oh my god do I try

More AU Lazytown with Alex (Sportacus) Robbie and various others. :3

Lady on the side is Stephanie's mother Janet, sister of Milford Meanswell. She's currently checked into rehab while Stephanie stays with Milford for the time being g.

Young Sportacus and his Grandfather

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Family tree of Sportacus’s family (just my headcanons and no parents aren’t dead just absent)

Commission with color $25 for 2 characters, for one character it is $15.

$10 sketch commissions!!!!!

What can u say he’s observant

♫ Gia Margaret - Hinoki Wood ♫

Just an elf enjoying nature 🍄🌿☀️🌳🌲✨

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Silly outfit doodles

Inspo pics!! Originally I just drew Robbie and was like he needs a buddy

Some fem!sportarobbie this time ^^

Or in this case it would be… Sportaronnie?

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♫ Woodkid - Land Of All ♫ .

It was a sort of happiness Robbie couldn't say he'd ever seen on Sportacus's face. No moment of them knowing each other had ever been close to it.

The elf beamed with an open smile that conveyed raw, unadulterated joy. His laughter rang in the fae’s ears, spilling out the primal cheer that bubbled in Sportacus's chest. The call of nature was stronger than ever before, now outside of Lazytown, and far along the trailing forest path.

Out here, there were only evergreens outlining the horizon, opening the very center to wild and undisturbed meadows. The fields stretched as far as the eye could see, leading to knolls, trees, and rolling hills that glazed into the mountains with a mirage-like haze.

Every patch of grass glimmered in a tapestry of near perfect ochre, contrasting the flowers and mushrooms that sprouted around their current stretch of land.

Sportacus frolicked about as his laughter only intensified, twirling in circles as locks of dirty blonde hair flowed gracefully with each movement. The fae almost wondered if his dancing was the cause of the distant flock of birds now flying far above them.

Though bombarded with the elf's annoyingly energetic antics, Robbie couldn't help the grin on his face. His companion’s radiance was nothing short of contagious, feeling himself thankful for the familiarity of the outdoors.

The setting sun caught on his ombré wings; the deep crevices shimmering an iridescence of pinks and vivid gold as they fluttered gently. Like solder lining stained glass, each vein and intricate detail was highlighted in full effect. It wasn't often he had a chance to free his wings and soak up every ray of sunlight.

At that moment, he decided to take it all in, and just experience.

To feel the warmth, and the breezes of mother nature kissing his cheeks, or the heavy footfalls beneath his soles of fervent leaping.

He continued to carry the picnic basket around his arm, and the folded Gingham blanket at his side, breathing out in content.

Today was a good day. ..