#99redragons art

[99redragons]

Finished sketch :D Simon fully dragonified.

#dragon simon au #simon petrikov #ice king #adventure time #adventure time fanart #adventure time au #99redragons art

[theratlivinginyourcouchcushions]

I’ve been obsessing and looking for this fic for weeks so I could make accurate fan art, and then I just stumbled across it one day.

#transcendence au #I was going to draw Dipper in the full body doodle but I didn’t want to cover up the ribcage that I was so proud of. #Martin #Dipper #tau #alcor the dreambender #digital art #This fic is so good #I’m going to try and give Martin his own page on the wiki #I literally looked up ‘deep emerald’ to get his base color #I didn’t know if Martin was the same kind of dragon as Kiyo #so I just made him the fantasy dragon stereotype #I have to figure out how to make wiki pages tho #so I’ll do it over the weekend #if I remember

[gizmoart]

A batch of friend requests I did earlier this month. All the sweet (and not so sweet) children!

Chloe x Megatron - @ender-sketch Miles x Zan - @99redragons & @souzouwriter Ajax x Damon - @triangle-art-jw & @sinnamonbani Cho Dach - @triangle-art-jw

#Art for friends #love these guys #Chloe Sandell #miles hyalina #Zan cade #ajax degaz #damon jax #Cho dach #arttagging #art requests

[99redragons]

How Ice King looks wearing the amulet. Yes he still wears the mu'umu'u. He does this mostly because it's easier to take princesses when he's not enormous, but sometimes he will in his normal dragon form too. It's also useful when he visits Marceline, and later when he wants to hang out with Finn and Jake or in Wizard City. Not pictured but the amulet is a diamond shape with a hand in the center. He got it from another wizard a long time ago.

#dragon simon au #simon petrikov #ice king #adventure time #adventure time fanart #adventure time au #99redragons art

[99redragons]

I did something angsty - explanation below

The time where The Empress had Simon under her thrall was much more angsty- Simon still hadn't fully fallen under the crown's madness, so was still susceptible to her hypnosis, however the curse's magic is stronger, so he is able to resist somewhat. Thus, the chains. She keeps him in chains and treats him like a pet a lot of the time, humiliating him. When she's not there to actively hypnotize him, he starts to regain awareness of what he's doing and the horrible situation he's in, but is still unable to disobey her enough to escape or big enough yet to break the chains.

Marceline eventually kills the Empress, saving Simon. They meet again briefly, but Simon still is too afraid of hurting her to stay and they have a heartbreaking goodbye. (i had to edit my last fic in order to allow this lol, cause ill probably write this) Simon escaped with the hypnosis no longer holding him.

#dragon simon au #simon petrikov #ice king #adventure time #adventure time fanart #adventure time au #adventure time empress #99redragons art

[99redragons]

Simon protecting Marcy in the Dragon Simon Au, when she's around 11? -however old she was when he left in canon. He'll still use his ice powers, but tend to use them alongside physical attacks like biting. In general the more feral he is the more he'll resort to physical attacks and less so long-range attacks. However even his bites or scratches can freeze enemies. At this point he hasn't fully given in to the crown, but he's wearing it almost all the time. Marcy rides on his back a lot when traveling/fighting so he can protect her. She's been doing it since as long as she could hold on. They usually try and fly away as soon as they can, which he can still only do with the crown on, regardless of floof-wings.

#dragon simon au #simon petrikov #ice king #adventure time #marceline abadeer #adventure time fanart #adventure time au #99redragons art

[99redragons]

What's this? an EVEN MORE dragony simon? Let's have some fun.

So this was mostly for fun but I kind of wrote an episode idea for this.

While trying to kidnap Princess Bubblegum again, Finn, through hijinks, accidentally gets Ice King splashed by a dark magic potion Peppermint Butler made, causing IK to go even more princess-crazy, also going kind of berserk and breathing ice everywhere. It also breaks his amulet. Finn and Jake have to keep him distracted while PB and Pep-But make a cure. The whole time Pep-But hides it was dark magic. Marcy shows up and gets super annoyed with IK's antics, casually beating him where Finn and Jake were struggling the whole episode. The candy kingdom gets a little wrecked, the gumball guardians get hurt. IK has no memory of what happened while he was super-dragoned. IK weeps over his broken amulet and everyone feels kinda bad for him, Finn admits it was his fault and they spend the next episode on a goose chase through Wizard City trying to get a new amulet while IK follows them (annoyingly), comically tiptoeing through the city and trying not to break everything.

ps. the spikes and horns are icicles. if you even care

#dragon simon au #simon petrikov #ice king #adventure time #adventure time au #adventure time fanart #99redragons art

[99redragons]

Dragon simon sketches, inspired by my partner's suggestions. Simon will act a bit like a cat and knead blankets/pillows to make a nest. The second one is Marcy sleeping on top of the floofball- helpful when it starts to snow and doesn't stop.

#dragon simon au #simon petrikov #ice king #adventure time #marceline abadeer #adventure time fanart #adventure time au #99redragons art

[99redragons]

Dragon Simon AU

During the time he's taking care of Marcy. Without the crown on, he retains features like his legs, tail and ears, but doesn't keep the wings/flight until he's no longer humanoid.

Simon agonizes even more over using the crown because he can feel the drastic physical changes he's undergoing and they revert less and less as time goes on. He feels like he's turning into a monster, and even worse is it makes him feel physically stronger, more powerful.

#simon petrikov #adventure time #adventure time fanart #adventure time au #dragon simon au #99redragons art

[99redragons]

is this anything

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #hes posed very awkwardly ignore that #i put him in this in my fic so i had to draw it #potm #99redragons art

[99redragons]

He didn't admit it happened for like a week

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[99redragons]

screenshot redraws cause i had to doodle my boy not my fault hes so bbygirl in the first one ok??

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanart #adventure time #adventure time fanart #99redragons art

[99redragons]

Joining the Simon fits trend <3 love him so much. in two colors cause i was having fun

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanart #adventure time fanart #digital art #99redragons art

[99redragons]

another doodle/screenshot redraw dump i cant stop thinking about him

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanart #99redragons art

[99redragons]

Aspen deserves a fucking break so they get real coffee and blankie time

+some expression sketches, i imagine their grin is somewhat unsettling

#aspen greaves #ttou #time to orbit: unknown #99redragons art

[99redragons]

Protector - Dragon Simon AU

Read on Ao3 Warnings on Ao3

Simon felt his body change the minute he put in on. Something visceral and freezing shot through his veins and burrowed into his bones. Visions assaulted him with technicolor creatures dancing over his eyes. He shouted at them, barely aware of himself, and he had no idea what he’d said. Once it was off Betty looked at him with this look, it was… contempt, fear, something more he couldn’t identify. 

Then she was gone. No amount of calling out for her would bring her back.

His head and nose and teeth itched, his feet were squashed, there was a twinging annoyance in his lower back. Simon sat down and winced in pain. His feet weren’t working right. What was happening? Simon was shocked to see his eyes had turned white.

He tried to lock away the crown, he did. Kept it far away at a display for other artifacts. But it didn’t help. Simon would find himself holding it, coming to after fitful sleep to find he’d sleepwalked to it. It never stopped whispering.

He started to record what was happening to him.

Simon felt crazy, fighting against his own mind to stay away from the artifact’s cursed pull. The crown found its way to his head over and over, and the changes kept coming. He inspected himself in the bathroom–his hair was fading, his body cold. He had claws sprouting from his hands and toes and his ears were growing pointy and long. His teeth and bones ached. A nub was growing from his tailbone. 

What had he done?

Simon felt stronger, too, yet weaker in his heart. He could feel his feeble attempts at resistance being chipped away, buried under the blinding snow of nothingness the crown granted him. His shoes soon became too tight to wear and his beard grew in chunks of white he couldn’t keep shaved. White hair stared back at him from the mirror.

The world became blanketed in white. His mind changed, he felt… unmoored from reality.  The nub became a tail, tipped in white hair, his ears were long, hair inside them long and bushy. Simon’s nose was pointy and long. His beard came out in force and his long white hair was untameable. His old, weak teeth fell out and new sharklike strong ones took their place. 

Instincts changed too. Sleeping became easier curled up and he felt the need to protect, protect… something, he didn’t know what, now that Betty was gone, he just guarded his apartment fervently, growling and pacing. His carpets and bedding became shredded from his claws when he needed to just scratch something. He slept on a pile of his belongings sometimes. Still he struggled to keep the crown off.

Then the bombs fell.

He had to leave his apartment. Simon would be just another monster to other survivors (if they even existed), so he went it alone. Never was he so grateful for his outdoorsman skills. He held on to what he could, books and memories. He couldn’t leave the crown now. It saved him. It protected him. It made him strong.

The first time he was attacked by oozers he had the crown on before he realized what was happening. 

He remembered magic, growling, biting, kicking and scratching and then he’d shaken the crown off and came to to a street full of snow and oozers torn apart, some frozen in place with chunks of ice. 

Simon was very careful to keep the crown in reach after that, equally comforted and afraid. 

He ate an animal raw once, after his instincts took over and he became too hungry to care. Everything had been through a haze of hunger, the stalking, the pounce, the bite into sweet flesh– later he nearly vomited, shamefully cleaning himself of the poor creature’s blood. It wasn’t the last time he hunted, but he was careful after that to not get so hungry it took over again. He was still human, and humans needed their meat cooked.

…He was still human…right?

One day he met her. The lost girl among the concrete corpse of the city. She was strange like him, and allowed his comfort and his help. As he got to know her he felt his heart, half-frozen over, start to melt. Marcy was an amazing kid, so brave and kind and creative. Simon quickly knew he would do anything to protect her. Even the crown whispered it late at night, causing him to stay up keeping watch some nights like a faithful gargoyle. Sometimes it whispered that if he froze her, it would save her forever. He didn’t like those ones.

At this point his feet were long and wolflike, his pants ripped to scraggly shorts and he stood on the balls of his feet. His tail was longer and fluffier by the day. His long ears twitched with his emotions. Marcy feared what he was becoming, and he did too. She hated when he put on the crown. According to her he became wild, crazed, and fought like a wild animal when they were threatened. But he’d always protected her, he knew that inherently, like he knew the crown’s power was irresistible. 

Sometimes they had fun, too, though. He’d sing songs for her, and it’d turn into howling and she would laugh and laugh and tease him as he cleared his throat and quietly hid his own smiles. 

He was getting taller, he realized once after reaching for cans on a tall shelf once. His bones were sore so often now it became a buzzing background hum to everything. He had trouble focusing. The mental changes he was going through scared him. But he had to keep it together, for her.

He was turning into a monster.

After a particularly nasty time of getting cornered by a large mutant in a building, Simon came back to himself on all fours and with blood in his teeth. The mutant was dead underneath him. He whipped around and nearly bowled Marcy over in his panic. She looked so scared . He murmured soft assurances while she slowly teared up. It must have been terrifying for her. Simon slowly inched towards her, stepping over the crown on the ground, and didn’t realize until he tried to reach out that he was still on all fours. 

Marcy ran forward suddenly and buried her face in his fur.

Wait, fur? He checked. 

Indeed, fur.

Simon ignored it for now and reached to hug and comfort the girl. She sniffled and confessed her worries and fears to him, and he just soothed her and made sure she was unhurt. A strange sound rumbled from his chest, like a growl but comforting. Marcy looked up at him at it in surprise before bursting out into tearful little giggles. 

Eventually he stopped being able to wear clothes. His old ones were done for, not that they would fit him any more anyway. Luckily he was covered in fur. 

He found it harder and harder to remember things before the war, and easier and easier to embrace walking on all fours, hunting for food and guarding Marcy around the clock. She grew more comfortable with him as well, though she tried to get him to stay walking on two legs, and reassured him many times that he never hurt her when he lost his mind. Still, the growing fear inside of him wouldn’t leave. The crown whispered always. Marcy stopped him from putting it on a lot.

The size he put on with the crown on never shrunk away completely, and he grew and grew. 

Sometimes he forgot his own name, but it didn’t matter. He knew hers. 

Things came to a head when he no longer remembered to take the crown off. It was just easier to keep it on. What was the problem? He could protect her easier with it on. He could fly with it on. She protested, but he thought it was silly. The crown was his! Why shouldn’t he wear it? 

He took to traveling with Marcy on his back, carrying their supplies tied onto him. No matter how much she was growing, he could always carry her easily. They flew from place to place, when she allowed him to keep the crown on, until she reached a point where she realized she could no longer stop him from donning it. He needed it. Without it on, they could get trapped on the ground, and that was dangerous. It had happened once, and that was enough.

He saw her in tears much more often. He was confused a lot more. Who was Simon again? Why can’t he eat his kill raw? Slowly over time, he could see her lose hope. It broke Simon’s heart, but he didn’t know what to do. The beast was what he was now. He counted himself lucky he could still speak. Lucky he remembered her.

If he didn’t… what if he didn’t? What if he forgot? If he had one of his mindless periods, and didn’t remember her… He had to protect her. He had to. Silently he made plans for her to be cared for. Just in case.

One night, Simon fell asleep on watch. He awoke to the terrible sound of Marcy’s scream, and the world became a blur of fury and blood and gnashing of teeth. 

He heard her calling. Who was calling? Someone was calling him. But there was danger, danger danger, he had to fight– something came too close and he turned and snapped and–

The world drained of adrenaline haze and he came back to find himself baring his teeth, growling, over a prone Marcy. Blessedly he didn’t smell any blood on her. 

The look in her eyes was one he swore to never cause. She looked scared of him. He withdrew, ears pulled back, head and tail down. He tried to call for him but he was wide-eyed and shaking. 

He ran that night, driving further and further away from her desperate calls, into the falling snow.

Simon didn’t see her again. One of the last things he did before giving in was summon Abadeer to care for her.

Years passed in a fog of lost identity.

Then the Ice King remembered one day that he had someone he was supposed to be protecting. Why was he so far away from her? Surely he could protect her better if he was near? It took a long time to find her.

She seemed in shock to see him, but he was overjoyed, and wagged his enormous tail and made it snow in happiness. Marcy! It’d been so long! But he was back, he was finally back! 

Marcy burst out into tears, and she smelled like blood now, always, and her neck had scars on it that never faded. He mourned not being there to protect her. 

Marcy was so much smaller than he remembered, he thought as he hugged her.

She called him Simon, and that was nice, though he had no idea who that was.

He was just happy she was happy. 

Even if she smelled very sad, deep down.

He’d be there for her.

#dragon simon au #simon petrikov #ice king #adventure time #marceline abadeer #adventure time au #99redragons art #my writing #adventure time fanfic