I liked to think that the reason Sportacus never actually teaches the kids any actual sports is bc as an elf he has a different understanding of sport but in later seasons we see his airship does prompt specific sports from him so that was wrong of me. Now i think he doesn't teach them actual sports bc he knows humans are too different from him and an elf, who is naturally amazing at all sports, teaching human kids for example skiing would be dangerous for them. What do you think?
//Actually, he does! In “Remote Control” he teaches them American football.
I agree that Sportacus would be concerned about safety, but I think he’s happy to teach sports to kids at an appropriate level. For instance, he doesn’t teach them to tackle each other (especially without helmets)! It just took Stephanie asking him to do it.
A headcanon of mine is that he hides being an elf because he doesn’t want to demotivate the kids. He doesn’t want them to think, “I could never do that because I’m a human,” and deny themselves the opportunity to work towards it and find out, because maybe you can do cool stuff like Sportacus! You just have to practice, eat plenty of sportscandy, and never give up! That’s how he sees it, anyways.
Ooooo how about 58 and 60 for Sportarobbie from the AU list!
Accidental Eavesdropping and Poorly Timed Confession, the DRAMA of it all Indigo....
It began with Robbie slinking away from yet another failed scheme. The Computer Boy had created a pair of glasses that shot LASER beams, which were just BEGGING to be stolen and weaponized to seek and destroy all Sportscandy! But in the end, Sportaflop had shown up and plucked them right off his face, tossing them to Pixel for reprogramming or whatever, Robbie didn’t really care. They all just gasped when he was unmasked, as usual, and he fired off a quippy one-liner and slunk away, before he could get humiliated further.
Right in the middle of his slinking, however, he heard flippity footsteps in the distance.
He couldn’t see that blasted blue hero yet, but the sound of those particular boots hitting the pavement triggered a fight-or-flight reflex in him, so Robbie dove inside the nearest mailbox, waiting for Sportacus to pass him by.
“Oh hello, Mr. Sportacus!” came the mayor’s voice. “How did it go with, oh, you know....Mister Rotten?”
Robbie sat back in the mailbox, and harrumphed. Even the MAYOR was rubbing his face in it? What did a villain have to do to get some PEACE?
“I don’t think I can do it, Mr. Mayor,” replied Sportacus, in an unusually defeated tone.
Robbie raised one eyebrow, and peeked out of the mailbox flap curiously. What was he talking about? Sportacus had WON, he had DEFEATED him, what more could he want?
“Don’t give UP, Sportacus!” said the Mayor encouragingly, “I’m sure if you just ASK, he’ll-”
“Ask?!” interrupted Sportacus, dragging his hands down his face,”You didn’t hear what he said! He said ‘The next time I SEE you, Sportahero, will be too soon!’”
Robbie recoiled. Had he really said that? In his defense, he always had to say a villainous line or two after being unmasked, and there really wasn’t any other OPTIONS, if he was going to keep to the theme of vision and eyes and whatnot...
“Oh, you know how Robbie Rotten is,” said Milford, patting Sportacus on the shoulder, “He likes to play things up in front of the kids.”
Robbie opened up his mouth, but closed it again. Fair point.
“I”m sure if anyone could make Robbie come around, it’d be you, Sportacus,” the mayor continued kindly, placing a hand on Sportacus’ shoulder.
“I don’t think so, Mr. Mayor,” Sportacus said softly.
“Now, Sportacus, don’t get down on yourself,” reprimanded Milford, “I’ve known Mister Rotten for many a year, and I believe that if you were honest with him, he would be...open, to the idea.”
“Open? To the idea of going OUT with me?” Sportacus said incredulously.
Robbie’s jaw dropped.
“Well, you’ll never know if you don’t ask!” Milford said, chuckling lightly, “I remember the first time I asked out Miss Busybody, I was so nervous, and-”
Robbie was having difficulty paying attention to Milford’s rambling story about how he asked out Bessie. He was having difficulty paying attention to anything, really, but his own HEARTBEAT gone buckwild in his chest. He wiggled a finger vigorously in his ear, because there is NO WAY that Sportacus had admitted to wanting to ask him OUT-
“And I think that Robbie is the same!” finished the Mayor, “He’s nervous-”
“What?!” Robbie whispered ferociously.
“-and, well, a touch defensive-“
“Hey!” Robbie touched a hand to his chest.
“But he can be very sweet, in the right, erm, situation,” Milford finished, “I’ve seen it.”
“No offense, Mister Mayor,” said Sportacus, “But I don’t think the right situation...is with me.”
Sportacus bit his lip and cast his eyes downward.
“I like him, Milford,” said Sportacus, still looking at the ground, “I like him a lot! Which is why I even considered this idea, in the first place. But after what he said today...”
Sportacus shook his head.
“I don’t know what I was thinking, “Sportacus said, with a light laugh that tried to hide the despondence in his voice, “I thought he was...warming up to me, at least a little, but clearly he doesn’t want anything to do with me. He just...he just HATES me.”
That was the last straw.
“NO I DO NOT!” Robbie yelled indignantly , bursting out of the mailbox and pointing an accusatory finger at a very shocked Sportacus, “In fact, I HAPPEN to LIKE you! VERY much! And FURTHERMORE, I would LOVE to go out with you, and-”
Robbie froze as letters rained down around him, turning redfaced with embarrassment as he realized what he had done.
And in front of the MAYOR, of all people!!
“Oh, my,” Milford said, backing away, “I will just, um, let you two gentlemen take it from here, shall I?”
Sportacus and Robbie watched Milford hasten away towards city hall, as it was easier than looking at each other.
“Well,” Sportacus finally said, rubbing the back of his neck, “Consider me embarrassed.”
“YOU??” said Robbie, scandalized, “YOU’RE embarrassed?? YOU didn’t just climb out of a MAILBOX and SCREAM at your-”
“Would you like to go out with me, Robbie?” interrupted Sportacus, stopping Robbie’s brain right in its tracks.
“I-I-er-uh-hgh-” Robbie garbled, trying to get his systems back online, “Don’t-don’t you already know the answer to that?”
“Ahh, well, I would just like to be sure,” Sportacus grinned, “And, it would feel like cheating if I didn’t ask you properly.”
“Alright, you goodie-two-shoes,” Robbie grumbled, something akin to joy bubbling in his stomach, “Yes. Yes I would.”
how much pain did you have to endure eating that raw lemon
There’s nothing painful about eating a lemon, I quite enjoy the taste it’s tangy, citrusy, fragrant, and sour. It’s mouth watering throughout and it leaves a great aftertaste, love the taste of raw lemon fuck my mouth is watering just think about it 🤤🤤🤤
Another note, unsigned , comes shooting from down below towards the ship and slipped through the mail slot with a 'blop' !! "My dearest Sportasweet - if I could capture the beauty of your smile I would keep it in a jar and hold it close to my heart. I adore the little flick your mustache does when you smirk, and I love that boyish sparkle in your eyes. I hope those sky blues will one day look at me this way, and I'll never want to stop floating in those two deep, beautiful, blue oceans."
“...beautiful, blue oceans,” Sportacus finished reading the letter aloud. He smiled thinking about who this mysterious lover could be. “How nice!’
The computer singingly chimed in.
“~Looks like someone has a secret admirer~!”
“Heh. Looks like it, yeah!” Sportacus blushed, nervous.
“You know, I could trace it back to its owner and reveal their identity for you.”
“Yeah, I don’t really want to do that.”
“Why not?”
“If they wanted me to know who they are, they would write their name at the end.” With his knuckle, Sportacus tapped the spot of the letter where it would have been, acting confident that he was making the right call. “They’re avoiding it on purpose, which means they don’t want me to know who they are, right? I want to respect that.”
“Ok. If you say so,” the computer teased as if this was a game.
“Right,” he breathed, nearly silent. He tried to convince himself it was the best thing to do, even though he wanted to meet this masked soul.
“Sportacus.”
A drawer containing the previous letter opened out from the side of the wall. He stacked the new one on top and let the drawer close.
“Hm?”
“What if you’re wrong and they’re waiting for you to figure it out?”
I love how Sportacus is never even slightly surprised when it turns out to be Robbie causing all the trouble around town. I’m like 80% sure he’s playing along with Robbie’s schemes at this point tbh
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