where is home?

❛on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?❜

❛okay, but, consider this: i don’t care. i’m gonna do it.❜

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

❛how hard is it to do a wheelie on a motorcycle? how many feet can you go, doing a wheelie, without crashing?❜

❛it’s three in the morning and i’m bored and you’re the only one awake. let’s break into a gas station store.❜

❛WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT FILL UP A “SUPER BIG GULP” CUP WITH 5 HOUR ENERGY AND CHUG THE WHOLE THING. MY HEART HAS EITHER STOPPED COMPLETELY OR IS BEATING SO FAST THAT I CAN’T FEEL MY OWN PULSE.❜

❛is it a bad idea to use mountain dew instead of milk in your cereal?❜

❛i heard if you suck up enough helium, your voice starts to sound really squeaky… wanna go buy some balloons?❜

❛can you cook bacon with a hair straightener? asking for a friend.❜

❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜

❛complaining helps the situation, like, not at all.❜

If I didn’t reply:

YEP I  missed it.

I’m still working on it.

I REPLY AT THE SPEED OF MOLASSES

If you ever want to roleplay:

Invade my inbox and scream at me.

I don’t bite… I cut people in half 

Ask for a starter or just post one and tag me~ 

This goes for EVERYONE. If our characters don’t normally interact THEY WILL AND THEY WILL LIKE IT.

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You are kind.

You are important.

You are smart.

I love you all <3.

And to those I don’t roleplay with:

“Alright, I mighta walked into that one, but I’m younger than you, Quick Man. I mean.. technically.”

 Shard was taking more amusement than he’d be willing to admit of his fellow robot’s frustration in not being the fastest. Though, he couldn’t blame him–he’d be pretty pissed if he didn’t hold that title anymore, but this was just another one for the history books. If he wasn’t a fugitive, heheh. 

 In a smooth, swiping motion Shard’s eyes and power gem went from bright red to green. 

Passive Mode Engaged.

 “It’s complicated. I’m not gonna go into detail, but, uhm..” Shard paused, offering a hesitant hand to the robot he had just “fought.” Not that Quick Man was easily beaten or anything they just… had a friendly.. er, rivalry race. Both?

 “Why don’t we chillax for now and you won’t have to do any talkin’, and I’ll get answers. Wanna take me to this Wily dude?”

The Red Bot wasn’t one to normally accept any help especially after a loss, even among his siblings he was a loner. He took the other’s hand and pulled himself to his feet rolling his shoulder and sighing softly “ eh i’m the first line of Wily Bots, second line of Robot Masters… when i say i’m old i mean well… have been almost 9 lines since i was created… i’m just dated “ He admitted with a more forward tone of voice as he was bringing all his systems online as he opened a panel on his arm and turned a small dial on the inside before closing it up.

He aimed his arm a small canon sliding from the top of his arm and firing a blow bolt against the side of the building creating a swirling blue Vortex of energy. He jabbed a thumb at the Vortex “ Through here then, and hope your not to sensitive to electro magnetic fields not to strong but sometimes causes my sensors to bug out for a minute or so “ He shrugged and waited for shard to walk through with a half annoyed half satisfied look on his face. He was glad it was over and some part of him didn’t hate Shard at all. Despite what happened he respected him if nothing else.   ======On the Other side====

Wily sat in his chair with a rather devilish grin happy that Quick Man was successful despite losing his race. He was watching of course he’d have a talk with him later, but right now his entire focus was on learning what he could about the Metal Series and learning what he could. But more then that his next plan could involve this Metal Series from what he’d heard he might actually become an actual asset. Things were moving perfectly, and soon he was confident he could finally enact his final move! checkmate was close at hand!

 “Urgh, that portal-bizz is not efficient,” Shard groaned, rubbing his head and blinking a few times as the world came back into focus. “How many of..” he blinked again, “oh, there’s just...one...oh my god.”

 Shard lost it. 

 “OH MY GO-- YOU HAVE GOT TO BE. KIDDING. ME!” The robot erupted into laughter, trying to form words between bouts of laughter, his engine wheezing along with him. “You,” he barely could spurt out, “you look just like Egg-face. BUT YOU HAVE HAIR AND IT’S--” Shard choked, and now was on the floor, crying laughing. “IT’S WORSE THAN HIS MUSTACHE!”

“Give me the number for 911!”

“Oh, so they have the internet on computers now.”

“With $10,000 we’d be like millionaires!”

“Just because I don’t care doesn’t mean I don’t understand.”

“If you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They’re about to announce the lottery numbers.”

“Maybe, just once, someone will call me ‘Sir’ without adding, ‘You’re making a scene.‘”

“Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It’s what separates us from the animals! Except the weasel.”

“Donuts. Is there anything they can’t do?”

“You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.”

“When I look at the smiles on all the children’s faces, I just know they’re about to jab me with something.”

“Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.”

“I want to share something with you: The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.”

“Oh, people can come up with statistics to prove anything. 14% of people know that. “

“How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?“

“Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?”

“Alcohol is a way of life, alcohol is my way of life, and I aim to keep it.”

“All my life I’ve had one dream, to achieve my many goals.”

“That’s it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I’m going to clown college!

“If something’s hard to do, then it’s not worth doing.”

“I’m in no condition to drive…wait! I shouldn’t listen to myself, I’m drunk!”

“'To Start Press Any Key’. Where’s the ANY key?”

“What’s the point of going out? We’re just gonna wind up back here anyway.”

“I’ve learned that life is one crushing defeat after another until you just wish [Name] was dead.”

“I believe that children are our future. Unless we stop them now.”

“Oh yeah, what are you gonna do? Release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouths and when they bark, they shoot bees at you?”

“I’ve gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren’t just confined to zoos.”

“I’m like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket & flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?”

“Yes…Just squeeze your rage up into a bitter little ball and release it at an appropriate time, like that day I hit the referee with the whiskey bottle.”

“Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true.”

“You’ll have to speak up, I’m wearing a towel.”

“It takes two to lie–One to lie and one to listen.”

“Never help anyone.”

“Let that be a lesson to you. Never love anything.”

“I have misplaced my pants.”

“Boy, everyone is stupid except me.”

“In this house, we obey the laws of thermodynamics.”

“Look. Just give me some inner peace or I’ll mop the floor with you.”

“Ahhh. I’m just a big toasty cinnamon bun. I never want to leave this bed.”

“Oooh, a lovely desk. Would be a shame if someone… Oh, I don’t know, didn’t use a coaster!”

Requested by Anonymous

“Come on, then! Hit me!”

“Your stance is all wrong.”

“Am I doing this right?”

“I feel like I’ve been chewed up, spat out, and run over repeatedly.”

“Get down and give me 20!”

“How many miles/kilometers are we running?!”

“Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that!” 

“Nice punch! Now do it again!” 

“You won’t hurt me, I promise.” 

“My grip feels off…” 

“Have you ever used a(n) __ before?” 

“I don’t want to hurt you…” 

“I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow.” 

“If you can lift me up, then you can lift these weights just fine.” 

“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?”

“Here, you put your feet like this…” 

“Relax. I’m trying to help.” 

“Can you teach me how to __?”

“God, we stink.” 

“Are you doing okay?” 

“Are you alright?” 

“If I do fifteen push-ups, can I be done for the day?” 

“Come on! Another round!” 

“You can win this time!”

“Work your angle a little more and you got it perfect!” 

“What are you doing up at this hour?” 

“Where did you get that bruise?” 

He’d seen these two before.

A quick recount and web search was all he could think of to know anything about them before he even …mustered the courage to approach. It was a dodgeball game at this point, missing opportunities, but now: a flip of a coin.

Did he have the courage to make new friends?

I’ve been successful so far. Busting into Silver’s house, almost killing Hodge and then mooching off their hospitality, meeting Pixy stick boy and his shy otter friend, the robot debated with himself internally, torn between friendship and ppff…what was that, shyness? Come on you big weenie, you’re not scared of making friends, are you?

Am I?

No!

Yeah, I am, I’m a big friggin’ weenie. Suck it up, and get your shiny metal behind over there! They look nice! And cool! Still hanging back, Shard gave a fervid shake of his head. He really had to kick that feeling in the back of his mind to the curb. Hey, batta’ batta’, get the hell outta my head.

Okay, now he was just stalling. Another shake of the head, and Shard gave a rap of his knuckles on the side of the gate.

“Anybody home in the pumpkin patch? You left your gate open!”

The pair heard the knock, but before Pine could open his mouth to address them, his friend practically leapt out of the leaves. “Summer–”

“Nah nah nah I got this! Just gimme’a sec Piney!” He didn’t bother opening the front gate, simply leaping over it and bounding through produce to get to the fence. Much to the hedgehog’s relief, he didn’t step on anything en route. “Hey hey hey hey hey!! Nice ‘ta see ya, nice ‘ta meet’cha, call me Summer my friend, my chum, my pal! Summer Sunne, one ‘n only lemme tell ya.”

 That was at least five heys, three nahs, and a multitude of other things. This guy was probably more upbeat than an excited Skip and a completely reversed version of Hodgepodge combined. 

 Definitely a guy he could get along with.

  A few more runs through the system and Shard could totally tell this guy was that comedian he’d been hearing about. Snazzy-clad, typical of him. A few cities visited. 

 Pine? Less information on him than he would’ve liked. But he seemed friendly, waving off Summer’s antics with practiced ease. 

 That garden was pretty friggin’ cool, though. Shard wished he could have a green thumb.

 A chuckle came from the robot as he leaned down to give the little ladybug badnik a pat. “Hung out with her a few times, yeah,” Shard continued, happily giving Rider’s ladybug more attention, “showed me some magic tricks. I’m guessin’ you’re… fond of her.” 

She kept her attention on the robotic hedgehog, becoming more interested as she listened through his meeting with Magi. Her eyes beamed and grew very starry-looking from the last sentence he brought up.

“Aah, of course, I’ve known her for sometime!” She replied. “You seem really like someone I could trust! Which, I have to ask, what’s your name?”

 He’s Shard, there’s no doubt about that, but is he a Metal Sonic? Not anymore. He’s metal, and has a few chunks of Sonic’s memories, but he sure the hell is not Sonic. He doesn’t need a title to go under his cool name!

The devil in metal couldn’t help but give a chuckle, this older model had been of but legend to his ears. Now it was clearly a legend of TRUTH! Oh how he HATED having this ancient relic stare him down as if he had a CHANCE of survival!

“You think you’ve got a chance in HELL against me?!” he almost sounded flabbergasted hearing the bots proposal of a fight; an outdated model vs the EPITOME of it’s lines perfection in his own twisted sense of thought? no more but scrap metal was this FOOL! 

“You are either deluded or cocky, either way….I will oblige~”

he tapped his foot, arms crossed as he watched the other move with that clunky figure. This fight would not last long. He was the KING of his design and you know what they say….

 “Brother,” he spat, still grinning wildly and bringing himself to full attention, “You disgust me. You are repulsive-- inferior. You may have advanced your A.I. as I did, but you have forsaken yourself.”

 He wanted to blow through this impostor with a single shot of his cannon, though, in the back of his mind, he wanted a good fight. With broken parts and pain and sparks flying as the two Metal Sonics struggled to keep up with one another. V2.5 figured at worst, his stamina would wean on this one. But--

 he was able to beat Sonic. This fool was not. The only drawback was the sympathy he had felt for the two organics. 

 No more. I will not fail.  

Raising his cannon as if in warning, the robot snarled:

Lisa sat in the grass, staring at the dust swirling around the air. It sparkled and made patterns across the sky. She wasn’t sure what to think, blood dried and caked on her skin even as her wounds healed. They’d never attacked the Island before and she was mildly upset about it. Why now? What had happened? Why now? Questions spun around in her head as she watched the remains of the beasts, what could be called her only true enemy, vanish off into the sky.

She felt sick.

The crunching of the grass wasn’t enough to get her to look up, but she sighed and patted the ground beside her. “I could use some company ‘bout now. How’s’bout it?”

Man, he really hadn’t wanted to get involved with that. Too much chaos and magic for his tastes. 

 Oh, who was he kidding?

 With a chuckle, the robot plopped his shiny behind into the grass next to the demi-god, eyeing her injuries warily. Okay, maybe a little worried. 

 Looking at her quietly, he didn’t say anything for a bit. Just let himself mull over it for a bit as his eye and power gem color switched from green to a blaring red. He had no idea what he was getting into. This was no road trip.