#& green hill is too unstable so. ghost hill it is!! fucking close enough!!

[liixlabrat]

ive been thinking recently and in my pursuit of "how fucked up can i make the blorbo" (shadow) and also my tendency to make overly elaborate "what if" aus i have thought: yeah so what if shadow died in the void in prime when he tried to enter boscage. bc that'd change SO much shit

[dual-cetacean]

Choas Energie vs Prism Energy.

Heyo! I've been in a funk for some time and feeling stilted. So why not do something different and just air out some ideas and thoughts I have about Sonic Prime? I've always wanted to do a deep dive or write some fun headcanons but never found the courage to do it. After agonising about it for some time, I realised that this is Tumbr, and I have nothing to lose by posting my thoughts here.

One, I fucking love the idea of Choas Energy being the reason why Shadow cannot enter the gates except for Ghost Hill. Ghost Hill still has traces of Sonic and Shadow's old world, a graveyard with roaming phantoms spouting the same rhetoric over and over again. With nowhere to escape the grey haze, it is not surprising Shadow preferred the Void over the hollow husk of Green Hill. (And well, to make sure he was able to catch Sonic and drag him down from his adventure to face the music of his actions)

Throughout the series Choas has been something revered, ancient and mysterious. The mugful of the Sonic Universe gathers the seven mystical elements and defeats the bad guy of the game kind of shenanigans. The very idea that it works against one of the most powerful wielders of said energy is pure irony. Especially since the one who goes Super is allowed to go through these worlds.

Beyond this point, there will be spoilers for the last season of the show; please do not continue if you still have to finish it.

Sonic was the last part of Paradox Prism; of course, as long as he ran fast enough, he could break the boundaries of the world. The Prism energy negated the Choas Energy. But not without a price. Without Nine's tech, Sonic was unstable (Sonic's subtle need for Tails shines through, which is only natural as that is his little buddy! I am so glad the series emphasised Sonic's unwavering trust in Tails, which transfers to Nine. Like his best friend becoming his worst enemy is such good grub. I was fed by the tail end of the series. Pun intended)

One contender is that because of the nature of the incident, Sonic cannot control his running. It is as if he is in a constant state of stop, go, stop, go because the energy inside him keeps reliving the same action over and over again—a loop, if you will.

Or, and this is more fantasy than fact, the Prism and Phaos energy inside of Sonic were clashing with each other and making it impossible to get anywhere without zipping all over the place. Perhaps if it had gone on for too long, Sonic's body would have taken a toll from the constant stress his body is in. I mean, we did not see Sonic eat or sleep in the show (which I suppose makes sense as the show barely had time to focus on such mundane things. Nine drank a juice box, though, which good for them), so I am only guessing that Nine's invention and his determination is what kept him upright. That and time distortion, which is canon! But a detail that is easily forgotten among the more exciting things.

But more about that later, finishing my thought about Choas Energy. the last bits of Choas left are Sonic, Shadow, and the Choas Emerald Shadow accidentally dropped in the Void (it appeared back in Shadow's hand in the final after Green Hill was restored, but I wonder what that means for the Shatterverse if everything has been set back to its 'original state'). It is only natural since the Paradox Prism used Mobuis as its template to create the other worlds (and so also Sonic's pals and Doctor Eggman, Big was also splintered, so that means close proximity to the Prism was not needed to become split. What a shame we did not see any other characters from the cast Cream and Cheese or the Choatix). It would use its own energy to replace the missing Choas Energy.

After all, the shards act like emeralds in the sense that they supply endless power. However, their capabilities lay in manipulating their surroundings rather than Choas, which amplifies the power inherent to the user. (Only the Choas Council used their shard like a battery, which is unsurprisingly uncreative of them) I am not a Sonic veteran, and I am probably wrong about this, but the Choas Emeralds do not seem to react to just about anyone. Maybe it is because we only saw it interact with the important characters of the show rather than the background characters, but Prism Energy seems to be more responsive than Choas. Maybe because the changes were made so recently? Or is it in the Prism's nature to be so easily manipulated? Neither do the shards of the crystal have a master emerald to soothe them or act like an anchor. It is all quite interesting. There are so many holes in the Shatterverse. Without Sonic interfering, I am sure the whole Shattverse would have collapsed in on itself, as its nature is to be unstable. None of the characters are balanced because they are born from splinters. They become their own people eventually, but it is in their nature to be unsatisfied and seek what makes them whole.

The last fun headcanon I have is that Choas is corrosive to the worlds the Prism created. For example, when Shadow performs a chaos blast, it is a big explosion because that is the nature of a blast. What if, if he were to use it, the explosion is intensified and corodoes everything it touches? I am uncertain in which canon Shadow uses chaos abilities without the emerald (or maybe that is something Fanon came up with. ), but it could be a reason why Shadow did not use Choas Blast or Spear during the events of the show. Besides, well, there had to be an even playfield to make the story engaging. So, Shattverse gates repel Shadow because he is a walking toxic vile. With only one leak, his life force can eat up the fabric from which the worlds are created. It certainly is a fun idea to write with.

Kinda makes me wonder what would have happened if Shadow brought the Choas Emerald inside one of the worlds or Choas Controlled within its bounds. Hmm, that is a delicious idea to write for.

As for time, I have not exactly calculated how much time Sonic actually spent in the show trying to restore his world. I can't even remember if he was ever knocked unconscious, which could distort his sense of time further. But in Season One, when Sonic meets back up with them, Nine mentions that he's been gone for a while. For what was at most an hour or four for Sonic could have been days or even weeks for Nine and the rest of New Yoke. I seriously need to rewatch the show for the details, but time distortion is a big thing I've been playing with in my writing. The idea of time flowing differently in every world is fascinating to explore. And *rubbing hands together* good angst fuel.

Anywho, I`m glad I got that off my chest. Please tell me if you want to hear more of my ramblings or ideas! That's how I know people want to see more of it. Bye! ヾ(*^▽^*)

[radi0active-thoughts]

Ghost, Chapter 5 - “Human”

A/N: Hey! So, I want to say that this chapter have been written while listening to Of Monsters and Men’s ���Human” on repeat. I decided that the Spotify playlist will be updated by each post, so you’ll try to guess what’s about to happen next. I’ll type it also and put the link in the masterlist.

By the way, taglists for Ghost and Sutra are open! So, if you wanna be tagged in one of those stories, let me know.

Summary: After a rough mission, the debriefing is the most stressful thing of the week for everyone in the team. The reader sees herself trying to raise a gifted child properly, and discovering more of her gifts, whilst facing a challenge she never thought she would face.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, reader being a savage, super protective and caring person (maybe all at once), Steve being a disappointed father, violence, fluff.

Word count: 2529 (I think)

Y/N: your name | Y/LN: your last name 

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist | The Mixtape

Hours later

The Compound

“Mission report?” Nick Fury himself asked to the team assigned for the mission in what seemed like the most exhausting debriefing of the world.

“All of the imprisoned people were saved.” Maria Hill answered. “A few humanitarian groups are doing efforts with CIA to take those people back to their countries as soon as possible."

I don’t really know why in Earth this God blessed debriefing had to begin two hours after an exhaustive mission. I had passed almost two hours conforting the little girl I had saved, and lulling her to sleep, assuring her that I’d be back soon enough.

Now she’s taking a proper nap on my bed, after taking a shower and wearing one of my rock band t-shirts, not that I’m complaining, but I’d like to be on my bed having a few hours of sleep, too.

Is it asking much? I thought and sighed.

“Any inner thoughts, Y/N?” Fury asked and I sighed again.

“When is this debriefing going to end?” I asked. “I have my womanly necessities, like having a decent night of sleep so I can think straight.”

“You have a womanly necessity sleeping on your bed right know, we all know.” Maria Hill said and handed me a mug of coffee, which I thanked with a nod and a generous sip of the strong drink. She also handed me a file, which I opened to see the same face who slept on my bed at that moment.

Her name was Aaliyah Hayek, 8 years old, Lebanese. She lived with her family, her father used to work as a biological engineer, her mother wasn’t registered, she was a ghost. And that’s when I began to realize that had something really fucked up about Aaliyah’s past.

“She needs special attention” I began to say. “The girl.”

“What do you mean?” Fury asked.

“I mean that Aaliyah is a gifted child.” I answered and the whole team seemed to pay more attention on what I was saying. “I know you’ve seen worse and way more powerful gifts, Fury, but she projected a force field in front of me. I saw her eyes change from green to violet and then to green again and it drained her.”

“And then you jumped from a risky distance whilst carrying a child.” Steve said and I could feel his eyes burning my sides. “Do you know how reckless was that?!”

“Have you ever read Machiavelli, Captain?” I asked sarcastically, without looking at him. Fury looked at me and suddenly I knew what he was thinking - Josephine Baker taugh her well. “The ends justify the means.”

“Don’t come with the bullshit right now, Y/N.” He said. “It was meant to be a discreet mission and you almost fucked it up.”

“Language, Steve.” I snickered.

“I’m being serious, Miss “oh-so-reckless”.” Steve retorted. “The girl could have died, those people could have died, you could have died by jumping from the roof to the quinjet with a girl on your arms, and civilians could’ve noticed!”

“Says the World War II’s righteous punk!” I got up whilst looking at him. He was sitting by my side. “The man who holds a fucking giant vibranium CD and never wears a parachute!”

“At least I measure the risks of my actions.” Steve got up, almost hovering above me. “You, on the other hand, are the epitome of recklessness and made mistakes that only an unexperienced rookie would make!”

I don’t really know what came over me. I only know that I took my knife off of my belt and began to charge against Steve, who defended himself. I’d punch him on the face and he’d try to hold me, that was then his back touched the nearest wall, my knife went to his neck.

“Would you call me unexperienced right now, Captain?” I asked, with a accelerated breathing. “I could kill you if I had the chance, which I do.”

“You’re also emotionally unstable.” Steve answered. “And hates listening to the truth. And... even when you wanna prove I’m wrong, you prove I’m right.”

His words made my brain tighten inside my skull and slowly I pulled the knife from his neck. I made a beeline to my chair, stuck the knife on the wooden table and, with no words, I left the meeting room, Steve’s words repeating themselves inside my head over and over.

My next stop was my bathroom and a warm shower after taking the remains of the dress off of my body. I felt the water relax my body and all I thought of doing was slepping inside that warm shower.

As if it was automatic, I went to my closet and put some pajamas on. The queen-sized bed with fluffy matress was there to me, with Aaliyah snoring softly. I left out a warm smile and laid there, so I could sleep all the tiredness I felt.

Many hours later, I began to hear some noises inside my room and they made me remember of electricity. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see Aaliyah trying to control and form the force fields she was able to make.

I streched my body and groaned from the deep sleep that consumed me. It startled her and the field dissipated.

"Don't stop on my behalf, Aaliyah." I said and her eyes went wide. "Yes, I know your name and no, I won't let nothing bad happen to you."

"What is your name?" She asked shyly.

"I'm Y/N." I answered while sitting on the mattress. I heard and felt stomach growls. I looked at her. "Was it all mine?"

"No." She answered with giggles and her hand on her stomach. Pure childish giggles.

"Wanna learn something cool?" I asked and she nodded. "FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"Can you buy some pizzas for me and this pretty girl by my side?" I asked. "Two pepperoni and one full of cheese, please?"

"I like cheese." Aaliyah said.

"Do we have soda in our cabinets yet?" I asked.

"Yes, we do." FRIDAY asked. "The pizzas will arrive in the compound's kitchen in 30 minutes."

"Thank you, FRIDAY." I said. “What do you wanna do while our dinner doesn’t arrive?”

“Let me?” She asked me when she lifted her hands and approached from my face. I nodded hesitantly and she put her hands on my face. And my mind began to flood with memories.

I felt my eyes close slowly and I saw my 13-year-old me at my grandma’s garden. I was hidden behind a tree, giggling like crazy. That’s when my grandma found me.

“You’re not the most silent rookie, sweetie.” She said. My grandma was fit for someone almost in their 70s. She brushed strands of my hair. “You must stay silent. Your steps, your voice, your breathing. Everything.”

Another flash of memory took my mind, now it was when I was 15. My face was with a few cuts and bruises, and I was leaving school after beating two guys who were pestering a girl from my algebra, chemistry and phisical education classes. She was the stereotype of the nerd, awkward and shy girl.

They were bothering her and I defended her in the middle of the hallway, after lunch. I attacked one of them and the other one tried to hold me. I pulled his body over mine and straddled him, so I could beat him even more. The boy I attacked first had a knife and he opened a tiny cut on my right cheekbone, the guy I was punching on the floor punched my mouth, hard, and it started bleeding.

“We’d go easy on you, (Y/L/N).” one of them said. “But you wanna go the hard way, let’s go for the hard way.”

I grunted, cleaned my mouth with my left arm while getting up and spit blood with one of my teeth. “Too bad now you owe me a tooth, you fucker!”

I hit both of them hard. Since that day, my nickname at school was Toothfairy -  with several kicks and punches, I extracted a tooth from each one of them.

But I went to the principal's office. And when I thought I'd take the worst of talks from my grandma, she surprised me.

"Even though you took a 7-day suspension and got hurt" she began while driving us home with her old truck. "You made the right thing."

"I know, I shouldn't put myself in fi- what?" I got genuinely confused.

"You defended someone, Y/N." She said. "You were brave enough to take a beating for someone else and you didn't need it at all. You defended that girl and you hit two boys bigger than you and took blood from them. The ends justified the means after all."

"I thought you were mad at me." I said. "For being reckless."

"You were reckless, indeed." She said when stopped the truck in front of our home. "But you're more strong and powerful than you think, sweetie. You're a hero."

I returned my conscience soon after, when I saw Aaliyah in front of me. Her hands were no longer on my face.

"What else can you do that you’re hiding?” I asked looking into her eyes.

“I don’t know.” She confessed. “I just do it.”

I was about to say something when FRIDAY interrupted my train of thought. “The pizzas are at the kitchen, Y/N.”

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” I thanked the AI. “We talk about your powers later, let’s eat.”

We went to the elevators laughing soon after she jumped on my arms and held herself like a koala.

“It’s better if you go to my back.” I said and carefully the koala walk turned into a piggy back ride towards the kitchen.

“You better not touch our pizza, Stark.” I entered the kitchen with Aaliyah on my back, when I saw Tony and Sam touching the boxes. “Neither you, Birdie.”

“Why not?” He asked with a whine. “I’m hungry.”

“So are we.” I yawned and Aaliyah jumped from my back. Tony chuckled. “What’s so funny, rusty Coca Cola can?”

“Unless you’re pregnant” He began. “Who are “we”?”

I looked around and didn’t see Aaliyah. But before I could think “damn, where is she?” I felt a tug on my shirt and looked down. I sighed and crunched down to her height.

So she can get invisible too, I thought. Great.

“There is no need to be afraid, Aaliyah.” I said in a reassuring tone, looking at the air in front of me. “They’re my friends, and so are yours. Everyone in this compound will protect you, no matter what.”

Slowly, she got visible and looked at me, with the biggest green orbs, hair in a lazy braid and the AC/DC big shirt as a sleeping gown. 

“I’m hungry, Y/N.” She said and I smiled.

“Me too, sweetie.” I answered. “Koala walk to the kitchen isle?”

She nodded and I got up. She jumped on my arms once again, holding tightly, and I sat her on the marble isle, next to the pizza boxes. I felt eyes burning on me and looked to the direction of them to see the Wanda, Nat, Bucky, Vision and Steve there too, looking at me.

“What?” I asked and averted my gaze from them, focusing on Aaliyah. “You drink soda, right?”

She nodded and I went to the fridge to grab two Coca Cola cans. I put both cans on the kitchen isle and went to Aaliyah again. “Which one of those Godlike good smelling boxes do we open first?”

“Pepperoni.” She giggled and I opened one of the boxes.

“Who’d say you got that fluffy side on you, huh?” Nat said jokingly, not before grabbing a pizza slice. She looked at Aaliyah, who devoured her 2nd slice already. “Hey Aaliyah.”

She looked at Nat while chewing the said pizza slice. “Hey.”

“I’m Natasha, but you can call me Nat, okay?” Nat asked and she nodded.

“What are you waiting for, guys?” I asked looking at the rest of the team. “Suit yourselves, grab a slice.”

“I thought you told us not to touch your pizzas.” Sam said in sarcasm.

“I was joking, you heavy hearted bastard.” I smiled and went to open the other boxes. Sam grabbed a slice of pepperoni. Steve and Bucky shrugged and grabbed slices for themselves.

I was biting on my 2nd slice and sipping on my Coca Cola while I watched Aaliyah being the main focus of a few members of the team. She’d smile while talking or chewing and her laugh would fill my ears, making my heart flutter with joy.

It’s not that I’m ready to be a mother, which I’m definitely not. But suddenly I felt like I’d quit everything if it meant giving Aaliyah a normal life.

“What’s going on inside your head, Doll?” I heard Bucky asking me. He sat on the chair next to me, his human arm pulling my body next to his, my head feeling his pectoral muscle through the black shirt he wore, and both of my legs over his muscular ones.

“Do you know how it feels like you’d quit everything for a single person?” I asked him while I looked at Aaliyah and Wanda showing off their powers to the team and laughing when a pizza slice fell on Steve’s hair. The scene made me smile.

“Why?” He asked. “Would you quit everything for her?”

“If it meant she could live a normal life, I would.” I answered and looked at his blue orbs. “I don’t know why, but I would.”

“Answering your question” Bucky began, with his metal fingers caressing my legs, his eyes wandering while he chose his words. “I’ve been thinking of quitting for my own sake, you know? I did things I never thought I’d do in 70 years.”

“You talk about the Winter Soldier shit?” I asked and he nodded.

Bucky and I grew really close in the past weeks. Not just because of our nightmares and how we’d calm eachother, but because we got to know eachother like the palms of our hands.

It was almost like we’d known eachother for a lifetime.

The silence between us was conforting, but Bucky broke it. “Steve says that you’re reckless and shit, but it’s because he’s the same.”

“Is that so?” I asked. Bucky hummed in agreement.

“He’s a troublemaker since the 40s.” Bucky said with a chuckle. “He’ll take a little longer to apologize about what he said in today’s debriefing though.”

“I don’t need his apologies, James.” I said. “I regret nothing I said or did in my life. My grandmother taught me that way.”

“You’re not your grandmother, Y/N.” He said, grabbing my chin lightly, so I looked into his eyes. “You don’t need to hide in her shadow to be a great agent, a great team member. You already are.”

I began to think about what he had just said. And as if he saw my uneasiness and how insecure I was about that, he sighed.

“Let your guard down, Doll.” Bucky said. “Ou neither of us will see a glimpse of the real you.”

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