#vrrotten

❝ mr. rotten, you’re supposed to feel things when you get hugs! they’re nice and warm and wonderful! ❞ sure, he hadn’t been hugged in a while, but he definitely remembered what they felt like. ❝ if they hurt your ribcage, whoever’s hugging you is hugging too hard! ❞

              she      wasn’t       sure       how      she      ended      up       here     in     the     lair    of     this     villain  ,         but     it      was       probably       a        part       of       another        one       of         Olaf’s        schemes  ,    or     this     new      guy         was       also       after      their        fortune.        whatever      the     reason     MAY      BE  ,       Sunny      wasn’t     one      to     sit       around      and      do       nothing.        though       the       lair      seemed     just    like     a      large        PLAYTHING  . . .        what     had      her        interest      was       a        particular          bowl      of        french        fries         with        her         name        written        on        it——       figuratively.

        as      this       ‘ Robbie    Rotten’        had     his      back      turned  ,     she      made       her      way      to     that         particular       bowl        and        dug      her       hand       inside      it  ,       taking      a      handful      into    her        grasp       and      stuffing     the       fries       in       her       mouth  !          they      were     GOOD !      did     he     make      these  ?       they       could       use       some       more      time      in      the      veggie      oil  ,    or      some       more        salt       for       extra       taste  ,      but      it      was      good      nonetheless.      but      the      moment         she         had       indulged       in      the       treat   .   .  .       there      was      the      unmistakable     sound      of      shoes        turning——     and      a       GASP      of        disbelieve.      her      eyes     met    his  ,    a    fairly     innocent      gaze     to    contradict       being      caught        RED       HANDED !

— @vrrotten  //  *: ･ﾟ✧   James Marriott RP Starters (P1).

“ HA … sounds like an assumption that  the non-medically trained personel would be tempted to make. Rest assured, I am a medical professional. And you’ll find comfort in my diagnosis, Herr Rotten ”  — the ‘R’ spoken, distinctly guttural and foreign, from the back of his throat, a widened grin more than audible in the words —  “ that Demoman is not vomiting blood, it’s simply last night’s dinner … ”

“ — Oh. Oh, that is blood, isn’t it. ”  And quite a lot of it, by the looks of things. If Medic weren’t sure, he would say that Demo has thrown up half the blood in all his body onto the floor of the common room. Goodness, how HAVE they gotten to this state? 

“ Well, we’ll simply … leave him here. For now. I’m sure he’ll be all right, and if he isn’t — he’ll find his way to the medical bay eventually. This is quite commonplace for Fortress, you see. Plenty of men vomiting blood all over the place on a regular basis. And lasagna. ”

    “Bróðir!~” Glanni sing-songingly calls out into the area, “Where’s my favorite brother hiding?” He glances towards the chair situated to the side, humming as he approaches it.     “Still got this thing?” Glanni mumbles under his breath, poking at the orange fabric.

it's  burned  on  one  side,  rather  mushy  on the other . albeit fruity & sweet , the smell of smoke is rather overpowering - & he had put so much effort into his first ever fruit cake. it seems not even robbie’s beloved cake machine could handle this much of a culture shock . but lucky for him, it was not his only gift. he rearranged the large orange bow on top of the purple gift box again & again, nervously tucking on one end, then the other - hand tailored, the navy blue fabric inside was smooth & outrageously soft   -   just the right fabric for a pajama!  & to think sportacus still sleeps in his uniform   ━━━━   scandalous !   not even at bed time did the hero ever truly rest, get comfortable & cuddly . much to robbies dismay during sleepovers. anxiously bouncing one leg, robbie placed his two gifts on the bench next to him, far away from the others, far away from any parties & social interactions, afraid his gift would be ridiculed by the others.

Sportacus was with the others, laughing from the enjoyment he was experiencing. He looked up from the kids and noticed Robbie at the side lines.

He excused himself and jogged up to him. “Robbie!” He waved excitedly.

Sportacus planted himself up against his SO’s shoulder, nudging him a little before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. His feet and hands did a little tap dance. Robbie making it to the party was probably the best part of his birthday so far.

“I’m so glad you made it! Are those for me?”

He peered around Robbie and noticed the cake and present. He reached across to grab a chunk of pineapple off the cake and ate it.

Robbie Rotten as it were, a man with similar desire to be left in peace opposed to enduring the constant harassment of obnoxious, childish and irritating neighbours. ❛ I didn’t think I’d ever find someone I could actually relate to but here you are. ❜ For once he welcomes somebody for congenial company. ❛ Perhaps two stylish introverts like ourselves can bask in our own gratification and enjoy the entertainment of the outdoor cinema? ❜ There was one just a few blocks away from here. Squidward had been itching to see the latest Romcom and Robbie had been the first person on his list to invite.

❛ What do you say Robert? Or would you rather spend the day waiting for Sportabrains to disturb the peace again?. ❜

       to make monsters out of girls  //  @vrrotten

         there   were   a      plentiful    people     in   Olaf’s  life  who   have   left   him.    be   it    on   purpose    or   from    a   very     UNFORTUNATE    EVENT .    through   so  many     betrayals  ,   heartbreaks  ,    and   losses————  over   time    he’s    LEARNED   how   to   deal  with   such   things.     not   much  made   him   UPSET . .    in   the  sense  of    SADNESS.     there   were  a   plentiful  of    ways   Olaf’s  learned  to   deal   with   these unnecessary    FEELINGS.    none      were      good  .      possibly   by     HITTING     something——    OR     SOMEONE .    

               at   this   moment … .     he   felt   like    HITTING   Robbie.   such   unsettling   words— they    CRAWL   on   his  skin.    this   seemed  as  if   a      REMINDER    to   a   once    DREADFUL    day    he    lost   the  people   that    worked    under    him ,     his     THEATRE     TROUPE.    but    Robbie   was   nothing  like   his   lousy  troupe.    he   actually  had    FAITH    in    the   man ,   he   understood   him.   there   was   barely   a    single   person    he   could   name   that    he   liked———    TRUSTED     in   such   a    way.      maybe     once    before . .    but    not    like    this.

      at this point  ;     what Robbie had said has become an    OVERUSED      LINE   .