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boops your nose bc you're an LT veteran and icb you're still here.

{-SCREAMS IN ICELANDIC-

Yes, yes, yes, I never left!!! Let's write!!!}

#{OOC}#{To Be Deleted}

capravulpes

“Fear me!”

clockworkrotten

clockworkrotten:

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{♥} – Mechanical eyelids blinked themselves closed, then opened again to stare, unimpressed, in the older female's direction. Her words bit pointedly at the cool autumnal air, ❝Don't be silly. We should be working together to scare people into giving us more candy so we can beat the others! Don't you know anything about scaring? You need to be tactical if you want to get it right, you know!❞

#{Verse: Default LazyTown}#{Interaction: capravulpes}

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vienrose

-open starter from Chija, for f/m

'Maybe I was just hoping for a little bit of attention.'

clockworkrotten

clockworkrotten:

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{♥} – Rottenella turned her head to view Chija with a visage devoid of all expression aside from the faintest quizzical arch of one artificial brow. ❝From a boy?❞ She dismissed this unprofitable notion with a flick of her sleek black pigtails as she returned her attention back to her small compact mirror, and sneered. ❝That’s stupid.❞

#{Verse: Default LazyTown}#{Interaction: vienrose}

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VOICE CLAIM CHANGE

Orianna from League of Legends >>> Ágústa Eva Erlendsdóttir (as Rapunzel) {x}

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draggeddowntothedark:

Em turned their head around to try to keep up with the tiny ballerina. Such a strange girl. And well… not very nice. But she was just a child, Em reasoned. Children couldn’t really be evil, they just listened to their parents, right? “I haven’t heard of Robbie Rotten, no,” Em admitted, shaking their head when it occurred to them.

“Wait, you were made!?” Em’s eyes went huge before they tugged down their scarf, revealing the stitches attaching their head to their body. “Me too! I’m a construct made of flesh though, are you porcelain? Clay? Robotics? I mean, whatever you were made of, that means we’re the same!” This was so exciting! Em had never met another construct before.

clockworkrotten:

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{♥} – The ballerina’s supercilious smirk transposed with a bright white grin that spread from ear to ear, mechanised laughter echoing from inside her voice box. Even her teeth were picture-perfect, not a cuspid out of line. ❝Oh, PLEASE! That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard! You & I are NOT the same.❞ Rottenella gently pushed them out of her way with the tips of her dainty fingers, bending in the middle to pick up her satchel from where it was resting against the wall, layers upon layers of ruffles & frills modestly overlapping her safety shorts. ❝I’M rotten to the core and YOU’RE a hero sympathiser. I’ll bet you like eating KALE too!❞ She retched dramatically.

The little Rotten girl, although undeniably rotten, did not look down on Em for their stitches, instead her gaze skimmed briefly across their neckline. ❝Of COURSE I was made! Do you think I wear this giant key as a FASHION STATEMENT?❞ The eleven-year-old scoffed, pouting self-consciously, displaying the first amount of diffidence she’d shown throughout their entire conversation. Hesitantly, the child opened up her satchel to retrieve a small purple hair comb which she then used to part her synthetic locks, revealing a permanent branding. A production mark. ‘RR’.

❝Actually, I’m made of many parts. My skin is made of silicone and my eyes are made of glass. My internal mechanisms are mostly clockwork, with some electronics wired in to improve my functionality. You’re LUCKY to be made of flesh. I could’ve ALMOST believed you were human...❞ Rottenella peered over her own shoulder to glance dejectedly at the conspicuous clockwork key, tick-tick-ticking away behind her.

#{Verse: Default LazyTown}#{Interaction: draggeddowntothedark}#{OOC: THEY'RE SO FUNNY TOGETHER}

pinkfairiesteaparty

#food

draggeddowntothedark:

“Of course not!” Em chuckled and shook their head. “It feels good to do nice things for other people. It feels good when people do nice things for me after all. I don’t have any superpowers to do good with though. Are you a villain?” Whoever this small child was, she seemed quite… grumpy.

clockworkrotten:

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{♥} – ❝Superpowers are overrated. If you’re SMART, you can get anyway with anything you want. It’s so EASY once you know what you’re doing, it’s almost FUNNY! And it feels OH-SO very GOOD to be BAD! You just have to be strategic.❞ The clockwork ballerina tippy-toed delicately around the older stranger in perfect pointe work, arms arched high over her head, framing the mechanical artistry of her fae-charmed body with impressive form. She eased into a gentle stop in front of them, raising her lashes blinking upwards to solidly meet their gaze. ❝Am I a villain?❞ the child scoffed, pressing a dainty hand to her chest in disbelief, ❝Why, I’m THE villain! At least, I WILL be once I succeed my maker...haven’t you ever heard of his eminence, ROBBIE ROTTEN himself? If not, then BY GUM, you SHOULD! After all, he IS number one around here! I’m his DAUGHTER, don’t you know...!❞ Rottenella shamelessly bragged with an entitled smirk on her made-up little face -- superiority complex absolutely thriving as she dauntlessly maintained her eye-contact with Em. What a brat!

#{Verse: Default LazyTown}#{Interaction: draggeddowntothedark}#{OOC: HEHEHE!! Hi!! I'm glad -- and thank you so much!!}

draggeddowntothedark

“… I wonder what it would be like to be a superhero…”

clockworkrotten

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{♥} – Rottenella sneered in revulsion at the very thought, casting her judgement in his direction through her grey, glass doll eyes. ❝Why would ANYONE want to be a thing like that? Being a villain is SO much more fulfilling...! Don’t you ever get sick of being NICE?❞

#{Verse: Default LazyTown}#{Interaction: draggeddowntothedark}

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#{Musings}

teleportingprogrammer-hiatus

{Meme} {♥} – ❝Let me out, RIGHT NOW!❞

"Believe me kid, it's better to be locked up in a nice, air conditioned security office than some other places. You'll be let out once someone comes to pick you up." Kalis hadn't expected to be called down to the security office over the simple matter of a kid trespassing into his building. Curse Fumetsu on cutting down on his security staff so much during non-business hours. "You do have someone you can contact for that, right?"

clockworkrotten

clockworkrotten:

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{♥} – Narrowed silver eyes, delicately outlined with girlish flicks of designer mascara, glared with adorable fury into Kalis’ own green ones before she turned to indignantly rattle the handle on the office door in a last bid to yank it open. ❝UGH!❞ Rottenella’s voice box growled irately from her throat as she turned on her heels and marched up towards the patronising adult with her hands placed firmly at her hips, a decidedly miffed expression turning her cheeks even redder than the cream rouge she already wore upon them. That wasn’t good; that usually indicated that her system was starting to overheat. ❝I said…❞ The ballerina insisted, lifting her agile foot up off the ground and stamping it hard on top of Kalis’ own, ❝Let me OUT! I’m NOT telling you who my appropriate adult is until you OPEN. THIS. DOOOOOR!!❞

She began to relentlessly bang her little fists against the windows - also locked; she’d checked. ❝HEEEELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!! I’M A VULNERABLE CHILD BEING HELD AGAINST MY WILL!❞ Vulnerable? Hah! Yeah, right. She knew exactly what she was doing, that much was plain to discern. She spun back around, her pigtails whipping her cheeks with the force of the movement, to point an accusatory finger towards Kelis from across the room, ❝YOU’RE going to get in a lot of trouble once I get out of here! I’ll tell everybody you imprisoned me! It’ll look just like you’re one of those nasty child-nappers, just like in ‘The Little Red Riding Hood’ where the big, bad wolf tried to eat that pretty little girl! Unless…❞

And then, as if by the flick of a switch, her comportment suddenly mellowed into that of any other ordinary little girl; some sugar, some spice, and absolutely all things nice. Her delicate little fingers reached up to twirl in her sleek bunched hair, the red-lipped smile developing on her face as fake and as sickly sweet as could be. ❝That is...unless, you decide to let me go…in which case, I should see no need to ever speak of it again…! I could just walk right out of here and make my way home; I know the way very well. No legal repercussions for you, and no punishment at home for me.❞ The scheming little girl clasped her hands together behind her back and rocked back n’ forth on her heels, her smile having taken on a distinct air of smugness to it. ❝Besides, surely you wouldn’t want to spend the rest of the evening here in this horrible office all night long with little old me when you could be at home, sipping hot cocoa in bed…?❞ Rottenella straightened her back in an effort to appear taller, even if by just a touch. Kelis was still at an advantage at several feet above her.

❝Did I mention that I only slipped in here to see if I could find some spare parts for my control system?❞ Gradually, her simulated innocence transposed with an observable quality of genuine sadness and adolescent vulnerability. ❝…My motion sensors are faulty, and my adult hasn’t bothered to replace them yet because he’s been too busy ‘working’…❞ That definitely meant sleeping on the job and neglecting her requests for paternal acknowledgement. ❝I have a recital tomorrow and I can’t take my position as prima ballerina if I don’t get them fixed by tomorrow morning…I…I can’t dance without them…❞ The lids of the same silver eyes that had earlier emanated nothing but pure wrath mechanically snapped towards the ground to downcast her gaze so that her rapidly welling eyes would be less visible to Kelis, though she was afraid he might’ve already noticed. Oh, no, no, no, no, don’t cry!! That would only make her look weak, and if there was one thing Rottenella despised, it was looking weak! She was a Rotten, after all - and Rottens did not weep! At least, that was what her Uncle Glanni had told her…

❝I practised… really hard…❞ She sniffled as subtly as her robotics would allow, hoping to conceal the coalescence of oil and water congestion in the passages of her e-nose from having gotten so upset, ❝I practised until my slippers wore out…❞

#{Verse: Default LazyTown}#{Interaction: teleportingprogrammer}#{OOC: Hello!! Aaa - just wanted to say that there is absolutely no pressure to match the length!!}

sadgalelissa

when you want to be heartless but you know that’s not how you are

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the27percent:

Atieno had to restrain from rolling their eyes at her false incredulity. After all, this was but a child and what childish measures this one got up to - really shouldn’t be of their concern. Not really. It was just the point of it all - a useless point when they really thought about it more.

“Sure. Okay.“ They didn’t even want to waste any further energy in trying to disproving these childish lies. Pushed out of the side, they couldn’t help but give a huff of annoyance. Whoever had raised this child had clearly done so… to set up her behavior well in advance. Unfortunate.

“I mean.. I will leave you alone. Because it’s not really my problem what you claim to do and how accurate it is.“ They were just annoyed, more or less.

If they had restrained from rolling their eyes at her dramatics before - they couldn’t help but do so now. An eerie sight considering that they didn’t actually have any sclera - so it was just a small dot of ‘light’ rotating in their impossibly dark gaze.

“Believe me, I am not interested in following through this accusation.“ It’s too pathetic, too piecemeal to be worth the over-dramatics that they had no patience for.

“You’re better off saving that energy for someone else. “ Although they were conceding, it’s not without a purposeful wariness towards the girl. Truly manipulative in a most grating way.

clockworkrotten:

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{♥} – Spectacularly puerile as her theatrics may have been, there was something underlyingly objectionable about a girl of her age spinning such fantastical lies in such a calculated manner in the blasé way which she managed. Peculiar...

In spite of her objective being of little significance in the grand scheme of things, to Rottenella, it was of much greater consequence. After all, what eleven-year-old doesn’t want anything more than to avoid getting in trouble with their responsible adults?

Rottenella didn’t feel she could stomach another one of Sportacus’ disappointed looks. Or even worse, one of Robbie’s for having been caught!

❝Of course you will,❞ The tutu-clad ballerina appeared unfazed by Atieno’s unusual absence of whites in their eyes, given that hers were entirely made of glass, ❝because you know how pathetic it sounds when you hear it aloud! And I will save my energy - for someone who actually deserves it!❞ She waved them dismissively away with a deft gesture of her dainty fingers, ❝It doesn’t matter what you think anyway...!❞

...But it did. If they did, after all, decide to report her for thievery, it could bring Rottenella’s little world of lies come crashing down atop of her! She would just have to trust that she had effectively negotiated the outsider into relinquishing as they so claimed they would do.

#{Verse: Default LazyTown}#{Interection: the27percent}

the27percent

@clockworkrotten

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This was behavior that Atieno had seen before in a number of different places, done by a number of different people. So they’re… not terribly surprised to see her in denial, and doubling down on that she hadn’t done anything.

“Listen, this isn’t really something I’m too troubled about personally. But I can see the marks, and that pushing of the pen hasn’t gone unnoticed. So I figured I should at least ask what had went on here. If it’s silly for me to accuse you of something, it’s quite silly to act like you didn’t do anything at all when your behavior really tends to say otherwise. “

clockworkrotten

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{♥} – ❝What marks?❞ Rottenella maintained her feigned inculpability, but there was an underlying hint of shock in the way she reacted as she began tugging at the satin fabric of her dance ensemble, glancing downwards to sneer in repulsion at the purple marks that she hadn’t realised were there. Ick! ❝Those? Why, those are just stains I got at recess; I had a peanut butter & grape jelly sandwich for lunch today!❞ The ballerina flicked her black bunches of hair dogmatically in Atieno’s direction as she tippy-toed delicately past them to gather her drawings, perfectly outlined in suspiciously sparkly ink.

❝Besides, my Daddy bought me that pen for doing so well at my dance recital last week! I just knocked it with my foot while I was dancing, that’s all you saw!❞ She used the palm of her hand to dauntlessly push Atieno aside and out of her way, filing her completed artwork in her binder personalised with purple marabou feathers around the edges. ❝If you are as untroubled by me as you say you are, then perhaps you’d leave me alone. It is rather rude for strangers to go around town accusing little children of being guilty of things, you know! After all, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to get into any trouble with the Mayor of LazyTown for making one of his eleven-year-old schoolgirls cry...!❞ She sniffled forebodingly, her glass eyes brimming with crocodile tears on instantaneous command and staring challengingly back into Atieno’s gaze, ❝...Would you?❞

#{Verse: Default LazyTown}#{Interaction: the27percent}

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-Ritika Jyala, A conversation with my dad after a dance competition or it could be God

#{Musings}#{Master Of Disguise; Daddy Rotten}

@the27percent sent a sentence starter: ❛ why do you look so guilty ? ❜

clockworkrotten:

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{♥} – ❝Guilty? Who, me?❞ Rottenella turned her head to stare off with insouciance in the opposite direction, using her ballet slipper to nimbly push beneath the table the purple pen from the brand new set of glitter markers she’d pinched from Trixie Troubleby’s rucksack earlier that day at school, playing it off as her ease into a perfect fouetté. But there were marker stains on her dress. Thank heavens it was washable ink! ❝I simply don’t know what you’re referring to! You sound very silly accusing me of something I haven’t done.❞

#{Verse: Default LazyTown}#{Interaction: the27percent}

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