
Jake stretches out a window and becomes huge. “FERN??? FERN!??? WHERE ARE YOU????
| ch2
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aaa i love your writing! i thought of 22 with JJ, it sounds too cute 🫣 anyway, thank u for considering it and happy 4/20!!!
"i'll be gentle, baby. don't worry."
warnings 18+, unprotected sex, overstimulation, (sort of) oral sex
author's note very, very late but happy belated 4/20 to you too, my love!
prompt list (requests closed) / jj masterlist
You whimper for what feels like the umpteenth time as JJ's cock nudges into the very depths of you. He's so close, so deep, while he thrusts his cock inside you. Your cunt is sore, having cum for him a few times already, but JJ just keeps going.
Your grip on his biceps strengthens as you brace yourself for what's to come. The overstimulation is already so overpowering, but you can't help yourself. You wrap yourself around your boyfriend like a koala as he pours his heart out to you with his actions.
"J, you're so fucking big, stretching me so wide," you whine, feeling him nudge his way to the depths of you. His cock is right up against your cervix, nudging and pushing at it with every thrust. "Can't take it."
"You can take it," he assures you. JJ's quick to press a kiss to the nape of your neck, "I'll be gentle, baby, Don't worry."
"I can't."
"You can, pretty girl. 'M gonna make you feel so good, I promise. Be my good girl," he coos, nuzzling your cheek with his nose. JJ's fingers press into the seam of your lips. "Suck for me."
Your tongue licks and sucks at them, getting them nice and wet like he wants you to. He draws them back and places them on your clit, massaging it with soothing motions. You shiver as your breath hitches, the stimulation making your toes curl.
"Oh my god, J. Too much, too good." Your walls close in on him, clamping down as you fast-approach your climax.
"Shit, you're so fucking tight. You gonna cum for me?"
You nod as best as you can, your eyes shutting closed as you feel yourself teeter on the tightrope.
You're right there.
JJ bottoms out completely, now losing himself inside you. "Look at me, baby," he pleads. "Tell me you're gonna cum for me."
Your eyes open, locking in on his beautiful ones, and your hands slide up to his face. You kiss him slowly, with all your feelings for him and all the might you can muster up. A moan emits from your throat, and JJ swallows it.
"Gonna cum, J," you mumble, your lips brushing against his.
The intimacy pushes you both over your edge, and JJ's forehead presses against yours. You feel his shuddering breath fan against your swollen lips as he cums, and he lets out a slight whimper when his seed fills you for the last time.
You both feel like you're on fire, the pleasure buzzing through your veins and radiating off your skin.
JJ pulls out, and you wince, feeling the aching loss of his cock after filling you up for so long. His body slides down the mattress, and his palms find the insides of your trembling thighs. His lips graze over your folds, and he licks at your entrance, then through your folds up to your clit. He kisses the sensitive nub, and a cry slips past your lips.
"JJ," you beg. "No more. P-please."
"Shhh," he coaxes you, leaving a trail of wet kisses around and over your fluttering cunt. "Let me kiss it better, mama."
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