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katieskarlette · 4 years ago

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Other Characters

The characters I play the most are featured here, but I have many others that are either retired or don’t get played as often.

Cybelastrasza

Race: red dragon

Class: priest

Status: OC, inactive in-game

Been around since: MoP

Story: Cybela is the daughter of Rheastrasza. Her clutchmates were the egg destroyed by Deathwing in Wrathion's place, and the egg the player gets as a trinket at the end of the quests. Orphaned and alone, she sought out Wrathion as the only connection she had to her mother and ended up as a sort of adopted sister-figure to him in my fics.

Ceruleagosa

Race: blue dragon

Class: mage

Status: OC, inactive in-game

Been around since: MoP

Story: Cerulea hatched during the Nexus War, part of the last clutch of Saragosa and Malygos. She goes around trying to convince mortals to be more responsible in their magic use. Her heart is in the right place but she can be a bit of a nag. I keep meaning to work her into a fic but so far haven’t. I also have a human version of her in-game, but she’s inactive, too.

Skarly

Race: human

Class: hunter

Status: self-insert, inactive in-game

Been around since: WoD

Story: At one point in WoD I wasn't enjoying playing my mage and my guild was crumbling, so I made this character on a server where some of my old friends from vanilla were playing. I tentatively planned to make her my new main, so I gave her the same face and skin color as my mage, and the same hair color in a different cut. The people I was going to play with more or less quit, and now she's all alone on a random non-RP server. I may move her someday, but for now she's shelved.

Selldorine

Race: night elf

Class: druid

Status: OC, sporadically active in-game

Been around since: vanilla (she was the third character I ever made)

Story: Selldorine doesn't have much of a backstory or personality. She's not on an RP server so that's okay, I guess. She likes small animals, tailoring, and doing the night elf flippy jump. She's usually balance spec but sometimes I get brave and try to heal with her.

Talori

Race: night elf

Class: mage

Status: OC, inactive in-game

Been around since: Cataclysm

Story: She was raised in Dire Maul by her widowed father, who was one of the archivists in the Shen'dralar library there. When Cataclysm brought night elf mages out of the shadows, she ventured out to see what the rest of the world was like. She's a little bit snooty, but also naive due to her sheltered upbringing. She loves books and inscription.

Kalizai

Race: night elf

Class: death knight

Status: OC, sporadically active in game

Been around since: She was created on Day One of WotLK, then shelved between Cataclysm and Shadowlands.

Story: Kalizai's parents were Highborne who gave up arcane magic and assimilated into the general night elf society after the Sundering. Kalizai is about the same age as Fandral Staghelm. She worked as an assassin-for-hire for many years, and Staghelm sent her on many missions to eliminate his enemies. When word of the Scourge reached him, he sent her to Northrend to study their necromancy. He hoped to somehow purify their techniques and bring his son back to life. Kalizai learned far more about the subject than she ever wanted to, as her snooping around Icecrown resulted in her death--and reanimation as a death knight. I have a really, really old fanfic about her, too.

After the events of WotLK she wandered around without clear direction in her (un)life until she got turned into a smudge of ash by Deathwing in one of his random zone burnings. With her body thus destroyed, she was freed from undeath and able to ascend to the afterlife. She was sent to Revendreth and immediately caught the eye of Sire Denathrius. As a death knight she was very well acquainted with the art of pain, making her a great candidate for a becoming a venthyr after she had completed her own penance. By the time of the Shadowlands expansion she had become a defender of Revendreth, occasional torturer of souls in need of humbling, and frequent guest in the Sire’s bedchamber.

Thalari

Race: Void Elf

Class: priest

Status: OC, inactive in-game

Been around since: Legion (She was a night elf with no story or personality circa Cataclysm, then shelved until Legion when I dusted her off and changed to a void elf.)

Story: Full backstory here. Short(ish) version: Between the Scourge and the Legion, Thalari lost her entire family. Terrified and desperate, she left her post as a priestess of the Light and became one of Umbric’s students in hopes that void magic would be the key to defeating the Legion.

Alas, it wasn’t, and she was no longer able to connect with the Light the way she had before. By the time she arrived in Stormwind as an exile, she was on the verge of giving up completely. Then a hooded stranger heard her crying outside the cathedral and stopped to comfort her. He reassured her that the Light had not abandoned her, helped her find lodging for the night, and--most importantly--gave her hope.

Grateful beyond words, Thalari kissed the young man as he prepared to depart. He was startled and shy, but graciously wished her well and disappeared into the night. A few days later, she was gobsmacked to discover that her anonymous benefactor had been none other than King Anduin Wrynn himself. Once she recovered from her shock and embarrassment, she vowed to serve the Alliance with all her might. She may be a bit overzealous in her enthusiasm for her new faction, but it’s given her a desperately-needed sense of belonging and purpose.

Villeshari

Race: blood elf

Class: warlock

Status: OC, inactive in-game

Been around since: the first day of TBC

Story: Villeshari's father was a high-ranking noble in Silvermoon before the Scourge Invasion. She knew Kael'thas fairly well, as they moved in the same social circles, and she had a crush on him. Her father hinted to Anasterian that their children would be a good match, but nothing came of it. Villeshari's family owned a shipping company based out of western Eversong, and Villeshari was raised in luxury. She expected to study magic in Dalaran when she got old enough, but to her humiliation the Kirin Tor declined her application. She had some skill in fire magic, but the other schools of magic were beyond her abilities. When the Scourge came through she lost everything: her family, their fortune, and her daydreams of being queen someday. She turned to darker magic to survive and ended up becoming a warlock. Her skill in the shadow arts isn't all that much greater than her skill for traditional magic, however, and the demons she summons are often inept. (Her voidwalker, Sarvhug, is more apt to hug enemies than attack them. Which does hold aggro, in a way, but is still embarrassing.) Her hobbies are tailoring, complaining about crude orcish architecture, and enchanting everything she can get her finely-manicured hands on.

Shelkaena

Race: blood elf

Class: paladin (blood knight)

Status: OC, inactive in-game

Been around since: TBC

Story: Shelkaena's mother was a ranger and her father ran an apothecary shop in Silvermoon. They both died when the Scourge swept through. She tried to run the shop by herself, but times were tough and she couldn't compete with the bloodthistle trade. She was on the verge of homelessness when she heard a recruiting pitch for the blood knights. She enlisted, thus gaining room and board, armor and weapons, and the training she needed to defend her people. She's meticulous about her armor, making sure it's always polished and well-maintained.

Zhelios

Race: blood elf

Class: mage

Status: OC, inactive in-game

Been around since: WotLK or possibly Cataclysm, not sure

Story: The son of a Kirin Tor mage and a Silvermoon socialite, Zhelios was raised in Dalaran. He barely escaped the city with his life when Archimonde attacked it. His father wasn't so lucky. Zhelios fled to Silvermoon, only to find his mother was missing and presumed dead. (I haven't decided if she ended up Scourge or not, but he doesn't know, either way.) After the war he returned to Dalaran to help pick up the pieces. The trauma he had been through, combined with the interruption of his studies, meant that he flunked out of mage training. To make ends meet, he took a job cleaning and maintaining the city's fountains, instead. He had a soft spot for the fish in the main fountain, and took home any who were injured or sick. He eventually met and fell in love with a Darkspear troll named Bridjin. They were forced out of the city when the Horde was purged from Dalaran. Eventually they married and settled in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, where Zhelios works with the Golden Lotus in their efforts to restore the valley's beautiful lakes and streams to their pre-Garrosh glory.

Bridjin

Race: troll

Class: warlock in-game, more of a generic shadowcaster in my mind

Status: OC, sporadically active in game

Been around since: MoP

Story: Bridjin was only a child when the Darkspear arrived in Durotar. Shortly thereafter, her mother (the only parent she'd ever known) was killed by centaur, leaving Bridjin to be raised by her aunt. When she came of age she traveled around as an adventurer for awhile. She met and fell in love with a shaman while defending the Ashenvale/Barrens border, but he was killed by night elves shortly thereafter. Bridjin returned to wandering Kalimdor, working as a mercenary but becoming increasingly dissatisfied with that life. When Garrosh turned against the Darkspear, she fled to Dalaran. She had recently had a one-night stand with a blood elf there, and when she returned to visit him again things turned serious. They eventually married and, after the Horde races were purged from Dalaran, they moved to the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. Bridjin currently works as a cook for the Golden Lotus. Cooking has always been her favorite hobby.

Eitak

Race: troll

Class: rogue

Status: OC, sporadically active in game

Been around since: vanilla (the fourth character I ever created, and first Horde)

Story: Her name is Katie backwards, kind of an in-joke with the friend who got me playing WoW in the first place. Eitak's not on an RP server, but through the years she's taken on her own personality. She's brash, irreverent, and outspoken, quick to say what's on her mind regardless of the appropriateness. She loves to dance. She does leatherworking.

Zarctica

Race: troll

Class: mage

Status: OC, inactive in-game

Been around since: vanilla

Story: I haven't played Zarctica in years, but she was initially created so I could see what frost mages were like, back when my main was fire and switching spec was an inconvenient, expensive process. She's considered weird by troll standards because she likes fuzzy bunnies and flowers, and she's creeped out by bones and dark magic. She hates Undercity and prefers to spend time in Thunder Bluff instead. My even-more-inactive troll hunter on the same server, Jinzakar, is Zarctica’s sister.

Tinneleva

Race: dwarf

Class: hunter

Status: OC, sporadically active in-game

Been around since: vanilla (second character ever)

Story: Tinneleva (Tin-ell-uh-vuh) isn't on an RP server and just has a sort of generic dwarf personality. Her main pet is an Ashenvale wolf named Rodolpho, which at least according to some sources means "wolf," or "wolf-like." It seemed like a good name in 2005, anyway, and even though it's not the least bit dwarfish it seems to suit him. She calls him Roddy a lot of the time.

Xinghongse

Race: pandaren (Alliance)

Class: monk

Status: OC, sporadically active in-game

Been around since: first day of MoP

Story: Xinghongse isn't on an RP server so she doesn't have a formal backstory, but after having the pandaren monk mini-pet following her around all the time I developed the idea that he's her son, and she's a single mom trying to make the world a better place for her kid. She's cheerful, curious, and friendly. (Xing hong se is "scarlet," at least according to some online Mandarin dictionaries I consulted.)

Nyxondra

Race: black dragon

Class: priest

Status: AU version of canon character, inactive in-game

Been around since: WoD

Story: This is my AU version of Wrathion's mother, to go along with Fahrad/Fahradion.

Eaunyxia (AU Onyxia)

Race: black dragon

Class: warlock

Status: AU version of canon character, inactive in-game

Been around since: the pre-Legion invasion events

Story: This is an AU version of Onyxia (her name is pronounced the same), from the "Draco ex Machina" continuity.

Seraphelle/Seara Blackwing

Race: black dragon

Class: priest

Status: OC, mostly inactive in-game

Been around since: vanilla (although I only decided she was a dragon in MoP)

Story: The in-game priest (Seraphelle) has always been the owner of my storage guild and the alchemist among my alts on my main server. Eventually I decided to have her be a black dragon: Nefarian's mate and the mother of the drakes in BWL. She appears in the fic Draco ex Machina. She's kind of taken a back seat since I started shipping Nefarian with Rheastrasza, but she's still around.

Romatria

Race: half black dragon, half red dragon

Class: priest

Status: OC, sporadically active in-game

Been around since: WoD

Story: Romatria's parents are Rheastrasza and pre-corruption Nefarian (Romathion). She’s been living as a night elf priestess since the Sundering, hiding her true species. She’s mentioned in my fic “By Any Other Name,” and stars in a half-finished fic that has been stagnating for years.

Nith

Race: chromatic dragon

Class: monk

Status: OC, inactive in-game

Been around since: WoD

Story: Nith is one of the chromatic dragon whelps that emerged from Nefarian's laboratories at Blackrock Mountain, and the last surviving one of his kind. He briefly appeared in my fic “By Any Other Name,” and would feature prominently in the fic about Romatria if I ever finished it.

Ephemeros

Race: half blue dragon, half bronze dragon

Class: mage

Status: OC, inactive in-game

Been around since: WoD

Story: Ephemeros' mixed heritage has cursed him with a strange predicament: he randomly time travels in his sleep, and sometimes wakes up clutching objects which then have to be returned to the proper time/place by a full-blooded bronze dragon. He’s also in the unpublished fic about Romatria.

Neblanca:

Race: half red dragon, half green dragon

Class: hunter

Status: OC, later turned into AU Sylvanas

Been around since: The character was created in TBC as a blood elf. During WoD I decided she was a dragon. Then in BFA I gave her a makeover and turned her into an AU Sylvanas.

Story: Neblanca is a drake with the attitude of a snarky teenager and a menagerie of spirit animals drawn (sometimes accidentally) from the Emerald Dream. And, you guessed it, she’s also in the perpetually-unfinished Romatria fic.

#my alts

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a-slightly-above-average-hero · 7 years ago

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Have another fanfic. This one’s been written for a while. I like to think that ‘First Day of Summer’ is the last episode chronologically, because the character development in that episode kinda just got dumped after that :/ I wanted nice Robbie to stick around. So here’s my take on what happened afterwards! Sport’s been slightly oblivious, Robbie even more so.

Title: Second Day of Summer

Rating: G

“Come on, guys, race you to the lake!” Stephanie hollered, tossing a pink-toned beach ball in the air. The other children all cheered in response and followed their friend down the path to the lakefront. Sportacus, who’d been doing push-ups on a wall, jumped down and ran after the children. The blue-clad hero skidded to a stop in front of the eager kids. “Hi, Sportacus!”

“Hello, Stephanie, kids,” Sportacus greeted brightly. “Were you going to the lake?”

“Yes, we were going to my lake,” Stingy interjected in his usual fashion. Sportacus hid a chuckle at the boy’s quirk. The hero crouched down to eye level with the children.

“Well, kids, what did we say yesterday?” he asked softly, putting one hand on Ziggy’s shoulder and the other on Stingy’s. Sportacus sighed when he saw the blank stares on their faces. “We promised Robbie that we wouldn’t all leave town again. At least not without telling him.”

“Aw, why should we tell that no-good Robbie Rotten anything?” Trixie said with a sneer. The other kids all chattered in agreement, and Sportacus shook his head.

“Robbie was really upset yesterday. And if you want him to be nice to you, you should be nice to him.” The kids slowly nodded, reluctantly agreeing. Sportacus stood to his full height and smiled warmly at the children. “Mayor Meanswell should be here in a moment, let him walk you to the lake. I’ll be right back. Bye-bye.”

“Bye, Sportacus.” The hero could hear the children grumbling as he ran off, but he wasn’t going to break a promise.

Robbie had just settled in for a mid-morning nap when he heard a pounding on the outside hatch. Bleary-eyed, he shouted, “I don’t want any! No one’s home!” He mentally hit himself for the second statement, but he couldn’t take it back. He just wanted to sleep. The pounding came again. “Go away!”

“Robbie?” Robbie put his head in his hands. It was that stupid flippy elf. What did he want at this time of the morning? “Robbie, it’s me, Sportacus! Can I come in?” Robbie groaned and hoped that Sportacus would just give up and go away. After a moment of silence, Sportacus called, “I’m coming in.”

“Don’t!” Robbie shouted, but it was too late. Sportacus came sliding down the pipe, but just a little too fast. Robbie had engineered it for himself, after all, and he was an awful lot heavier than the bouncing kangaroo. The hero shot out of the pipe with a cry and skidded across the floor before landing in front of Robbie’s chair in a blue heap. Robbie stood on his chair and looked down at Sportacus. “I told you so.”

Sportacus groaned and sat up. “That you did, Robbie.” His cap was askew, letting a few locks of caramel hair and an ear tip peek out. Robbie pretended not to notice. “I’m awfully sorry to barge in like this, but I didn’t want a repeat of yesterday. We’re all going to the lake again, and I was wondering if you’d like to join us?”

Robbie put one hand to his chest and gaped at the hero. “You want me to go to the lake with you?” he asked incredulously. It was admittedly an enticing offer. The villain didn’t fancy being left alone in town again. Sportacus adjusted his cap and folded his hands in his lap. Robbie felt a little bad; the elf looked like a kicked puppy. Had he taken Robbie’s overdramatic response as a no? “Hey, Sportafl-- Sportacus, I-- I never said no.” Sportacus brightened. “I’ll go. If you promise to keep those,” he gagged on his words, “little brats in check.”

Sportacus leapt to his feet. “Really? That’s fantastic!” He offered a hand to Robbie, and Robbie reluctantly took it. The elf helped him down from his perch, but he continued to hold his hand after the fact. “Let’s go!”

Robbie blinked at the bright sun as he and Sportacus clambered out of the villain’s lair. Once again, Sportacus helped him step down from his perch on the ladder, and the hero started skipping down the path to the lake. Robbie was slightly amazed that Sportacus wasn’t backflipping the entire way. But then the showoff started skipping backwards. Robbie managed to keep up with Sportacus’s pace by merit of his long legs alone. “That’s a good way to fall, Sportaklutz,” Robbie remarked.

Sportacus shrugged. “If I fall, maybe you can catch me,” he said cheerfully. Robbie stifled a groan.

“Walk like a normal person, or I might just turn around and go home,” Robbie threatened. Sportacus pouted for a moment before obliging him. He still kept a slight hop in his step. Maybe that was just how he walked. “Sportakook--- Sportacus, enlighten me on something.”

“Yes, Robbie?” The elf perked up at the idea that Robbie wanted to talk to him.

“What’s under your hat?” Sportacus frowned.

“You know exactly what’s under my hat. You’ve seen me without my hat plenty of times. Or is your memory that bad?” Sportacus asked. If Robbie didn’t know better, he would have thought he sounded... bitter.

“I’m assuming you have hair,” Robbie said with a snicker. Sportacus glared at him. For once, he seemed genuinely unamused. The hero stopped in his tracks and ripped the cap from his head. A mop of brown-blond curls tumbled loose, and his pointy ears twitched.

“Do you remember now?” Sportacus yelled, his face contorted with anger. Robbie stared blankly for a moment trying to understand why the elf was so upset. Then some sort of mental switch flipped. The villain squinted at him.

“Alex?” Sportacus threw his hands up. “Alexander Alltbjart?”

“Yes! How have you not realized that? I’ve been here for ten months!” Sportacus cried in exasperation. Robbie searched for the best way to answer. How hadn’t he realized that the insufferable hero was his old schoolmate? His old friend...

“Y-you disappeared ten years ago, Alex! You were just gone. I thought... Everyone thought you were dead!” There was a moment of silence as the two men stared at each other in disbelief. The anger on the elf’s face disappeared, being replaced by sorrow. Robbie ran a hand through his hair, the silence stifling.

Sportacus broke the silence with a whispered, “But how didn’t you recognize me? I know it’s been ten years, but...”

Robbie swallowed hard. “Y-you were a lot shorter the last time I saw you. Y-your voice changed.” He stifled a laugh. “You didn’t have that stupid pointy mustache.” Sportacus self-consciously felt at the hair on his upper lip. The villain’s face fell as he looked at the elf, find it hard to look past the uniform to see his old friend. “Why did you leave, Alex?”

Sportacus sniffed, his eyes growing watery. “I didn’t want to, Robbie,” he croaked, fiddling with his cap. “I never wanted to leave LazyTown, it was... it is my home. But I, I had to go. It was my job.”

Robbie grabbed the elf by the shoulders and shook him gently. “You didn’t have to go, Alexander! Why didn’t you just leave it to Number 9? Why didn’t you leave it to him?”

“Number 9 was dead!” Sportacus sobbed, tears freely falling. Robbie stopped shaking him but didn’t let him go. The elf shook with his sobs, clutching his cap close to him. “Number 9 was dead before I left. I was his successor, Robbie. I was the only one who could carry on for him.” Robbie’s grip loosened, and Sportacus fell into Robbie’s arms, crying into his chest. “I didn’t want to go...”

Robbie wrapped one arm around Sportacus and put his other hand on the elf’s head, wrapping his fingers in his caramel-colored curls. He was amazed at how quickly his own attitude toward the hero had changed given this new information. He’d been absolutely horrid to him for the past ten months. He’d tried to run him out of town dozens of times. He’d given him sugar on multiple occasions. He hadn’t felt so terrible about it before, but now he felt like a monster.

“Alex...” Robbie mumbled over and over, the name feeling foreign and familiar at the same time. Sportacus’s tears eventually ran out, and the two men separated. They smiled at each other and laughed nervously. It was like enormous weights had been lifted from both of their shoulders.

“Everyone will be wondering where we are,” Sportacus said, moving to put his cap back on. Robbie caught his hand, and the elf looked up at him in bewilderment.

“Keep it off, Alex. I... I like you better without.” Sportacus looked back down at the ground, covering his ears with his hands. Robbie gently placed his hands on the elf’s arms, studying his face. “Alexander?” he said softly.

“The kids...” Robbie nodded; he understood. He moved so he and Sportacus were side-by-side, and he snaked one arm around the elf, holding him close. With a sniff, Sportacus jammed his cap back on his head and said, “Let’s go.”

Seeing Robbie walk alongside Sportacus shocked not just the kids, but Mayor Meanswell and Miss Busybody as well. The villain wasn’t poking jabs at the hero, and he wasn’t glaring at him either. In fact, Robbie still had his arm around Sportacus, and Sportacus was laughing quietly at something Robbie had said, brushing aside a curl that had escaped his cap. Curiosity piqued, the children abandoned the sandcastle they’d been buidling and ran across the sand to meet them.

“Yo, yo, what’s goin’ on?” Jives asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“Yeah, Sportacus, what’s going on?” Stephanie said, miming her friend. Biting his bottom lip, Sportacus broke away from Robbie’s grasp and knelt down in front of the children.

“Uh, kids, I... I have something to tell you.” The kids stared at him with concern. Sportacus took a deep breath before saying, “I haven’t been entirely truthful with you. Sportacus... isn’t my name. It’s just a title. My name is... Alexander. Alexander Alltbjart.” The children were quizzical now, but they let him continue. “A-and, I’m not... human.” Sportacus tugged his cap from his head and brushed his hair out of the way of his pointed ears. “I’m... I’m an elf.” Sportacus fiddled with his cap as he waited for a reaction.

No reaction came, so Sportacus took a shuddering breath and stammered, “I-I was born in Iceland, b-but my mother raised me here, in LazyTown. R-Robbie and I were f-friends, g-good friends, b-but I left, because N-number 9 gave me the title.” His breaths were coming quick and short now, and he was visibly distressed. Robbie put a hand on Sportacus’s shoulder. “I-I-I’m so sorry, kids.” Sportacus put his head in his hands, not even waiting for the kids to react this time.

Stephanie stepped forwards and wrapped her arms around the elf’s neck. He tensed, but he settled into the embrace and hugged her back. The other children followed her example and came up to hug their hero however they could. “Why are you sorry, Sportacus?” Stephanie asked, pulling away slightly.

“I kept the truth from you,” Sportacus answered, his brows upturned and his eyes wide. “Doesn’t that upset you?” Stephanie bit the inside of her cheek.

“Well, I’m a little upset that you didn’t tell us, but I understand if you were scared.” The girl smiled at her older friend. “I like your ears.” Sportacus forced a chuckle and put his fingers lightly on the tips.

Ziggy broke the silence that followed by saying, “Can I still call you Sportacus?” Sportacus laughed, genuinely this time, and gently pulled the youngest boy off of his back to hug him.

“Of course you can, Ziggy,” the hero replied. “All of you can call me whatever you want. Sportacus, Alexander, Alex...” He made a sour face. “Just please don’t call me Mister Alltbjart. For the love of all that is good, do not.” The children all giggled, still hanging on their hero. “I need to get up, kids.” The kids refused to move, so Sportacus braced himself and stood, lifting the kids up with him. The children squealed with delight as they let him go one by one and dropped to the sand.

“Yo, yo, Sportacus, does this mean that you and Robbie are friends now?” Jives asked, bouncing up and down. The two men looked at each other and grinned nervously.

“W-what do you say, Robbie? Are we friends again?”

Robbie pretended to think it over before smiling widely. “Yes, I think we’re friends.” The elf’s face lit up instantly, and Robbie grabbed him into a bear hug, lifting him off the ground and spinning him around. The children cheered in delight and ran back to finish their sandcastle.

Robbie finished spinning the elf and set him back on his feet. Sportacus smiled widely up at Robbie, his face flushed. Robbie knew that he had the same goofy look on his own face. “You really missed me, didn’t you” Sportacus whispered, his lips still quirked up in a lopsided grin as he spoke.

The villain wrapped his arm around Sportacus and lightly squeezed. “Yeah, I really missed you, Alex.” Being able to say his name again without it bringing tears to his eyes was a wonderful feeling. “So... what do we do now?” Sportacus rolled his eyes at his friend.

“Volleyball is always an option.” Robbie stuck out his tongue and pretended to gag.

“Nuh-uh. We may be friends again, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to start playing sports with you again. You were a menace when we were kids. You’re even worse now.” Sportacus giggled, brushing aside a stray curl. “Can I get you to sit for a little while?”

“You can try. Why?”

“We have a lot of catching up to do.”

That’s the end, folks! :D I wanted Sporto and Robbo to have a reconciliation of sorts before they hooked up. And there you have it! I might continue this later with reactions from other characters... later... Feedback is appreciated :)

#lazytown #fanfic #my writing #sportacus #robbie rotten #stephanie #jives #stingy #ziggy #trixie #sportarobbie sorta #leading up to it at least #sportacus and robbie were friends

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robertopudrido · 8 years ago

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Masterpost for Sportacus’ nicknames

so im gay and started taking notes while watching lazytown somewhere around the start of season 2 and here is my (incomplete) list for all the different things Robbie’s called Sportacus since i thought some people might be interested. all alphabetized under the cut.

blue cartoon blue elf blue jumping kangaroo blue mr. flippy blue snoop blue typhoon frozacus sportabuddy (thanks @ spobforpresident !) sportacook/kook sportaclock?? (i couldn’t quite understand him) sportadud sportaflop sportafloppy sportafloppity sportaloon sportaloser sportanoodle sportaspoon sportasput/spot?? sporty

if you know of any more, please let me know and ill add it in! an ep+timestamp would be nice for confirmation purposes but its not necessary lol

#lazytown #sportacus

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apathetic-revenant · 8 years ago

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Y’know, I went through four and a half years of college being inundated with emails and posters and flyers and whatnot for clubs/talks/meetings/groups/events/just general information promoting the importance of Taking Care of Yourself and Eating Right and Exercising and Getting Enough Sleep and not a single goddamn one of them inspired me to do anything of the sort, but somehow this insane TV show about a ridiculous begoggled sports elf and his puppet friends will get me to eat breakfast and take a walk when I feel bad.

I’ve really been surprised by how much this show actually helps with my anxiety (which has been through the roof lately so this was some quite fortuitous timing). I mean initially I just thought, well it kinda cheers me up to watch it because it’s cheerful and bright and there’s some remarkably solid comedy and adorkable Icelandic accents, but at some point I realized it was actively encouraging me to take better care of myself. Which felt rather odd since it’s not aimed at anything remotely near me demographically, it never remotely touches on mental illness (hell, it doesn’t even touch on physical illness), and most of the messages in the show aren’t even all that applicable to me. I mean, I can go to bed early but that doesn’t mean I’m going to get a good night’s sleep, and I’m not going to feel less tired and wrung-out no matter how many apples I eat.

Honestly, I thought I was just being weird. By this point I’ve more or less gotten used to the fact that my coping techniques can get a little strange, which I guess makes a certain amount of sense because after all the things that make me feel bad make little enough sense to begin with it kind of follows that the things that make me feel better might not make a lot of sense either.

But then I started noticing how many other people were saying LazyTown helps them deal with mental illness in some way or another, which really struck me. It made me kinda wonder why this is, how a show that seems like it should be really obnoxious and overbearing and generally not helpful can pull off what so many messages about self-care that were aimed directly at me completely failed to do.

I’m not sure I have a good answer to that, but watching the show with that question in mind, I’ve noticed some things:

-Although it never makes a big point out of it, there’s a recognition in the show that what works for one person is not necessarily going to work for someone else. Sportacus can’t have sugar, but he never tells the kids that they should never eat sugar. He says hey, it’s perfectly fine to eat candy or ice cream sometimes, just maybe don’t eat too much and eat something healthy as well, okay? When it’s his birthday they make regular sugary birthday cake for everyone else to eat, and a fruit cake (not a fruitcake) for him to eat. (Which he then proceeds to use as a prop in a dance number, but whatever.) And the kids all have different interests, and are good at different things, and while they have plenty of group games the message about exercising is never “do this one specific thing” but “do what you like to do”. Hell, in one episode they figure out a way for Ms. Busybody to exercise by answering the phone, because that’s what she’s good at.

-Following that, no one’s ever forced or required to fundamentally change who they are. Pixel’s never told he has to stop playing video games and spend all his time outside, just maybe don’t play video games so much you neglect to take care of yourself. Ziggy’s not told he has to stop eating sweets entirely, just encouraged to eat some fruit as well. Trixie’s never told she’s too bossy or bold, just, y’know, try not to prank people in a mean way. Stingy is...well, Stingy. But I mean, look at how the show treats Stingy. The kids won’t let him run over them; they’ll call him out if he goes too far, like in the treehouse episode, and when he’s being annoying they’ll tease him right back, but by and large they just accept that Stingy is how he is and that’s fine as long as he’s not being a real jerk about it.

-Sportacus’ crystal doesn’t just register physical danger, it registers emotional trouble as well. And he treats everything equally as serious and always responds to it urgently. At most, if it’s something especially ridiculous, you might get a somewhat-exasperated-but-mostly-amused headshake, but he never says anything like “That’s it? I was expecting something serious” or “I came all the way over here for this?” He never minimizes anyone’s problems or makes anything out to be unworthy of his time.

-Sportacus also never chides anyone for getting into trouble in the first place, or expresses any annoyance over having to save them, even if it’s something they got themselves into. At most he’ll gently ask them to be a bit more careful next time. And he makes it very clear that he will always be there for the kids if they need him, no matter the reason. He never brushes them off or tells the kids he doesn’t have time to play with them or listen to them or anything like that.

-One of the recurring messages in the show is that there’s nothing wrong with making mistakes, the important thing is that you learn from them. Everyone in this show makes mistakes at some point and that’s okay. No one holds grudges (except Robbie). Sportacus never gets angry at the kids even if they do things that wind up causing him some serious trouble. Hell, he came down on his birthday to find that there was a giant wall built across town and everyone was throwing cake at each other and his immediate thought was for everyone else’s wellbeing.

-Sportacus always asks people if they’re okay after he saves them. I dunno, it’s a really really small thing, but like. He doesn’t assume that everything’s automatically fine because he swooped in and saved the day. He makes sure everything’s alright before he does anything else. He’s obviously not just showing off or saving people because that’s his job, he’s always genuinely concerned for them.

-If Robbie’s being duplicitous people might be suspicious of him, but any time he makes anything like a sincere attempt to be friendly or join in a social activity he’s immediately accepted. There’s no plot where he tries to do something good and everyone hilariously misunderstands and thinks he’s doing something wrong. And they don’t tease him or show any impatience when he’s awkward or uncertain about how to actually function in a social setting, they just gently help him out.

-The characters never try to get revenge on Robbie. The universe might enact some weird karmic punishment on him, or his schemes might backfire on him, but the most the characters ever do is troll him a little or let him take a mild pratfall. And Sportacus will save him every time, even when the entire reason he’s in trouble is because of some villainy he was doing (which is almost all the time). Even when he’s trying to crash the airship with Sportacus in it, Sportacus will still save him. There’s no “he has it coming” or “he deserves what he gets”, and no one ever intentionally initiates trouble with him.

-Sportacus never brags or boasts. Yes he’s ridiculous with his stunts, but he obviously does all that because he enjoys it and he thinks it’s cool, not because he wants people to admire and praise him. And he’s always quick to tell the kids that they can do cool stunts too if they just practice and work at it, and he’s incredibly supportive of everything they try. This is a guy who can do gymnastics the rest of us could only dream of but he’ll cheer on a six-year-old trying to do pushups like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever seen. And I mean, you really believe that to him that is the greatest thing he’s ever seen.

-The show’s really open about gender roles. Robbie is totally down with crossdressing all the time and no one ever comments on this or laughs at it or finds it weird. I mean they might react to him being in disguise but the nature of the disguise is pretty irrelevant. Stephanie has a lot of stereotypically girly characteristics and Trixie has a lot of stereotypically tomboyish characteristics and this matters not one little bit to anyone. The Mayor happily wears a pink bobble hat, Trixie will be the knight or the pirate captain or Robin Hood in a game, Sportacus and the Mayor can knit and Robbie can sew, Stingy at one point declares himself a princess because hey, royalty is royalty...whatever. It’s all good.

-Everyone cares for each other so much on this show. Like Robbie once went around sabotaging Sportacus thinking he was going to make him look like a fool and embarrass him and instead all the kids just got super concerned that he might not be taking care of himself properly. When Robbie had no gifts for Christmas they came to his door caroling (well, kind of) and gave him some of theirs even though the whole reason he had no gifts was because he was on the naughty list for being a jerk to them all the time. The kids might disagree or get into fights sometimes but they always make up quickly, and they’re always helping take care of each other and looking out for each other.

I think maybe, at least in part, this show works as well as it does because while individual episodes might have specific messages about brushing your teeth or getting enough sleep or whatever, the overall message isn’t about any specific way to live. It’s just...take care of yourself. Help others take care of themselves. Feel good and enjoy life because you’re worth it.

I know that might sound really simple and not worth making a fuss about, but ...well, it’s not real easy for me. What’s easy for me is thinking I’m not worth much, or that the tiniest mistake is a huge disaster, or that my stupid problems and I are a burden on people around me. When you hear that coming from the inside of your head all the time, well...you kinda need all the help you can get to think otherwise. I personally did not expect that help to come from a flippy blue elf with a Salvador Dali mustache, but hey, who am I to argue.

#lazytown #anxiety #long #strange ramblings #kinda trailed off at the end there cause I want to go to bed

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