“Right… why would I expect an answer?” starter prompt, sent by @herosparade

Sarcasm. Hilarious. Look at him - he's smiling so wide right now. "If you're done here, you can go. Unless you have more pointless questions you absolutely need to ask." If not obvious, his voice was laced with sarcasm. Maybe Venomous started it by not giving Sonic a straight answer in the first place, but... never mind that bit.

@herosparade sent ; "Trust me, I've got the navigation skills."

Nicholas glances sideways only long enough to swipe an arm over and knock Sonic's feet off the dashboard he's got them kicked up onto.

"I don't care. Any cop glances into this window," he tilts his head towards the passenger side, "you know what they're gonna see? A spiky little blue head that's way too fu- way too short to be old enough to be sitting in the passenger seat. And then I'm gonna get pulled over, and ticketed, and you're gonna get - god, I don't know, kidnapped to a government lab, or something, and I refuse to believe you've got any practice using google maps. Now for the last time, climb in the backseat."

@herosparade: ❛  stop being so stubborn, i'm trying to help you.  ❜

          ╳ ┊ u l t i m a t e  »  A low growl. "I would prefer.. if you didn't." Even so, he's got his arm around Sonic, because he could barely stand on his own. "You could have given chase to the enemy and yet.." Shadow would always get back up. That's just what being the Ultimate lifeform meant.. so he despised people who stayed back to make sure he's okay. "Hmph." Then again he knows ( somewhere deep inside ) why they felt the need to do this. Friends. It was always friends.. But the black and red hedgehog didn't deserve those. 

          "Just get me on that rock." Ugh, he needed to sit down for a moment.

@herosparade ♥'d for the coffee shop au

          It's late at night, well after most customers have gone home, and only about five minutes before the doors to the café officially close. With so little activity, Shadow would normally lock up now—in fact, he'd already turned up all the chairs from their tables and switched off all except the security lights—but away the coffee machines still burbled. One particular blue customer had swung in last minute and, well, who was Shadow to deny him a cup of coffee?

          ...Although he almost wishes that he had. Watching Sonic try to muscle through a mug of organic decaf was a strange and unusual form of torture that Shadow hadn't been prepared to endure.

          "You know, hedgehog," he began, "if you don't like coffee, we have teas, hot chocolate, and pastries."

@aethergate​ @herosparade​ asked: /  Delightfully Domestic Starters  (Not Accepting)

“Leftovers, or more take out?” / for tails , for my sonic sideblog @herosparade if thats cool ^^!!

“Hmm, well leftovers are the more logical and practical choice.” He said tapping his chin in deep thought.

“However..if we go to that new local joint that just opened up, I am totally down for more takeout!”

@herosparade sent ; your eye bags have eye bags. / foooooor ghost sonic :]

It's not the fact that there's another voice in the lab that makes McCoy gasp, startling so violently that he nearly fumbles all the equipment for the acidity test he was just setting up. Christine and Spock are both likely candidates to poke their noses into whatever it is he's doing, and both know his override code - no, that wouldn't have been much of a surprise at all. It's the fact that the voice piped up from right over his shoulder when he'd been facing the door the whole damn time; and, moreover, the fact that said voice is attached to an immaterial projection of some sort that looks to be coming straight from the damn rock he's supposed to be studying right about now.

God forbid they have one normal geological survey.

It's a new low, in any case, being told you look tired by some sort of fucking energy being, as if McCoy doesn't already hear it enough from everyone else - and assuming he wasn't just hallucinating that part. Pressed back against the wall nearest to the comm panel with wide eyes, one hand slowly feels along the countertop for his scanner. "I'm sorry?"

“That’s a whole lot of ugly.” / @herosparade ! fuck you im sending it to nod

from ' EPIC ( 2013 ) SENTENCE STARTERS , still accepting ! !

the brunette SHRUGGED , amused by the off hand comment from the hedgehog , “ yeah , i GUESS so . that’s sort of what boggans do . fill everything with their weird , gross , smelly , squishy rot . “ a SHUDDER , standing up from the small patch of DECOMPOSITION before the two .

“ they’re such a pain in the ass . “ he SIGHED , hands planting themselves onto the soldiers hips . “ then again , i’m sure chasing a bald guy around isn’t anymore fun . “

❝ you know what your problem is? you have no idea how to relax. ❞ from @herosparade Cyber Ghost Style to GLaDOS

" Oh good. The moron is still a virus hotspot apparently. " Well, her sarcasm module is still very functional. Why Chell didn't remove that from her programming remains unknown. GLaDOS stood over the hibernating core and eyed the intruder, tempted to just kick Wheatley till he woke up. Though, she really didn't feel like dealing with Chell ignoring her as punishment.

" You are... not registering in my databanks. What type of pesky malware did he get himself into? Remove yourself from my idiot core before I remove you myself. "

@herosparade said: ❝ oh, i’m going to enjoy making my first impression with you. how am i doing so far? ❝ From Young King Sonic to Young Queen Snow.

Diplomatic meetings. Snow had really only done a few in her short time with the crown so far, though usually, it was her travelling to other kingdoms! This was the first time another kingdom had come to her, and the queen was not entirely comfortable in this situation, or this throne. This damned peacock throne that she only ever saw before she got yelled at... Now it was hers, yet it made her sick just looking at it. ' you're not alone in here Snow White. '

Snow was pulled back to the present as the visiting royal's voice echoed through the rather empty throne room. It was dark and rather unwelcoming, no matter how much light she tried to bring into the room, everything seemed to be absorbed by the deep red curtains. " Hm? Oh! Oh dear, I- I'm sorry, you're just fine! Doing!!! Doing just fine! "

The royal buried her face in her hands and took a deep breath before straightening herself out and regaining her poised and regal stature. There, the picture of elegance, how she's supposed to be. " Ahem. My apologies for my, unsightly display your majesty. I am afraid I am not used to being on the receiving end of such a visit. It is an honour to have you in my kingdom. "

Snow scanned the king before her with an almost pleading expression for him to do something equally as informal. He looked just as young as she did, which brought some level of comfort at least.

@herosparade sent ; "I'd say I can explain, but, uh - I don't think I'm the only one who needs to explain something here."

Nicholas simply stares back at him for a while. Honestly, if he stops to really think about it, he's not as surprised as he perhaps should be. Sonic is so fucking weird already. Maybe it's completely reasonable that he turns into an even-more-fucked-up thing every now and then, though, yeah, he would've appreciated a heads-up before he started crashing in his house if that's the case. Nicholas is under the personal belief that he has nothing to explain on his end of things. Whatever he does in his house is his own business. Even if in this case his business involves hanging around as an oversized dog for a night or two.

He nudges the fridge door closed with a hind leg. And drops the beer bottle from his mouth. It does not break and instead rolls away under a cabinet. For fuck's sake.

"I'm thirsty." Like that's all he really needs to know. "Mind your business. Christ."

@herosparade: “ you don’t need a reason to save people. ”

          ╳ ┊ u l t i m a t e  »  Hmph. Not like he would give them a reason even if they asked. At first Shadow only gives a huff and keeps walking— he had already distanced himself from the people he had saved from a Badnik attack just moments ago. Then he stops and looks at the blue hedgehog. "Whatever." He really doesn't care if they're thankful or not ( and they can praise Sonic instead, if they'd like. ) The only thing he wants now.. is some peace and quiet. "I don't want them to think I'm their hero."

welcome to HEROSPARADE ; a character study in HEROISM , BELIEF IN FREEDOM FOR ALL , and the ITS COST . ft. SONIC THE HEDGEHOG . selective , canon composite , and personal portrayal . written by LEGGO , sideblog to @aethergate .

'where's your empathy?' / from @herosparade !

[ 🩷 ] >>> ❝ 'EMPATHY' IS NOT A NECESSARY RESOURCE FOR THE ACHIEVEMENTS I MUST ACCOMPLISH.

NOW, SURRENDER OR BE DESTROYED, INTRUDER. ❞

NOTE for @herosparade :>

Sonic was in the factory... and he missed it. Sadly, it was the way it had to be - Venomous had a meeting to attend to in person and couldn't help out - but... cob, Sonic? A sensible person would think twice about the thoughts he's thinking. He would've loved to have been there. Better yet, mess with the blue blur himself, get him in traps... He carefully took a sticky note from his pile, writing down "MEETING WITH SONIC." Venomous has learned that being sensible is boring. So he'll do the crazy thing and taunt the hero into visiting again.

@herosparade sent ; 🏝️ Stranded - Our muses are stranded together in the wilderness ; for the tropes meme

Realistically, Leonard has been on many planetary expeditions that landed him in situations far worse than 'getting lost in a rainforest with a three-foot hedgehog-adjacent humanoid'. That said, this is quickly climbing the ranks to become one of his least favorites all the same: the air is thicker than pea soup and scalding hot to boot, the bugs are relentless in trying to chew up the back of his neck and hands, and both the undergrowth and overgrown are so invasive that he's tripping over his own boots every other step and can hardly see the sky.

He's not sure if that latter part is why the Enterprise won't pick up any of his communications or not. With his lousy luck, that's an entirely separate, unrelated problem that also somehow hasn't been resolved in the three, four hours he's been stuck here with this kid.

"How exactly are you so sure we're headed for higher ground? Best I can tell we're going in one giant circle," he waves a hand in a broad shape just to illustrate this, pushing up his sleeves ( mosquitos be damned, or whatever this planet's equivalent to mosquitos is called ) and sluggishly shaking his foot free of a vine that snags it to the forest floor. "And for god's sake, slow down, would you? Some of us are getting on in years, here!"