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SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 6: THE WINTER KING

This one didn't post before for some reason.

These fellas are iceclopses as seen in Prisoners of Love, and in the pilot episode before that.

This musical section is animated by Smallbu, who previously animated the story sections of Ketchup and most of Beyond the Grotto.

Cake selfcest moments volume 2.

Ice Marceline raises some questions! I've seen a lot of people theorise that this means Marcy is dead but I don't think that's necessarily true. Presumably she was pretty pissed off with the Winter King when he turned her ex into an insane maniac and lost some of himself in the process. What is a mystery is how the Winter King got his hands on her bass guitar, which she is very attached to.

The shopkeeper at the candy store is Lord Monochromicorn, who is mute just like in his original appearance. Also that vending machine is obviously modelled after the Gumball Guardians.

There's a brand of candy called Heartstopper. That's the name of a famous real-life series of British gay highschool romance graphic novels, which seems appropriate for this very slice-of-life Gumlee (Garylee?) subplot.

The humanised Lemongrabs are called the Lemoncarbs, which is what Tree Trunks mistakenly called them in the episode Mystery Dungeon.

The Winter King says it would be unethical to make an ice Betty, which is a bit hypocritical considering he has an ice Marcy in his basement.

This is humanised Bee Princess. They don't look very genderswapped but maybe he's just femme.

The Candy Queen's eyes match the eyes of Bubblegum's yak in the episode Bonnibel Bubblegum, which was itself a reference to Tank Girl.

Both songs in this episode were written by Pat McHale, who has been with the show since the pilot episode.

Fionna exclaims "This is what was missing!" while slicing up the banana guards, which is what Finn exclaimed for slightly more wholesome reasons in the episode What Was Missing.

Gary's innate desire to create the Candy Kingdom is manifesting itself in his baking. It was very dark seeing his cute biscuits paralleled with the real candy people being brutalised by Fionna and Cake.

It's still not clear why things keep getting de-magicked when Fionna and Cake interact with them. Perhaps it's just a passive ability they have because they come from a non-magic universe, but it doesn't happen to everything they touch.

Bubblegum seems to have learned how to use her candy powers in this universe despite the fact she was cursed a hundred years ago and presumably hasn't had the chance to learn that she's an elemental. Perhaps she learned it from her time being the Candy Queen.

When Marshall Lee asks for more details about Gary's Candy Kingdom, he begins describing the plot of Slumber Party Panic, the first episode of Adventure Time.

According to production notes, baby world was created by BMO's wish. The monkey's paw twist was that he lost his personhood and became a baby monitor.

This episode's dream features an ice fortress shaped like the crown.

#adventure time #fionna and cake #easter egg posts

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nish-s-random-writing · 7 years

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Yo dude I haven't read some good gumlee in a while so could you write me a meet-cute??? Ty ily

(a/n): Hmmm meet-cute, huh? Haven’t done one of those in a while! Let’s do a little AU, shall we? Uhh… okay 1,700 words. This turned out to be more of a one-shot than a drabble. So enjoy!~

also on FF.net

WARNING for, um, some suggestive stuff. *wink wink*

Gumlee Human!AU

Marshall Lee had been a tailor at Abadeer Suits for just about the past two years of his life. It was a good-paying job with minimal stress and the bonus opportunity of getting up-close and touchy-feel-y with many a dashing young man’s body.

So there he was, one sweltering hot summer afternoon, sitting behind the counter with his upper half plopped over it. The shop’s AC had stopped working and, according to the electrician’s he’d just phoned, wouldn’t get a good fix until three days later. For now all Marshall could do was keep all four electric fans on high, keep a big glass of lemonade nearby, and roll up his sleeves because he was sweating bullets.

Shortly after he’d put the phone down and let his upper body fall over the counter top, Marshall felt a hovering presence block the weak breeze of his precious electric stand-fan. He looked up, squinting through the florescent lighting, to find his spunky blond co-worker Fionna, glaring down at him, seething with annoyance and sweating like a farmhand.

“Hey,” He grinned and gave her a little wave.

Fionna only huffed and set her hands on her hips. “What’d the electricians say?” She demanded.

Marshall sighed. “Won’t get a check-up until Monday.”

“Oh my glob, three days?” Fionna groaned, letting her arms fall as she mock-sobbed in misery.

At that moment the little bell over the entrance door rang, signaling another customer entering the shop. Both tailors’ heads snapped to attention at the sound, then Fionna sighed and slid Marshall an expectant look.

“I just took care of the last one,” she said, making her way behind the counter. “This one’s yours.”

Marshall Lee wasn’t feeling in the mood for bodily contact at the moment. The shop was too hot and the sweat was sticky underneath his silk-like button up shirt. Sure, the uniforms weren’t too hot when the AC was running, but without the precious cool air, it was hell on the body.

“Can’t Lumps do it? Or Cake?” Marshall whined. Fionna only shoved him off the swivel chair and took his place plopped over the counter.

Marshall landed with a lazy thud to the floor, before standing, brushing himself off, then shooting his co-worker a death glare. “Fine,” he mumbled. Fionna responded with a satisfied grin before planting her face down on the linoleum.

Meanwhile, Marshall begrudgingly rolled down his sleeves and straightened his tie in an attempt to look somewhat presentable. He made his way through the numerous shelves of clothing, and then began his mandatory greeting as he rounded the last corner to the shopfront.

“Welcome to Abadeer Suits! I’m Marshall Lee, may I take your–ow!”

Apparently, the new customer was a little impatient and decided to delve into the maze of shelves the exact moment Marshall stepped out. The tailor collided with another flailing body, and before he knew it, fell backwards into a rack of expensive suits sending limbs, fabric and coat hangers flying everywhere.

After the initial chaos, Marshall shoved an expensive white suit off his face to find that the heavy warmth over his lap was, indeed, the new customer. Marshall could tell he wasn’t a regular because they’ve never exactly had a pink-haired businessman as a customer before–and if they did, he would’ve recalled.

He also probably would’ve recalled those broad shoulders, fine-looking ass, and distinctly handsome face that was, unfortunately, glaring daggers at him at the moment.

“Uh, watch where you’re going, dude,” Marshall said unintelligibly.

The pink-haired man only sputtered in shock, then immediately scrambled to get up from Marshall’s lap. The tailor, in turn, couldn’t help but snort.

“What?” The man snapped, glaring down at him.

This time, Marshall decided to be a little more polite. “Sorry, uh, I’m Marshall Lee, and, heh, welcome to Abadeer Suits!” He grinned, spreading his arms to gesture at the array of now-wrinkled suits scattered around the floor.

He thought he saw the mans lips quirk up, just a bit, before they settled into a neutral blank. He looked around, eyes scanning over the mess of suits and the fallen tailor, before focusing on Marshall.

“I’m sorry. I suppose I should, um, pay for the damages?” He asked, stretching an arm out. Marshall took the hand and shook his head. He brushed himself off for the second time that day.

“Nah, it’s alright. Accidents happen!” He offered a cheery smile, not quite letting go of the man’s hand yet. “Anyway, you’re my client, so let’s just go and get you a suit, huh? But not, you know, these ones.”

“A-are you sure? I mean, even though this was totally your fault, I do still have quite a bit of–”

“No, really, it’s alright,” Marshall waved him off again. Silently, he was drinking in the sight of the man’s form. He was lithe. The pinstripe suit he wore was an extremely tight fit, showing off his slim athletic figure and a little extra skin above his wrists. Yeah, Marshall was going to have some extra trouble with the heat this time.

“What’s your name, sir?” He asked, casually trying to keep his eyes on the man’s face, not that that was such a hard thing to do.

“Bubba Gumball, Kingdom Corps,” He stated, flashing a small business card from within his breast pocket, which was immediately tucked back in as soon as it appeared. “Ah, sorry, rehearsed introduction. You may call me–”

“Bubba, huh?” Marshall mused. His face lit up with an amused smirk. “I’ll just call you Bubbs. It fits. Sure, Gumball is cute, but I like Bubbs better.”

In a moment, the man was blushing again, bringing a pink tint to his face which almost matched his hair. Marshall decided that he liked that.

“I-I-don’t–Oh, please stop cutting me off!” The businessman sputtered out. For some reason, he still hadn’t drawn his hand back. “Listen, um, Mister Lee–”

“Marshall. Call me Marshall.”

“Marshall, I just need a suit, alright? I’ve got an important presentation for Monday and I really need something to replace, um, this. As you might have noticed, it’s a little…”

“Tight?”

“Yes. So if you would be so kind as to get me a suit, I’d be grateful.”

Marshall gave him a welcome smile. “But of course, sir! Come on, this way.”

Using the hand still clasped in the businessman’s, Marshall tugged him through the multiple coat racks, passed Fionna on the counter who gave them a questioning stare, and made their way to the fitting rooms.

“So what’s with the pink hair?”

“I like pink, and I wanted to dye it pink. I keep it gelled back anyway so it can pass for formal.”

“Hmm, I like it.” Before Gumball could get another chance to sputter unintelligibly, Marshall asked, “So what kind of suit do you want?”

The man only wanted a simple, pinstripe suit which matched his own, only a bit bigger for a better fit. It had a few kinks, of course, which needed to be tailored in a very specific manner, so Marshall listed them out on his carry-on notepad. He then took out his measuring tape and began to take his measurements.

He made quick work of the arms, but took his sweet time adjusting the tape around the man’s neck. His let his fingers fumble around his chest and midsection a lot, seeing if the slips of his fingers were noticeable at all.

“H-hey, isn’t it a little hot in here?” Gumball breathed.

“The AC’s broken,” Marshall replied, casually letting his measuring tape slip a bit too tightly over the man’s chest. “Won’t be fixed ‘till Monday.”

“Oh. Ha ha, I thought it was just my suit.”

“Mm, maybe.” Marshal knelt down, ready to take the measurements for his lower half. He dragged the tape around his hips, letting his hands hang a little lower in the middle than necessary. Glob, that suit was extremely tight. “You know, your suit does look really hot.”

“Oh yeah?” Gumball’s breaths were a bit heavier, and the sweat on his forehead was bit more noticeable. Marshall Lee wasn’t doing any better either.

“Why don’t’cha take off at least that jacket, hmm?”

“Yeah, sure,”

Marshall stood and set his hands on the buttons, popping them open one by one. He could have been nose-to-nose with the man, he felt his heavy breath grazing over his cheek. He dragged the heavy jacket down, letting his hands trail down Gumball’s arms. He liked the way the man’s blush seemed to deepen.

“It’s… really hot in here,” Gumball said.

“So it is,” Marshall replied. His eyes darted down for a brief moment, then he smirked. “Is it me, or has the rest of your suit gotten a bit tighter, huh Bubbs?”

The man’s blush was on full-force right now, a shade of red that far surpassed his hair. “You’re doing this intentionally aren’t you?”

“Tell you what–you take the rest of the suit off, and I’ll give you a little discount.”

Gumball seemed to ponder the question for a moment, letting his eyes dart around the small, confined space of the fitting room. Finally, his gaze met Marshall’s and a small smile graced his own lips. “How about you take off your suit, and I’ll give you a hearty tip?”

Then, from outside the fitting room, an amused voice screamed, “How ‘bout no one takes their suits off, you pay for it normally, and you two find a hotel somewhere?”

“Globdamit, Fionna!”

To Marshall’s surprise, Gumball actually laughed. He honestly didn’t expect that from someone who initially seemed so stuck-up. Then again, he didn’t really expect those previous advancements either.

“Alright,” the businessman said. “How about we finish up here, then we go get some coffee, hmm?”

Marshall smiled back. “Sounds like a plan.”

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(a/n): Aaaaand there’s another drabble that I’ve turned into a full-on one-shot. Sorry this took so long, I was still finishing up on some school projects. X3 Hope you enjoyed!!

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