#greengreasehog

[penthousedragon]

had an urge to draw my green idiot again recently

[cobalt-cop]

💍Would they ever get married?

🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner?

🔮Do they believe in soul mates?

♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?

💍: “I can’t have ties like that outside of No Zone. And seeing as I don’t romantically like anyone here… It’s not happening. Its too long of a project that’d get in the way of my work anyway.” He said simply, not looking like it bothered him one way or another.

🛏️: Zonic gave the question some thought and settled on; “Maybe cuddling and talking? I’m a pretty boring person… Maybe sex if one thing leads to another…” he mumbled with a blush.

🔮: The blue cop almost laughed. “Of all the Zones I’ve seen, how vast the multiverse is and the sheer number of people in it that you’ll never meet, if soulmates existed, which I don’t believe they do, the odds of finding one are too small to note. Zails could probably calculate it, but I don’t want to ask. Even even if there were rules that your soulmate has to be in your zone somewhere, it’s still impractical.”

♦️: Zonic gave an almost exhausted sigh. “It’s not their social status that concerns me, its their moral status that does. Rich, poor, high/middle/low class, i couldn’t give a shit either way, but if I have reason to lock you away in No Zone, I’m really not likely to like you.” He paused. “I don’t care if you moral compass is as fixed as mine, but if it’s not, I really don’t want to see a lot of crime… clearly it’s not my thing.” He gestured to his uniform. “Snakebites is… different. So this doesn’t apply to him.”

[bultun-and-friends]

"It's been awhile, Scourgie! Have you gotten shorter?"

Featuring @greengreasehog

[onyx-the-temptress]

I received this earlier today, and I just wanted to share because it is so lovely and wholesome for these two. They really are in love with one another 💖

Please go to the link to check out her amazing art!

The latest Tweets from Damn, Spaniel (@ChocomintyStars). ✨Yunie | 31 | She/Her | Ace | The sleepiest chocominty starpup✨ I love Sonic, horro

Onyx belongs to me

While Scourge "SnakeBites" belongs to @greengreasehog

[alittlecamerashy]

Closed starter for @greengreasehog

Redo of the unfinished Sign Language Lessons art RP Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 (for anyone who’s interested ;3)

To say that nerves were getting the best of Voy would be an understatement as he stood outside the door to the place. Rebel’s Throne, the sign read. Not currently illuminated, but it was daytime. While it didn’t seem too busy as no one was actually stepping in or out, that didn’t mean the streets weren’t. A couple of stares from passersby made him shrink in on himself. This was definitely not his normal environment. He found himself wishing Snakebites had maybe chosen somewhere more secluded and less populated, like maybe a park, but he supposed it only made sense taking place where Bites’ bosses were. He fiddled with his scarf, trying to build his confidence and not chicken out. If he ran away, that wouldn’t solve anything. Besides, he’d accepted the invitation, it’d be rude to bail. A few deep breaths, and he’d finally mustered the courage to open the door. The other green hedgehog had said that he could step right in, so he was going to trust that was the right thing to do and hope it didn’t backfire on him.

The inside of the bar was a whole different experience compared to the outside. Sure, Voy was shielded from the open, but there were still others roaming about inside, a few giving him curious looks before meandering on their way. He may have been here once before, but that had been for a one time photoshoot, and he still very much looked outside of his element.

Once again, the little photographer found himself tensing, curling in on himself a little as he looked around, inwardly begging to find the one familiar face he knew. Perhaps luck was on his side, though, as he heard a call just before a crash. His attention turned to the source, where he could see the bartender leaning over the counter, looking down on none other than Bites himself. A small yip of worry (and perhaps a touch of relief) and he was over there in an instant, reaching a hand out to his companion in an offer of help.

“Are you okay?!”

[x-sonic]

closed starter for @greengreasehog​

Once again Xavier was set out on more dimension hopping, trying to track where Eggman and his evil butt went off to. Still no luck, from the sounds of it. Just another day in someone else’s paradise, I suppose.

Just like any other zone, the first thing he’d do is scope for other mobians, possibly to get answers. Answers mostly pertaining to wherever the hell he was at, firstly.

And it looks like the green hedgehog was a good start. He didn’t care too much that he looked a little on the edgy side, so long as he was able to get answers. Worse case the guy could say no, and he’d move on. 

“Hey there! Sorry to bother you, you got any idea where the inns are?” He asked the stranger, tapping him on the shoulder. It was always a good start to ask for simple things, in case they happen to work for Eggman or something. With what all he’s seen so far, who knows, really?

[the-velvet-king]

King had been pacing around his room at Onyx's place for a while now. After Sharun tried to kill him, he was hesitant about being around a lot of people. He hadn't really gone anywhere unless it was to get cigarettes or liquor, and he hadn't really been sleeping.

He finally gathered his courage and threw a warp ring into the air and jumped through. He was going to go to SBs bar and visit him, but he chickened out last minute and went to his apartment instead.

He was scared his alternate was mad at him and couldn't handle being yelled at in a public space as he was afraid he was going to be. Instead, he put his nervous energy into cleaning the apartment almost spotless, starting in the livingroom and ending up in the bedroom, gathering any laundry or garbage he could find.

@greengreasehog

[the-forsakenlegionnaire]

@greengreasehog came to serve.

And of course he had, if the shadows forming in the seat next to her was any indication. The green furred demon grinned as the shadows bled away so he could lean back on the bar counter, cigarette in hand. “Well, well, been a hot minute since you’ve popped in.” 

A hot minute was putting it lightly, to say the least, But Lien-da would say nothing of it. “It may have been so, indeed. Why don’t you we celebrate it, then ? Surprise me. Perhaps with a bottle worth of a proper welcoming party.”

This would do the trick nicely. Even if she’d drink it alone, as always.