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Hey, I thought I’d give it a shot, promoting my still fairly new blog over here. It isn’t Lazy Town, but if any of you (can still see this and) are interested in reading more of my writing, here’s something that I’m working on. I’ve had a long break from writing, but now I’m feeling pretty good about it again, and I do like the stuff that I’m creating over here. Check out the blog if it intrigues you!

self-promo coming up

i have a sort of a writing / ask blog for an original vampire character of mine, @practically-a-bat

the character is lucien, a young nonbinary vampire living in a modern universe very similar to ours, with the exception of vampires existing as a pretty regular part of society.

on the blog, i make posts and answer asks as the character, but i also post some things out of character, such as pieces of writing and fake text conversations, from the life of the character.

stuff that the blog has been concentrating on right now have been lucien's new (and first) relationship with a sweet and caring boy, elijah, from their school, as well as the prejudices lucien faces as a vampire.

i'm sort of experimental on the blog, trying out different ways to tell the story and exploring different things, writing whatever comes to mind (that has to do with the character of course).

if you're interested, go ahead and check it out! i recommend reading the "Please read!!" page, though you can't see it on mobile so here's a link: https://practically-a-bat.tumblr.com/info

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Here’s one more LazyTown thing from me that I made on Ao3, if some of you are still seeing this post even though I don’t write here anymore.

I finally finished the fucking fic!

Okay, so, I’ve already kinda drifted away from the LazyTown fandom, but I won’t let that stop me from posting a fic that took me almost a year to make!!

So if you’ve ever wanted a story about Rottenella slowly being accepted into the society of LazyTown, while growing a lifelong friendship with Stephanie, and desperately trying to help Robbie stop being so lonely all the time, while also trying to comprehend humanity and her identity…

HERE YOU GO

I published all of it at once so no need to worry about an incomplete fic or waiting for chapters.

Please comment and share if you liked it, I bled for this thing.

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And now they’ve been posted :)

I’m posting two little things about Smá Rob that I’ve written before but never planned on posting. I’d suggest you read “Reunited” last, and the other one before.

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Reunited

Finally.

Robbie sits around on a bench, watching Sportacus playing football with the kids. He straightens his lavender collar shirt and his maroon vest. His trousers match the vest, and they’re pretty hot in the sunshine.

Everything is calm and normal, until they hear the sound of a car. Everyone looks around in confusion. No one drives cars in Lazy Town, except for Stingy, and that doesn’t really count.

Through the town, there’s an old, black car driving around. It’s damaged, but very clean and shiny. It goes to park in front of the town hall. Sportacus and the kids go a little closer, to see what’s going on.

A tall stranger steps out of the car. Sportacus, Robbie, and the kids can’t see his face. Mayor Meanswell and Miss Busybody peek out of the town hall window, and both get the same surprised expression on their faces, as the stranger smiles at them smugly.

The stranger is wearing very tight, black trousers, and a black shirt with a magenta blazer and a big, matching hat. He’s tall - very tall in fact. He’s almost as tall as Robbie, and is wearing high heeled boots to seem even taller.

When he moves closer, the kids can see the huge amount of make up he’s wearing - even more than Miss Busybody. But unlike the bright colours Miss Busybody wears, his make up is dark and mysterious. It makes him look a little dangerous.

The stranger starts walking towards Sportacus and the kids. He scoffs at the children as he walks past, and stops when he gets to Sportacus. He doesn’t even look him in the eyes. He just stares at the number 10 on his chest, and then walks away, completely ignoring Sportacus’s questioning glare.

The stranger walks further, getting to Robbie. He looks him up and down, staring at him endlessly. The stranger looks mistakenly similar to Robbie. Their noses are almost identical, and they have the same striking, silvery eyes. Peeking from underneath the huge hat, are short, dark, curly strands of hair.

“Smá Rob...” the stranger sighs. Smá Rob. Little Rob. Robbie hasn’t been called that in years. Only one person has ever called him ‘smá Rob’. Only one person - that same person - had ever shown him love, before Robbie stumbled into Sportacus.

Smá Rob. That nickname brings back so many memories. All the relaxed piano lessons. All the times they would play together. Putting on their make up together. Learning to walk on high heels. All of the joking around. How he would always support Robbie. How he would always help Robbie. How with him, Robbie could always forget about the awful things teachers, other kids, or Robbie’s mother would say.

“Smá Rob, is that really you? It can’t be you...” Robbie looks at him with teary eyes. He tries to swallow the lump in his throat, as he nods. “It’s me, Glanni”, he whispers with a trembling voice. Glanni shakes his head and smiles with tears threatening to fall on his cheeks. “Helvítis, you have grown...”

Glanni offers Robbie a hug, and he accepts it immediately. He falls into his cousin’s embrace with teary eyes, but a smile on his face.

“I’m so sorry, Glanni, I’m so sorry...”

“Shh, it’s alright, it’s alright... I’m here now...”

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Lazy Town, USA, Robert Rotten

Litla-Hraun, Iceland, Glanni Glæpur

Fyrirgefðu

Hey, smá Rob! It’s me, Glanni. I don’t know if you’ve heard the news, but I’m in jail right now. I would have called you, but making phone calls over oceans doesn’t work that well. I don’t know how long I’ll be cooped up in here. If they did say, I didn’t listen. But I do know that it’ll be a long while before I get out.

I’m really sorry. I know I was supposed to get you out of there, but I guess my plan wasn’t as brilliant as I thought. I’m really sorry. I wish I could save you. Just hang in there, okay? Just keep on going. Maybe I’m sure we’ll see each other again one day.

Jail isn’t great. It’s pretty cold, and most of these guys here are pieces of shit. From what I’ve heard, it’s not as bad as American jails though. I guess that’s a bright side to think about. I hope think I’ll survive manage here.

I hope you’re doing alright. Okay, I know it’s not great, but I’m you should it’s going to but you just have to hang in there. Please, don’t give up. Don’t let Just be I don’t Please Don’t smoke. Don’t do the stupid things I did. Don’t give in, okay? Just keep on going.

I’ll be honest, I’m sad. I’m sad that I’ll have to be here for such a long time. I’m sad that I couldn’t save you. I’m sad that I can’t see you. I’m sad that I can’t witness you growing up, becoming a man. I wanted to be there for you the whole way, but I failed. I’m really sorry.

Don’t let your mother’s words get to you. You are good enough. Don’t believe anything she says, because she’s a fucking liar. You are good enough. She’s a liar, and she’s a monster. She’s a fucking monster. If she still tries to hurt you, go to that Meanswell guy. He seems like a good man. I’m sure he’ll show you love better than your mother, and he’ll take care of you better than I did. Just remember that you don’t deserve to be hurt by her. Or anyone. You deserve so much better.

I’m really sorry that I can’t be there for you. I wish I could see you grow up. I wish I could help you. I’m sorry. I just hate seeing you hurt, and thinking that you have to go through that alone while I’m stuck here, it breaks my heart. I’m so sorry.

It’s really hard to end this letter. This feels like this is the only chance I have to communicate with you, and I just don’t want it to end. Helvítis, I’m crying right now. I really wish I could help you. Just remember that you are worth so much more than what your mother says. And you deserve so much better. I wish I could be there with you. I love you more than anything in the world. Don’t give up. Please. Please, don’t give up. Promise me that.

I’m sorry.

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I’m posting two little things about Smá Rob that I’ve written before but never planned on posting. I’d suggest you read “Reunited” last, and the other one before.

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It's been a good run

Guys, I'm really sorry to say this, but I think it's time for me to end this blog. As you can see, I haven't been writing much lately. It's come to the point where I've run out of ideas, it feels like a chore, and I simply can't get any writing out of me anymore. I've been drifting a bit away from the fandom lately too, which isn't helping. LazyTown still means a whole lot to me, since it has helped me a lot, and this blog and you guys have done that too. Thank you.

I'll still leave my blog here, for people to read and come back. If you want, I can also post some stuff I've written before but never published (these are things about Smá Rob).

If you want to see my shitpost reblogging and occasional personal posts, you can follow me on my main, @fabcreature and I also go by the same name on AO3. I'm not that active on there either, but if I do write something, it'll be there.

Thank you so much. Even if I'm no longer writing about these two dorks, you guys have still helped me get back into writing, and that means a lot.

Thank you so much.

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CLIV - A Spooky Crowd

Sportarobbie Fanfiction - The 154th Shortie

Warnings: None :)

Summary: It’s Halloween!

“N-no, Sportawack… Sport… Honey, just stop spinning. I’ll help you get it on.”

Robbie sighs as he helps Sportacus get his fairy wings on. They required a lot of work to make, and he is quite proud of them. But his favourite part of Sportacus’s costume is the rainbow tutu. It matches perfectly with the flower crown Stephanie gave him. Sportacus looks positively adorable with the whole costume on, including the shimmering stockings.

“Am I beautiful now?” Sportacus asks with a smirk, and Robbie snorts.

“You looks dumb. As always.”

Sportacus chuckles and gives Robbie a kiss: “You’re beautiful too.”

Robbie finds Beastie from under the bed and picks her up. He figures she should be able to join the celebration as well.

Sportacus and Robbie - and the kitten - get out of the lair but remain behind the billboard. They made a deal with the kids that they’d come trick or treating at their place last, and afterwards, the couple could join them as they go to the town hall for a party.

After a while of Sportacus playing with Beastie and Robbie eating candy, there’s a knock on the other side of the billboard.

They open the door, and all the kids scream together: “Trick or treat!”

“We get the point, you don’t have to be so loud,” Robbie grumbles, giving candy to the kids.

As Robbie looks at the kids, he deems he succeeded with the costumes. Stephanie as a witch, Ziggy with his vampire costume, Trixie as a zombie, Pixel the voodoo witch, and Stingy as a pumpkin king - they all look good.

The kids all stare at Robbie in return, some of them with smiles, some of them rolling their eyes.

“That’s the costume you had to keep as a secret?” Trixie asks, looking Robbie up and down.

Robbie nods, proudly wearing his costume. It’s almost exactly identical to Sportacus’s usual uniform, with just a couple of changes and the colours - purple, dark blue, and maroon.

“I like it!” Ziggy exclaims.

“Yeah, it’s not really that bad,” Stephanie states, shrugging.

The group starts venturing towards the town hall together. As they approach the building, Robbie and Sportacus are surprised to find that the outside has been decorated as well. There are spider webs all over the place, and cute little ghosts here and there. As they get closer, they can already hear the spooky but fun music from inside the town hall.

The kids barge right in with the adults following them. Milford and Bessie have been waiting for them, both dressed up as well - Milford as a pink bunny, and… well, Bessie’s just wearing a black dress and darker makeup than usual, but she does look stylish.

“Ah, welcome to the party, Mr and Mr Rotten!” Milford welcomes the couple with a chuckle.

Ziggy and Stingy have already found their way to the buffet, while Stephanie and Trixie are talking. Pixel seems to have gone to the bathroom.

Robbie lets Beastie go and roam around by herself, and he gives Sportacus a quick kiss before heading for the buffet. There are so many cakes and treats that he has to start tasting them early.

Sportacus stands around, smiling at how everyone’s having fun. But he just can’t stop wondering where Pixel has gone. As time passes, he’s still nowhere to be seen, so Sportacus tries to knock on the bathroom door.

“W-what?” Pixel’s voice calls back hesitantly.

“Are you okay in there? You’ve been there for a long time.”

“Y-yeah, I’m okay, I guess.”

“Are you sure?”

Sportacus can’t hear an answer.

“Can I come in?”

Pixel unlocks the door, and Sportacus steps in carefully.

“What’s wrong, Pixel?”

The boy looks down at the floor and shrugs: “Nothing really.”

Sportacus frowns.

“Then why aren’t you out there having fun with your friends?”

Pixel sighs: “I don’t know… I’m just not a big fan of big, loud parties. I know it’s not even that loud or anything, but I just really don’t feel that good being in there.”

Sportacus gives Pixel an encouraging smile and pats him on the back: “I get it. I’ve sometimes felt like that too.”

Pixel smiles.

“You know what? I’ll ask the mayor to turn down the music a little bit, and then you can go and sit down by the window over there, where it’s a bit more peaceful. And I believe Beastie might be somewhere over there, looking for someone nice to be with. What do you say?”

Pixel nods with a smile and psyches himself up for going back out there, while Sportacus goes out to do what he said he would. Soon enough the music gets a bit quieter, and Pixel steps out of the bathroom.

Sportacus goes back to Robbie, giving him a kiss.

“How’s the party been so far?”

“It’s been lovely. Except for the part where the kids wanted me to fish out apples from a water bucket with my mouth. They said it was a fun contest, but no contest is fun when it involves putting apples in your mouth!”

Sportacus laughs and shakes his head. Why does he love this dork so much?

“Do you want to dance?” Robbie asks as the song changes into a familiar one.

“I always want to dance!”

Robbie and Sportacus make some room for themselves to move and dance around close together.

“Hey, you can’t just start dancing without me!” Stephanie shouts from across the room, running over to the couple, soon followed by Ziggy and Trixie who start dancing as well.

Everyone dances together in sync as the chorus comes along. Robbie and Sportacus can even see Pixel and Stingy singing along as they’re both sitting in a quiet corner, petting the little kitten. Sportacus smiles, and Pixel grins right back at him.

“Alright everybody,” the mayor exclaims once the song has ended, “let’s begin the spooky race!”

Robbie rolls his eyes: “You had something to do with this, didn’t you?”

Sportacus nods, getting another eye-roll from Robbie.

“Everything needs to have something athletic and teamwork-y in it, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“You dork.”

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CLIII - Your Hair Is Purring

Sportarobbie Fanfiction - The 153rd Shortie

Warnings: None :)

Summary: The kids make Halloween decorations with Sportacus while Robbie works on everyone’s costumes, but Beastie is craving for attention. Luckily, Pixel is willing to take care of that.

Sportacus sits down with the kids, carrying a huge basket of craft materials in his arms and an even bigger smile on his face. He loves it when the kids team up to do something together, especially something like Halloween decorations.

Meanwhile, Robbie is up to some crafting himself. At the moment, he’s working on Ziggy’s vampire costume. The cape is pretty hard to sew because of the fabric being so smooth and slippery, but he’ll manage. He’s made more complicated stuff.

Stephanie reaches her hand across their little circle of crafters: “Stingy, can you give me the scissors?”

“No.”

“Stingy, you have two pairs of scissors.”

“The other one is for coloured paper, and the other one is for the colourless paper.”

“Stingy, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Hmm, that’s true. I should get one pair of scissors for every colour.”

“Stingy!”

The kids start making bats, pumpkins, ghosts, and skeletons, giving them all kinds of different, goofy faces. Trixie even gives one of them the Sportacus mustache.

Suddenly, the familiar black and white kitten stumbles across the decorators. Once it starts getting in the way, the kids get annoyed.

“Robbie!” Stephanie complains, “Beastie’s getting in the way again!”

“Just give her something to eat,” Robbie answers, uninterested.

“I’ll take care of that,” Pixel picks up the kitten and heads to the kitchen.

The boy gets some cat food from the top shelf and offers the treats to the cat. Beastie eats obediently but gets bored quickly. She starts meowing and screaming at Pixel before he can get back to his friends.

“What do you want, little kitty?”

She does not respond.

Pixel decides on petting Beastie, hoping that’ll make her content.

Beastie starts purring softly, but still seems restless. Pixel lies down on the floor with her, and she starts staring at him with her big blue eyes.

“Hi there, Beastie. You’re suddenly interested, aren’t you?”

The little kitty walks closer to Pixel face with careful steps, but Pixel only then notices she’s looking at his hair.

“Oh, that’s what you’re curious about.” Pixel isn’t sure why he’s talking to a cat, but no one seems to hear him, so he assumes it’s okay.

Beastie waddles closer and puts her paws in Pixel’s orange, fluffy hair. She meows and makes Pixel turn his head so she can really sink into the hair.

Soon enough, Beastie is lost playing with Pixel’s hair, and Pixel is lying on the floor, not sure what to do. He probably should get up and do something, but he doesn’t want to disturb Beastie, so he just lets her be.

“Pixel, what’s taking you so lon- oh.”

The kids approach the boy on the floor. At first they’re confused, but they just can’t help but giggle at the kitten in his hair.

Sportacus chuckles: “Ah yes. Robbie and I have had experiences with that. Though it seems like Beastie prefers your hair.”

Robbie shakes his head with a smile: “Yeah, kid. You’re lucky if she’s left your hair by Halloween.”

Pixel smiles: “I think I’m fine with that.”

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Thanks! And I sure will! Trust me, I would not throw away a chance to write about Sportacus with a tutu and fairy wings. And also, Robbie’s costume is pretty cool I think.

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CLII - What Are You Going To Dress Up As?

Sportarobbie Fanfiction - The 152nd Shortie

Warnings: None :)

Summary: Halloween is getting close and everyone starts planning their costumes.

“Okay, kiddos, calm down! If you won’t shut up, I won’t do any costumes!”

The kids all fall silent at Robbie’s command and he sighs.

“Okay, sit down. You can tell me your ideas one at a time.”

Sportacus chuckles lovingly in the background as the kids sit down on the lair floor. Robbie gets out his sketchbook and invites one of the kids to join him on the orange chair. There’s a little bit of a fight of who gets to go first, but eventually Ziggy gets to go first.

“So, what do you wanna be?”

“I wanna be a vampire!” Ziggy exclaims with a smile.

Robbie smiles at the boy: “Oh! Stepping up your game, I see. You just get scarier every year!”

Ziggy smiles proudly and starts explaining details he wants on his costume, while Robbie writes down notes.

Next, comes Trixie, saying she wants to be a zombie.

“Really gory with lots of blood! And bones showing!”

Robbie shudders: “And I thought you couldn’t get scarier from last year.”

Stephanie tells Robbie that she wants to be a traditional witch, but with a lot of glitter. Stingy wants to be a pumpkin king and Pixel wants to be a voodoo witch. The kids have lots of creative ideas which Robbie is happy to make a reality.

Robbie leaves the kids to interrogate Sportacus on his costume, which is a fairy. Robbie has already started making his husband’s tutu and wings, and he honestly loves it.

Robbie checks his big pile of materials and picks out ones that he thinks the kids would like. “I’ll need to get Trixie some clothes I’m willing to rip apart... And lots of black veil for Stingy,” he nods to himself.

Robbie gets back to the kids and Sportacus, and the kids run over to him right away. “Robbie! What are you going to dress up as?”

“It’ll be a surprise.”

The kids start whining. “Oh, come on! You know our costumes!” Stingy screams out.

Robbie shakes his head with a smile: “I’m still not telling you.”

“Give us a hint!” Stephanie whines, but Robbie shakes his head.

Pixel turns over to Sportacus with the other kids following. “Do you know what Robbie’s gonna dress up as?”

Sportacus smirks and gives a little nod.

The kids run over to him begging him to tell.

Sportacus shakes his head: “Sorry, kids. I promised Robbie that I wouldn’t tell.”

“But why?” Trixie whines.

“It’ll be more interesting if it’s a surprise,” Robbie states, chuckling at the kids surrounding Sportacus and grabbing him, trying to get the answer out of him.

“Now will you please stop harassing my dumb elf and let it be. You’ll know when it’s Halloween.”

The kids sigh and let go of Sportacus. Robbie grins at them.

“You know, I can give you a glimpse of the sketch of my costume.”

The kids’ faces light up. They all run up to Robbie with excitement. “Show us, show us, show us!”

Robbie opens up the page in his sketchbook. He smirks: “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!”

Robbie swings the piece of paper in front of the kids for a split second, so fast that the kids barely even see the sketchbook moving in front of them.

“Robbie, that’s not fair!” Ziggy exclaims.

Stephanie crosses her arms over her chest. “Yeah, that was mean!”

“What can I say... It’s good to be bad.”

“Now show us that sketch!” Stingy exclaims, trying to grab the sketchbook. Robbie is holding it up, and with his height, the kids don’t stand a chance grabbing it.

Trixie tries climbing up Robbie’s torso, and he laughs, pushing her off and running away with all of the kids chasing after him around the lair.

Sportacus laughs as he watches his husband being chased by the kids. He shakes his head as Robbie glances at him. Robbie grins and runs past Sportacus to give him a quick peck on his lips.

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Aww your stories are adorable :3 you are an excellent writer!

Aww, thank you so much! It’s great to hear that you like my writing! I hope you’ll have a great day!

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CLI - Innocence Of Criminals

Sportarobbie Fanfiction - The 151st Shortie

Based On A Prompt

Warnings: None :)

Summary: Robbie and Trixie have a day full of pranking others and laughing together.

“Here he comes, here he comes!” Trixie whispers behind the bush.

Robbie nods with a smile: “Get ready. We have to be quick.”

Stingy walks along the streets, stopping at the sudden sight of a wallet on the ground. He looks around himself to see anyone, but no one’s in sight. He shrugs and crouches down to pick up the wallet, but it suddenly moves away from him. He furrows his brow and tries to pick it up again, but it flies away once again.

“Trixie! It’s you isn’t it?”

Trixie and Robbie high-five each other and laugh.

“Such a classic!” Trixie giggles. Robbie nods at her with a grin.

“Come on, let’s go off to create more havoc!”

The duo of pranksters next sneaks into the town hall. They’re happy to see that the mayor has not arrived yet, and they set up their little prank. Trixie stays waiting, while Robbie goes off to get a disguise.

“Ah, hello, Trixie! What are you doing here?” the mayor asks with a smile.

Trixie shrugs: “I just thought it’d be useful to tell you there’s a snake in here.”

“A snake?”

“Yeah, a really big one! I heard it’s a completely new species, and it’s really deadly!”

“B-but what is it doing in here?”

“Probably wants to eat you.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s right there,” Trixie points up at the ceiling, where a squeaky toy snake is waiting. Right on that moment, Robbie pulls on a string, making the snake fall.”

“Oh my, help, get it off me!”

“Worry not, good sir!” A moustached stranger barges into the room. He suddenly begins a sword fight with the snake, as the mayor watches in confusion.

“I told you not to climb onto the ceilings of poor strangers!” the man scolds the snake, and Milford looks even more confused.

“I’m sorry, sir, we’ll be on our way.”

Trixie follows the strange man, and the mayor stares after them with his eyes wide.

Trixie and Robbie laugh as they’ve gotten far enough from the town hall.

“Did you see his face? That was amazing!”

The duo continues on with their tricks, for example putting up pictures of Sportacus’s face on everything in the airship. They have a blast, and at the end of the day, they’re drinking milkshakes at the beach, watching the sunset.

“That was awesome!” Trixie exclaims, swinging her feet back and forth.

“I know, kid.”

“I bet you did the best pranks when you were my age!”

“Oh yes, I did! All the grownups in town feared me, that’s how bad I was.”

“A proper villain?” Trixie asks with a grin. Robbie nods.

“Yup.”

There’s a moment of silence. Robbie smiles at the sunset while Trixie looks up at him, admiring the man. Suddenly, Trixie starts laughing.

“What’s so funny now?”

Trixie continues laughing as she explains: “It’s quite funny to call yourself a proper villain when you spent years trying to get one guy to disappear and now you’ve married him.”

Robbie scoffs: “Hey, instead of calling me a bad villain, how about you call him a bad hero. He didn’t get rid of me either.”

“But did he try to?”

Robbie sighs: “No.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Robbie shakes his head with a smile while Trixie grins at him.

“But you’re cool, man. Cooler than Sportaflappy anyway.”

Robbie smiles at the nickname, but furrows his brow: “I’m cooler than Sporty?”

Trixie shrugs: “I mean yeah. Sure, you can’t do a backflip, but you let me do fun stuff like this, and you’re not crazy about sports like he is. I mean, sports is all fun, but man, take a break. And you’re just cool to be around in general.”

Robbie smiles at Trixie, but then frowns.

“What is it?”

Robbie holds his chin up: “I bet I could do a backflip.”

Trixie laughs again: “Oh sure, old man.”

“Sportaden is an old man, and he can do a backflip, so why can’t I?”

“Because you just can’t, okay? I know you can’t.”

Robbie puts down his milkshake and stands up suddenly. “Watch me!”

“Oh no.”

There’s a moment of hesitation, sand flying, long arms and legs flailing around, a thump, and a quiet “ow”. Trixie shakes her head and helps Robbie get up.

“Yeah, watch me. Let’s get you back to your man so he can take care of you,” Trixie sighs.

They walk towards the lair together, and Robbie keeps repeating a little “ow” with every step.

“I bet you I could’ve done it on more stable ground. The sand distracted me.”

“Sure it did.”

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Sorry it’s taking so long, I’m just having a tough time coming up with pranks.

Prompt: Robbie and Trixie doing tricks to everybody and Trixie starts appreciating Robbie more (and maybe liking him a bit more than Sportacus. Just a teeny tiny bit. Maybe little bit in a fatherly way.) Love your blog!

Thank you! This prompt sounds awesome, and I’ll get right to writing it! Thanks, anon!

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Prompt: Robbie and Trixie doing tricks to everybody and Trixie starts appreciating Robbie more (and maybe liking him a bit more than Sportacus. Just a teeny tiny bit. Maybe little bit in a fatherly way.) Love your blog!

Thank you! This prompt sounds awesome, and I’ll get right to writing it! Thanks, anon!

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The Plan

Alright, I’ll try to get back to writing about now. I won’t get back to how often I used to write because honestly, it got really, really stressful, and also after 150 fics, ideas really don’t come that easily and quickly. But I’ll continue writing (I mean, ever since I started this blog, I’ve been waiting for Halloween and Christmas so I could write shorties for those).

Ps. Please send prompts f you have any :)

[sportarobbie-shorties]

Let the prompts come!

Hey! I’m gonna be away for a week again, which’ll mean nothing to you because to you, I’ve been away way longer than that. But, I was thinking that I’ll try to get back to writing once I get back home. So it’d be really cool and helpful if you guys could give me prompts while I’m away, so I’ll definitely have something to write when I get back! Please, if you have any nice ideas, send them without hesitation! The only things you have to remember is that my shorties should all exist in the same universe, and my shorties will stay smut free!