#eplabita

[vrrotten-moved]

          ERRATIC       GUSTS         OF          WIND     CRAWLED         THROUGH          THE          CRACKS          &          NOOKS     ,        bounced           off           the           iron             walls       &          created          a               low             doleful          howl.           robbie       ,            definitely              not          afraid        of         ghosts             or           such            ,           was          shuddering            with            the            blanket           drawn            all            the             way            up            to           his            nose.                 he’d          been           awoken            by             the                   eerie          sounds          &            had         not         been        able        to           fall            asleep           again .                   it’s         not             ghosts        ,           he          told           himself.             just        the            storm              outside          ,            nothing            to        be           afraid         of                   ;               down          here            ,            he's          safe      !              safe             from              every           harsh            weather                ,           safe         from          the         people          he          ABHORRED                ━━━━               𝐛𝐮𝐭       𝐡𝐨𝐰        𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞         𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝          𝐡𝐞           𝐛𝐞          𝐢𝐟           𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞            𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞         𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬       𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧          𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞       ?                          he            shrank         further        into         his        chair .                         ‘      i      can’t        believe       i’d       ever      think      this     ’             ,                 went        through        his        mind .                     ‘     but        i          really          wish            i            wasn’t           all          alone        down      here   . . .   ’                     

         the      villain          practically          fell         out         of           his         armchair            when           he              heard          another        ,           much          louder           tone           coming           from          above            ━━━━               ;             KNOCKING     ???                       ❛        wha   -   wha   -      w h a t     ?!      ❜                     for         a         moment    ,         robbie       was        frozen     ;            still         like          a           deer           in            the             headlights         ,        wondering         if            his             ears           had           deceived        him.            MORE     KNOCKING .           robbie           frantically         grasped        the       periscope .

                              ❛          WHO’S    THERE    ?   !       ❜  

                                ━━━━ ✦ .°  !!         @eplabita

[bloodybonesnbruises]

     It’s a small smirk, or perhaps its growing into a larger one. There’s a renewing feeling about seeing an old familiar place again. Latibæ, or is it called LazyTown now? Either way, it’s wonderful to be back. Perhaps, after all this time the memories of his endeavors have faded away, leaving a clean slate to work with.       With a prideful stride, the pink clad man heads in the direction of the town square,  using the fading light of the early evening as a way to get his bearings around the twon before anyone catches him stalking around.        Well, at least trying to do it unseen. it is rather difficult to not stick out when he’s wearing a lot of pink. The woes of being so fashionable as a criminal mastermind.        Maybe he should have gone with just the catsuit. Oh well.

     @eplabita​  [ starter ]

[tiimescout]

@eplabita sportacus is arnold’s real dad and u can fight me on this

father’s day. definitely not a day arnold liked very much. it wasn’t that he hated his father, he didn’t have a hateful bone in his body! now that he actually thought about it, did his father really deserve to be celebrated? ever since he was younger, his father seemed incredibly disinterested in anything that had to do with arnold. his mother was the only one to go to his first play. ( every single show! ) it was not the time to be thinking of this, however.

with the time he’d spent in iceland, his mindset had begun to change. of course, the change didn’t have too much to do with his father -- he still remained negligent and uncaring, openly talking about other kids his age and how much better children they were. no, this was strictly because of the man that had taken him under his wing. sportacus was more supportive than he’s ever seen his father be. the first person to really believe that his disability didn’t define what he could or couldn’t do with his life. ( this had surprised him )

if he could have chosen anyone to be his father, it would have been him. that was why he had spent the better half of two days working on a secret project, making sure sportacus had no idea what was going on. he wasn’t all that adept with tools, so he kept it simple. ( stephanie and ziggy helped him a little with the card ) even though his father often told him he didn’t have a talent for art, he put some of his art on the inside of the card. maybe sportacus would appreciate it more? along with the card, was a box, with a brooch of a golden apple. he had seen it in one of the markets, and couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

❝ i-i know you’re not technically a father, o-or my father, or y’know, uh - a dad, but i think that you are one. i m-mean like spiritually and stuff! ❞ for a split second, he was ready to be yelled at, or told that what he had made was childish. of course, that almost immediately went away when he realized that sportacus wasn’t like that. ❝ s-stephanie, ziggy and i worked on the card! we uh - wanted to make it really nice. and uhh - i got you this. ❞ holding the box and the card forward, he couldn’t help but think that maybe father’s day wasn’t so bad.

[putastakeinit]

@eplabita because I miss u.

Frustration clouded her features despite her futile attempts to compose herself. “No, it doesn’t work that way! None of this works that way.”

[comingupexxplodey]

@eplabita liked for a wererat

“ Full moon, mate, ya betta fuckin’ book it!          Oi ain’t playin’ GAMES elf-man, get th’fuck away from me! ”

[mcmjokes-blog]

@eplabita

Richie pushed up his wide framed glasses as he studied the man; he was stocky and muscular dressed in a tight blue lycra suit with racing stripes on the side. He looked like something of a shitty comic book. “Jesus dick hoppin’ Christ! Olivier Newton John would just love you, man.”

[punypiratepopinjays]

@eplabita liked for a starter

“Hey- hey, mister! Over here!”

Jake ran over to the blue-clad man, panting slightly. 

“Hey- could you give me some directions? I think I’m lost...”

[waythenewsgoes-blog]

[[ @eplabita ]]

   " Elves aren't fucking real, y-- you're all just an extreme case of hereditary defects that boil down to both a physical and chemical level, you weren't built to- to fucking survive and the only-urpgh-reason you're alive, is because over generations the defects toned it the fuck down.      The oldest of your biologically retarded subhumans died due to their bodies rejecting any kind of-urrp-sugar.       D-- do a fuckin’- a damn- give yourself a history lesson you pointed eared moron."

" You're literally a- a fucking DEFECT DISEASE group of subhumans with fucked up genetics."