(This makes me think of Robbie a lot)
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@rottenapplecandy-blog
(This makes me think of Robbie a lot)
“ WHO GOT ALL THIS CONFETTI ON MY FLOOR ?! “
“The same person who got it on mine.”
(glanni-is-a-pimp) Hey, I didn't get any valentines either =/
Well, tough luck, isn’t it.
above-average-sports-elf:
“Oh my, how horrible. You deserve a valentine! Everyone does! Maybe I could get you something…”
“Well, you’re two days late and my heart is already shattered into a million pieces. I hope you feel good about yourself.”
No valentines?! Robbie that's horrible! I'm so sorry, I'm sure I remember leaving you one! (above-average-sports-elf)
Well, now it’s too late.
Good job, Sportadork. You hurt the feelings I don’t have!
Did you know chocolate goes on sale the day after Valentines?
Did you also know I can actually get sick from too much candy?
Happy late day of love!!!
I can’t believe I was forgotten. Not even that dumb elf paid attention to me.
And he calls himself a hero.
.... you’re exempt, by the way.
Happy late fuccing day Robbie
Language...!
But .... hmhmhmhm. Yes. Thankyou.
Can’t help but notice I’ve received zero valentines.
clockworkrotten:
❝No glitter bombs with sneezing powder.❞ Rottenella uncharacteristically obliged.
He hadn’t said anything about glitter bombs with itching powder.
“...and nothing else along the same lines.”
He had a feeling she’d end up twisting his words, somehow.
All these Robbie valentines goin around but you all know he’d hate this holiday
clockworkrotten:
❝I know, because I invented them.❞ Rottenella boastfully informed.
❝…Well, whomever deserves one, I suppose.❞ denoted the clockwork ballerina, smoothly moving to third position.
“Ah... please don’t send me any glitter bombs with sneezing powder.”
He watched her shift, briefly considering just turning her into a toy again to escape possibly being sent a ball of lgitter.
bold what your muse CAN do ———— RE-POST , don’t reblog.
BAKE A CAKE FROM SCRATCH | RIDE A HORSE | DRIVE A SUBMARINE | SPEAK A SECOND LANGUAGE | DANCE | CATCH A FISH | PLAY AN INSTRUMENT | THROW A PUNCH | BUILD A DECK | ICE SKATE | UNCLOG A DRAIN | PROGRAM A COMPUTER |CHANGE A FLAT TIRE | FIRE A GUN | SEW | JUGGLE | PLAY POKER | PAINT | FLY A KITE| SCULPT | WRITE POETRY | CHANGE A DIAPER | SING | SHOOT A BOW AND ARROW |RIDE A BIKE | SWIM | SAIL A BOAT | DO A BACK FLIP | PLAY CHESS | GIVE CPR | PITCH A TENT | FLIRT | STITCH A WOUND | READ PALMS | USE CHOPSTICKS | WRITE IN CURSIVE/ CALLIGRAPHY | USE AN ELECTRIC DRILL | BRAID HAIR | MAKE A CAMPFIRE |MAKE A MIXED DRINK | DO SUDOKU PUZZLES | WRAP A GIFT | GIVE A GOOD MASSAGE | JUMP-START A CAR |ROLL THEIR TONGUE | DO MAGIC TRICKS | DO YOGA | TIE A TIE | SKIP A ROCK | SHUFFLE A DECK OF CARDS |READ MORSE CODE | PICK A LOCK
Tagged by: @thebluekangaroo
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clockworkrotten:
❝…Well, then, I suppose it runs in the family.❞ the ballerina doll counterclaimed, returning the criticism. Fun abruptly destroyed.
❝Does that include glitter bombs with sneezing powder? I know someone who is definitely receiving one of those…❞
“I never heard of those.” Glitter, yes, but not with the sneezing powder.
“Who - who are you going to send it to?” Hopefully not him. He hated glitter, and sneezing, and bombs.
[blog: stimacus] There's a metallic knocking sound at the pipe entrance, even though from Robbie's angle it must not look like anyone's there. Sportacus somehow managed to get themself A- lost, and B- wedged into the pipe. There's an unpleasant screech of something grinding against metal before they tumble unceremoniously into a heap on the floor of Robbie's lair. "...Ow. Where am I."
@stimacus
He had been trying to sleep - trying being the keyword here - and was woken up rudely by something tumbling down the pipe. His eyes snapping open, ad he hopped out of the chair as though he’d been bitten.
“WHO’S THERE?” He yelled, spinning in a circle before staring at the heap on his floor.
“Who… are you..?”
stimacus:
Trying to rub tears out of their eyes, they tilt their head softly and close their eyes at the sound of fluent Icelandic. It was rare when they got to hear it from Bergi. But this was not Bergi, they had to remind themself. They had to stop focusing on him. He was dead.
“You seem…comfortable like this. Talk more like this. It suits you better.”
Sportacus lets out a soft sort of trilling wheeze as anxiety rolls back up their spine again. They were trying to go through with this, do something reasonable. But it wasn’t working, it wasnt sustainable. Sportacus wasn’t in a place that they could manage anything this complex without a full breakdown, and it was readily apparent.
“So. hem. hm. I. Robbie. Mér þykir það leitt. I can’t. Sorry, sorry. I am. Clearly not in the best to do thissss right now. I. I promise I will do this for you. Það er bara ehh- ekki… I just. Mmm. You can tell I am. A mess. I could be in jail in America tomorrow for all I know. They. They used my deadname. No one in Iceland knows my deadname but they found out what it was somehow and I am…probably being pursued…”
Abruptly falling silent, they scrunch their eyebrows in an expression of loss and hurt and confusion. “I shouldn’t bother you with this. I shouldn’t tell you this. I am going to go now until I am better. I’ll come back and help if i can. I am no use to you like this.”
Sportacus simply scribbles a number on a notepad, places it in Robbie’s hands, and hoists themself up the pipe.
Robbie felt a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach. He ... definitely could relate to that - trying to erase his birthname to cover himself rang only too familiar with him, and he immediately felt bad when Sportacus displayed obvious signs of distress. Robbie knew what it was like to try and run - he happened to be very good at disappearing for good, coincidentally, but others may not be as lucky.
“Wait.” He slipped back into English, more familar with the language despite speaking it less, technically, and attempts to follow Sportacus. He wouldn’t force them to do anything if it made them uncomfortable, not after what had happened. Again, he may have been the bad guy, technically and by name, but he was hardly a cruel person.
Well, not anymore.
“Don’t go-”
If Sportacus tried to run away, Robbie wouldn’t be able to keep up; not for lack of trying, but just missing stamina. So if they wanted to escape, they had every chance to.
clockworkrotten:
❝HA! That, too! What would we call it? …THE DAY OF RECKONING.
I’d rather do that than make nice with the same “friends” who won’t play with me.❞
“... maybe there’s a reason for that.”
Rottenella hadn’t been nice when she was first made, and being allowed to ... exist ... didn’t seem to help make her any more palatable, really.
“I do like the idea! Especially for a certain flippidity - ANYWAY. We should try and get ready. For the day. Yes.”
@clockworkrotten
“Well, I was more going for .. .sending a certain someone chocolates and hoping he passes out but...
Pouring water on people does sound nicer than whatever they have planned.”