#sonic tries every time anyway

[nortedwayfinder]

Checkpoint

Breaktime with the brothers.

[avoidmint]

Tell is how you really feel about that grappling hook, Infinite.

I'm honestly surprised he let you just swing around all willy nilly as much as he did, tbh. He could fly. Sometimes he just teleported infront of you for fun.

I've drawn him getting got with this thing enough times to warrant a follow up. Though those pictures are before I started posting online. The art is hella outdated lol.

Here's one of them as a little treat from Past Me anyways. Don't... don't worry about the context.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

do u ever think about like two of the three “eggman” boss fights in sonic heroes being mechs based off of and named after birds and the fact birds symbolically are linked with freedom. like i know i'm probably overthinking it bc it’s probably meant to be bc birds lay eggs lol but like. sorry i'm too metal sonic pilled i'm going insane over this.

[essycogany]

Sonic HATES Being Wrong

Like…to an extreme degree. Let me elaborate.

This is a very interesting detail I’ve noticed ever since I made my Sonic’s Flaws post. Here, I’d like to talk about Sonic’s most fatal flaw because this conversation gets interesting. The flaw is one every variation of Sonic can be guilty of and one that causes the most damage to his world and even the people he cares about. If you disagree, I understand. Just hear me out and even if I don’t convince you, I hope this turns out to be a fun read regardless. Feel free to give me some context, correct me, or add information if you‘d like.

The Flaw

Sonic is terribly pertinacious and stubborn. Most people would think of Sonic Prime where he doesn’t listen to his friends warning him to not destroy the paradox prism, but when I think of Prime!Sonic I don't think of that. Especially since this version comes off more as an inexperienced teenager trying to figure things out. While in the games, he’s portrayed as rarely being wrong. Not because he’s perfect, but because Sonic never feels the need to change because of past victories. After all, if everything is going his way, why should he change, right? Well, this can be a problem. The scene in S3 ep3 where a few of the pirates were lost at sea, shows how truly stubborn Prime!Sonic (and Sonic in general), can be. He verbally refuses to take accountability for lost resources and unknowingly helps Nine have better predominance over them.

In this scene, No Place was decaying and Sonic finds out that the other pirate crew was stuck there. Everyone else, even the villains, reasonably says it’s too risky and he ignores them. Of course, he is within reason but if things went sour, it would’ve been his fault. Especially since that almost became a reality before the Chaos Council swooped in to help.

Near the end of the episode, Sonic says it’s a win for everyone, but Mr. Doc says, “Was it? Your little friends are safe, but at what cost? The fox can conjure up more minions with the snap of his fingers. Whereas our fleet is damaged, our troops are spent, and we’re almost out of time.” Surprisingly reasonable call out of the consequences of saving the pirates, if they don’t have enough resources, they were even more screwed than before. Then Sonic says, “I’m sorry but losing anyone is not an option.” While it’s warranted and makes sense for his character, it almost comes across as “We had to save them because I said so.” This is an example of Sonic not having a good argument by addressing the results of their battle. He does it a lot more than you’d think. Despite Sonic not listening to people being a bigger staple of Prime, I personally think it’s never expanded upon or executed well. Not to me anyway, but I don’t mind anyone disagreeing.

In any case, Sonic, as a character in every continuity, tends to “follow by his own rules” but this can be perceived negatively as “doing whatever he wants no matter who argues with him.”

Examples

Sonic Boom Rise of Lyric tackles this too. This is probably the least serious example but still can be a problem sometimes. This is S2 Ep 19 when an Eggman robot Clone tries to break Team Sonic apart and almost succeeds too. It doesn’t have much to do with this topic but I do like how in this episode when the drama started happening, Sonic for once in his life tries to talk about his feelings with Tails who turned out to be Steve. I know this has nothing to do with this discussion, but I just thought it was a funny thing to point out. The one time Sonic tries to talk about his feelings, he gets the door slammed in his face. It’s so mean-spirited and stupid. I love Sonic Boom!

But yeah, Rise Of Lyric also shows how his stubbornness can end up with the world being at stake. Or in the case of this episode have your friends grow apart.

The Sonic Movies tackles his shortcomings perfectly. I think he's pretty impulsive in all 3 movies. Mixing his perniciousness doesn't create the greatest meal. He's younger, so that would be expected. This scene is the most recent example. Sonic as a character tends to live in the moment and here, Movie!Sonic is playing a huge role in this category. He’s not even trying to hear anyone out. He’s in a constant rage at this point and can’t think clearly. He wants revenge on Shadow so much he loses himself. His brothers are so loyal to still allow him to get the Master Emerald despite knowing he wants it for revenge. Sonic's so hurt, he even forgets what they originally were there for.

I'm sure if Sonic choose to let his feelings consume him, he probably wouldn’t have saved the world. Why? Let’s just say things would’ve went out of control without Shadow. Sonic dogged a big tangent bullet for having mercy on Shadow.

Yeah, Archie/Reboot Archie didn’t mess around either. I'd say it’s sometimes as tense and bit worse due to him having the biggest ego and ongoing trauma. I'm surprised he didn't go insane. Notice how harsh he is in these instances. He’s overly angry here. Luckily, he has a large group of friends to help him take things down a peg and reminds him how they have his back. Even when worst comes to worst (which is an understatement), his friends are able to get him out of that mindset and put him back in reality. Hunbel him to put it bluntly.

In a way, Sonic's flaws in the Archie comics make me think he feels so guilty that he pushes himself beyond his limits as a way to make up for his loudmouth. Like in other versions, he feels the need to take on more than he can physically handle. He strains his body, mind, and entire being to accomplish tasks on his own because he believes he deserves the punishment. Alternatively, he might just be exhausting himself and attempting to take on more than he can manage. It’s not surprising, really.

This panel is insane for letting Eggy make a valid point. You can tell by his ears how Sonic’s getting visibly irritated. By the end of the argument, he gets super mad and can’t even find a good quip to back himself up. Because in a way, he knows Eggman has a point. That’s how I interpret it anyway.

Game or IDW Sonic is usually in denial when it comes to being wrong. He doesn’t address the issues directly but the person who calls him out for it instead. He’s the most experienced Sonic. I know some people use “mature” but I think experience is a better term due to how he doesn’t have arcs or character growth like other characters. More so he’s used to this song and dance, so his hatred towards being wrong comes from a place of thinking he’s got everything under control. Until it bites him in the butt.

You notice in most of these Sonic’s pretty angry and isn’t the biggest fan of being told off. Even in different continuities, the guy cannot argue without not being self-aware most of the time. The funny thing is he isn’t doing it selfishly. At least not in a typical way. To me, Sonic is the least selfish character in the franchise for a good chunk of the series. He sacrifices himself, gives people more chances than they deserve, and even takes the time to stop his main goals if it means helping someone else. But the guy cannot take the time to admit he’s wrong or his morals have consequences. Not because Sonic thinks he’s better than everyone. I don’t think Sonic sees himself in that way, but I do think he’s always in “I’ve done this thing plenty of times. As long as this thing works, I’ll keep doing it,” mode. Or in the case of Movie!Sonic, goes on instinct which is also a common part of his characterization.

Why Sonic Has This Flaw

Sonic never stops running; he charges head-first into any situation, always striving to do what's right. After all, he's the fastest thing alive. Sonic doesn't have the luxury of questioning himself or dwelling on doubts. While it's true that he has caused some issues, including in the games, he doesn't waste time feeling sorry for himself. The only times he's shown insecurity were during the Metal Virus arc, so interpret that as you wish.

This brings up another point. Crazy how much I didn’t notice, but most of the time, Sonic doesn’t like it when people disagree with him. Understandable, everyone doesn’t want to be wrong. But he takes it to the extreme at times. Like sometimes he's baffled when anyone challenges him. Sonic’s also never truly called out by the right people. I don’t mean Shadow, Espio, Knuckles, or the villains. I mean, Amy, Tails, Tangled, or other characters he’s inspired. People who look up to him. Sure, they try, but I can count on one hand how many times he actually listens. Sonic’s always so caught up in doing things his way that he disregards people who mean the most to him.

I mentioned this in my other post but he doesn't listen to Tails in Sonic 06 or Lost World, so the games count.

While Sonic often has valid points in his arguments with others, he frequently comes across as someone who needs to be right. He rarely allows others the opportunity to express their views or admits when he is wrong. This issue is often overlooked in stories where these conflicts arise, either because there isn't enough time to address them or they remain unanswered altogether. This makes sense, considering that Sonic typically doesn’t undergo character arcs canonically. However, I appreciate the presence of characters like Shadow, Knuckles, Surge, Kit, and certain Archie characters like Scurge. They serve to challenge Sonic’s morals and illustrate that he isn’t always correct. If Sonic isn’t going to evolve as a character, at least these figures can show that his sense of freedom and living by his own rules doesn’t work for everyone. They can be portrayed negatively and can challenge his viewpoints. They can be questioned. They can be challenged. Sonic isn’t always right.

His passion shows that he truly wants things to work for everyone. His stubbornness drives him to the point of frustration as he strives to help others to live according to his ideals. However, at times his approach isn’t the most effective. You can see that Sonic genuinely hates this, yet he continues to push forward to help those in need. There’s something both beautiful and heartbreaking about that.

Conclusion

What’s funny is that Sonic rarely gets angry, so you could say this could be one of his few triggers. Along with people being unjust and other such.

Overall, Sonic has good intentions but the results of those intentions are severe. None of this is to imply Sonic’s a terribly written character. It’s just a serious flaw he has. Though listening to his friends more would help.

I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t like a moment of his friends noticing a constant pattern of him being pertinacious and not paying attention to anyone’s protest. I wouldn’t want it to come out of nowhere, but it’d be an issue that’d progress over a large amount of time and add up. It could be dramatic or constructive depending on the situation and execution. Whatever character does it, they’d either talk to him about it or physically show the outcomes of his actions. They do it all the time in other media but not canonically. This is just random speculation though. I don’t know if I’m in over my head but I hope someone got something out of this.

All of this is not to say Sonic never takes accountability or listens to his friends. SA1 scene with Amy, when he apologizes to Bell in IDW for being too standoffish, and plenty of other examples. Like the end of Sonic movie 3. That Sonic Boom episode where he apologized for not working with his team. And endless moments in Archie and Reboot Archie. Sonic isn’t unreasonable. Just 9 times out of 10 he can get a big head. That’s all.

Stay Creative! 💜

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Can you please do wandanat x daughter reader were she has powers let's say like sonic. And she tries to hide them but it gets hard and she ends up in a fight with her parents and during Wich she accidentally yells about it and like instantly goes quite and how they would react please and thank you.

A Hidden Part of Me

Note: So I changed the power the read has because I didn't want it to be to much like Pietro. The power I choice added more angst to the story (which everyone knows I love). Also, sorry for being MIA I wanted this story out sooner but I think I'm developing carpal tunnel and I got sick. But please enjoy!

Warning: angst, angst with a happy ending (?), headaches, throwing up, dubious consent (it makes sense when you read it), mention of past death, self harm (?), trauma, lots and lots of trauma, x-men mention!, no physical description but reader does have long hair

Word Count: 5.1k

At this point, it was easier to keep it a secret. You had been with Wanda and Natasha for a few years but officially adopted only for 5 months. It was by accident that you ran into the couple. They were in California to help Scott with an Avenger issue. It so happened that the group they were after was after you, too. You gave them information critical to their mission. You thought that was it. That you would never see the Avengers again. However, the couple wasn’t too happy about letting you live alone, especially on the streets.

You moved into the Avenger compound in upstate New York. Nothing was holding you to California anyway. You enrolled in a home school program, worked out with Peter, and fell in love with spending time with Helen in the med bay. The Avengers welcomed you into their family, and you felt safe with Natasha and Wanda. Two years passed, and they officially adopted you. So, a hidden part of you was kept a secret.

They asked why The Syndicate was after you, and you told them you weren’t sure. That was the truth. You weren’t sure the Syndicate knew what you were capable of. Then, it never came up again. So why would you tell them? Being a part of the team wasn’t part of your ideal future. At most, you would want to help Helen in the med bay. You weren’t a fighter. Deep down, you were scared to tell them. Maybe they would see you differently when they discovered you were the reason you were alone.

Besides, it was easy to fight it. The urge to use your powers felt like a prick on the back of your neck. Sometimes, a headache would emerge, but you had remedies for those. So you pushed through. Ignored it. Time would pass, and the feeling would go away. For the past 10 years, you had it under control, and that was how it was going to be.

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A nagging headache pounded at your temples. No medication would touch it to help soothe it. Every sound made it worse. It came at a horrible time, too. You had a to-do list a mile on that consisted of essays, studying, and writing a speech for a conviction you were invited to. Every movement or bright light causes you to fight nauseous.

You called out sick with your internship with Helen and laid on the couch with a cold towel over your eyes. You were in Wanda and Natasha’s little apartment in the compound instead of your own. Their space felt like a blanket of safety around you. The lights were dimmed, and Wanda’s incense with lavender.

You groaned when their door opened, but their footstep stalled. It was Wanda’s soft footsteps that continued over to you. She sat on the table. “Another headache?” She asked softly. You groaned again as your answer. Her fingers undid the ponytail that held your hair up. The release of tension helped slightly.

“You’ve been getting them a lot recently,” Natasha’s voice came from the kitchen. She was trying to be quiet as she shuffled around - no doubt making tea. Chamomile tea had helped in the past, but you weren’t sure if it would help now.

“Grab some chocolate, too,” Wanda said to her girlfriend. Again, you groaned in protest. “I know, sweetheart, but it helped last time.” The last time was two days ago. Natasha wasn’t wrong when she said these headaches were more and more frequent. Suddenly, the cloth covered your eyes was removed, and you stared up at the smiling face of Wanda. Groaning, you rolled onto your side to bury your face in the cushion. “Now, when did a caveman replace my daughter?” Wanda chuckled. Huffing, you flopped back onto your back.

“Head hurts,” you mumbled.

“I know, sweetie,” Wanda cooed. Natasha walked over to you with tea and chocolate.

“Can you sit up for us?” You shrugged but slowly sat up. The room spun, and you closed your eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of your nose. You felt Wanda move behind you to offer support. “Open your mouth,” Natasha whispered. “Try to take a few sips.” As much as you wanted to, you were afraid, too. Saliva pooled in your mouth. The room spun, and you couldn’t find your center, even with your eyes closed. You reached for Wanda’s hand.

“Gonna,” you mumbled. “Gonna be sick.”

“Nat,” you heard the Black Widow move. As quickly as the redhead was gone, she was back, and something was pressed under your chin. A metal bow, you figured, when you grabbed it.

“It’s okay, med (honey),” Natasha said. “We have you.” The dame broke that you desperately tried to hold back. Your body lurched forward, dry heaving first - painful spasms that wrecked through your chest. Then bile rose, bitter and sour, burning your throat as it came up. There was nothing solid to bring up as you hadn’t eaten since yesterday.

Finally, it stopped, and you slumped back against Wanda - all of your energy was gone. Natasha left again and was back with a towel. It was warm against your skin. Gods, you hated feeling like this. Wanda pushed some of your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. “Maybe we should take her to Helen,” Wanda said. “This isn’t good. Something must be wrong.” Natasha hummed in her agreement and took her hand. You liked the way her thumb moved back and forth against your skin.

“I don’t want to move her too much, though,” the Black Widow said. “Maybe Helen can come to us.” Usually, you hated when people talked to you like you weren’t there. You were just too tired to have any say.

You must have fallen asleep because you woke up in the couple’s bed - under the covers: an IV and a cotton ball with a tap at your elbow attached to your right arm. Helen must have taken blood. Thankfully, your headache was dulled. “Hi,” you looked at the Black Widow sitting in the chair next to the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you answered and sat up against the headboard. “I’m guessing Helen gave me tramadol .” Natasha nodded. “Does she know what’s wrong with me?” She sighed.

“No, but she took some blood and will run a few tests. She wants to run some scans when you are feeling better.” That made sense. The headaches had to be a neurological problem, and getting scans could help. It wasn’t making sense, though; you never go sick. Even when you volunteered at the local clinic, the flu spread through the city. The last time you had a headache, this bad was 10-oh fuck.

It was like ice was injected into your veins: fear and panic. Ten years ago, these headaches were so bad you missed five days of school. Ten years ago, you sat on your family’s couch while your parents yelled at you. Ten years ago, you became an orphan, but your headaches stopped.

Before you could dwell more about it, Wanda entered the room with a fresh bowl of chicken paprikash. “I hope you are hungry because I made extra.”

“Smells great,” you lied and took the bowl from her. It was your powers that were causing these headaches, which meant everyone around you was in grave danger.

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The scans confirmed your suspicion when they came back clear.

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Natasha saw much of herself in you - a scared young girl who thought she had to hold the world’s weight on her shoulders. When they first brought you to the compound, you were terrified and unsure how to act around everyone. You retreated so far into yourself that Natasha was worried she would never see you again. But as time went on, you learned to trust those around you.

Boy, was it a treat to see your personality shine through. Your laughter bounced off the walls. Your smile lit up the room, and you were so fucking brilliant. It amazed her how you flew through assignments. Natasha was so excited to see what the future held.

Now, something was wrong. These headaches were driving you further and further away from them. You pulled back. You kept to yourself, and Natasha was beginning to forget the sound of your laugh. At any given moment, you quickly would leave the room when someone entered. But there were times Natasha could look at you before you left. Your eyes were a million miles away, and you looked exhausted. She’s never seen you like this before. Your absence was taken a toll on Wanda and the team.

The witch desperately wanted to fix what was going on. But it was hard when they had no idea what was broken. The Black Widow was tired of walking on eggshells around you. Hell, the entire team was. She needed to comfort you and figure out what was happening.

The intervention happened during team bonding. The TV had Mario Kart on while Sam, Peter, Bucky, and Steve raced against each other. Bruce was talking with Maria and Yelena regarding an upcoming mission. Wanda and Vision were talking over a game of rummy. That left Natasha with Tony. The billionaire was behind the bar mixing a mocktail for himself. “So,” Tony said. “Any idea what’s going on with that kid of yours?” Natasha huffed and took a sip of her drink.

“No idea,” she mumbled. “Every time I try to talk to her, she runs away. It’s like she’s scared.”

“Of what? You and the witch?” Tony questioned. The Black Widow shrugged. Maybe you were. At surface level, they were good parents. But one look into their dark and complicated past would scare anyone off. “Nah, that ain’t it. She looks scared of herself.” Natasha looked at Tony.

“What do you mean?” Tony sighed and took a long sip of the drink he made.

“I’ve seen the same look on everyone’s face in this room, including mine. At one point or another, we’ve all been scared of what we are capable of,” he shrugged. “Besides, we never found out why The Syndicate was after her.”

He had a point. But if you had a gift like Wanda or Carol, why hide it? You were surrounded by different people unless Tony was right, which Natasha hated to admit, and you were scared.

The sound of footsteps approaching caused Natasha to look. It was you - dressed in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. A pair of headphones were over your ears. Gods, you looked terrified and turned away quickly to leave, but Natasha was quicker. “Hey,” she waved at you to get your attention. Luckily, you stopped and took your headphones off, winching slightly. Were you experiencing another headache? “Why don’t you stay? Hang out for a little bit. I know Peter has been dying to beat you in Mario Kart.” Peter looked at you when he heard his name and waved.

“I can’t,” you said. “Super busy with school.” You were fiddling with your hands in front of you. “Maybe another night.” Natasha sighed as you turned around.

“Why are you doing this?” She asked. “Why are you putting a wall between us and you?” You stopped walking at her questions, hands falling to the side and flexing into fists.

“Can we not do this here?” You asked. Natasha could tell you said it through gritted teeth.

“If not here, then when?” she countered. You run away every time we try to talk to you.” Natasha heard Wanda’s footsteps walking by her side.

“Sweetheart, we just want to help.”

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Help? How could they help you when there was no answer to your problem? You squeezed your eyes shut. You were too weak. The simple solution was to leave the compound, but you wanted to stay even when it endangered everyone you loved. Gods, you were a fucking monster. “You can’t help me,” you whispered. “This is the way it has to be.”

“Why are you acting like a goddman martyr?” Natasha asked. Slowly, you turned to face them. Everyone on the team seemed to be locked in on this fight. It was a long time coming. You could feel the tension every time you entered the room. ‘We are a family. We figure things out as a family.”

“You think I want this? Do you think I like isolating myself from all of you? I hate it! But I didn’t ask for this because this is how it has to be,” you yelled, wincing slightly. The headache, which was a dull pulse, was intensifying. You pressed your fingers against your temple as if you could squeeze the pain out, but it throbbed - pulsing waves that started behind your eyes and spread like wildfire across your forehead and down your neck.

Groaning, you hunched forward. The pain was causing your stomach to twist and turn. You felt like you were going to throw up. “Sweetheart,” to blinded by the pain, you missed when Wanda walked over to her. A gentle hand now placed on your back.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you recoiled away from her, accidentally slapping her across the face.

“Hey, that was so uncalled for,” Natasha looked over Wanda’s face. A small mark formed when you hit her.

It was all too much. The noise. The attention. The pain. You wanted it all to stop. You pressed your palms to your temples. The pressure wasn’t helping. Panic swirled around you. Each breath you took was choppy and swallowed. “Gotta make it stop,” you mumbled. “Gotta make it stop.”

Everyone was talking. Everyone was saying your name. But the worst of all, you heard their blood swirling through their veins. Every heartbeat in this room echoed inside your head. The prickle at the back of your neck became impossible to ignore. “Please stop!” You yelled and threw your arms to the side. Finally, the noise stopped. The headache was gone, but the reason behind it all twisted your stomach in shame.

Everyone was frozen, their eyes wide in shook and fear—except Vision. The android slowly stood up. “What are you doing, Miss?” he asked.

You ignored him. Your fingers twitched as if you were plucking invisible strings. Their body obeyed you - they were no longer in control. Clenching your hands into fists, they fell—one by one, your family to their knees, then to the ground. Everyone expect Natasha. She was fighting it - fighting you. Her eyes darted to yours in panic. Tears were streaking down her face. Her shoulders trembled. “I’m sorry.” And you were; that wasn’t a lie.

You punched your hand forward, and Natasha finally fell to the ground. Unlike the past, you had a little more control over your powers. They weren’t dead, just unconscious. It would give you time to come up with a plan. “Don’t come after me, Vision,” you looked at the android. “I don’t want to be found.”

As quickly as possible, you ran out of the compound, leaving the only family you knew behind.

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Wanda’s head was spinning. It felt like she tried to out-drink Steve and Bucky, and they used Asgardian ale. A gentle hand was able to bring her back to reality. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Vision staring down at her. “Easy,” he spoke softly. “I’ve alerted Helen and the medical staff. They should be here shortly.” Against her better judgment, Wanda tried to sit up. The world spun, and she threw up the little food in her system. “Ah, yes, the same thing occurred to Sergeant Barnes when he woke up.”

Once her stomach settled, she sat up and looked around the room. The entire time was in different levels of waking up. She was leaning heavily against the android as she looked at Natasha. Her girlfriend wasn’t moving. Luckily, Helen arrived and rushed over to her first. There was dried blood underneath the Black Widow’s nose. “Viz,” Wanda whispered. “What happened?” The android sighed.

“I witnessed it, and I’m not entirely sure.”

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Everyone sat in the conference room, an IV attached to their arms that was pumping fluid, pain, and nauseous medication. The only ones not here were Natasha and Peter. She had to be taken to the med bay for further testing. Tony refused Peter to enter the meeting. Wanda knew why through the security feed of the events that transpired. Natasha fought against whatever you were doing to them. Then you ran. Vision told the group you wished not to be followed. Like hell, that was going to happen. Tony groaned. “I feel like I’m hungover,” he said. “I hate this feeling. It’s why I quit drinking.”

“Shit was unnatural,” Sam shivered. “Felt my blood was betraying me.”

“And I’m guessing you and Natasha had no idea about whatever this is?” Maria asked. Wanda shook her head. There were moments when Wanda would accidentally venture into your mind. It was never on purpose, but she never saw this. Either you never thought about it or hid it away from her.

“What do we do?” Bucky asked. “She’s alone and probably terrified.” Steve rubbed his hands over his face and ruffled his head.

“The correct course of action would be to report it to Ross.” Yelena scuffed and shook her head. “What is it?”

“We all know what will happen to her if this gets out,” Wanda squeezed her hands into a fist. Ross and the council would throw you into the RAFT like they tried to do with her.

“What do you purpose, Miss. Belova?” The younger Black Widow locked eyes with her. Natasha liked to joke that you made Yelena soft. The Blonde became an aunt to you so effortlessly no one batted an eye.

“We do not report it, and we keep here where she is safe.”

“And what if this happens again?” Tony questioned. What if she loses control and this happens again?” he raised his arm with the IV in it.

“She is my daughter,” Wanda finally said. She’s family, and we don’t turn our backs on family. If she gets her powers under control, then she can stay here.”

“How do we train her?” Bruce questioned. “I have never seen anything like this before.” Wanda sighed. She sat at a table with an android who was given life by a stone, a man who turned into a Hulk, and two soldiers from World War 2. They were all definitions of ‘never seen anything like this.’ But for some reason, you were the abnormality - the one unable to get her powers under control. It was out of fear - they were terrified of an 18-year-old girl.

“Then I have another option,” She spun around to see Natasha. She looked paler than usual with dark circles under her eyes, but she was awake, alive, and standing.

“Nat, shouldn’t you be resting?” Wanda asked, standing up to approach her girlfriend. But Natasha waved her off and walked over to the table - hands resting on top of it - as Wanda sat back down.

“If we all agree to keep what she is capable of between us, then I have an idea. " At first, no one said anything, and Wanda held her breath. Finally, one by one, they all agreed to keep your power a secret. “Then I think we should send her to Xavier.”

“What?” Wanda exclaimed. “You want to send her away. She’s going to think we are abandoning her.”

“But we aren’t,” Natasha glanced at Wanda, then looked back at the table. “She’ll return to us when she can’t hurt herself or us.” Wanda wondered if Natasha was referring to the headaches. Slowly, the redhead put her hand over Wanda’s. “What other options do we have? Xavier can help her.”

Wanda wanted to argue that there were a number of options if they just took a moment to think and did not let dear cloud their judgment. But Wanda finally took a good long look at her partner. Natasha looked shattered, like a piece of her was missing. It reminded Wanda of a time after Ultron or the night Natasha opened herself up to her and relived every painful memory of her past—a past that was haunted by a man who controlled her—just like you did.

Sighing, she squeezed Natasha’s hand. “FRIDAY, can you locate her?” The AI was quiet for a beat.

“Yes, it appears there is a heat signature that matches your daughter’s physical build in the North Woods. I can send you the exact coordinates, Miss. Maximoff.”

“Send them to me too, FRIDAY,” Wanda went to protest. “She’s my daughter too. This doesn’t change that.”

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You weren’t sure where you were going. You ran to the forest that surrounded the compound and kept walking. No phone. No money. No plan. You tried so hard to keep it under control -to be normal. But you should have known life was very unkind to you. The cherry on top was it started to rain. You put your hood up and kept walking. The clothes you wore became soaked but you deserved it. This was the least of your worries.

The world pitied you as you stumbled upon a slight covering. You sat on the dampened forest floor with your knees to your chest. This was fine, you tried to convince yourself. This wasn’t the first time you were alone and had to find a new family. But it would be better for you to be alone.

Suddenly, a small chipmunk ran from the bush next to you. You were startled but curious as the creature moved toward you. You held out your hand but fell into your trap. With your hand outstretched, the chipmunk began to tremble. Then, the animal floated in the air, twitching unnaturally. It reminded you of a marionette.

You clenched your jaw but kept your eyes trained on the creature under your control. You wanted to face the monster that you are. Fingers remained in an invisible grip while you puppeted the creature’s veins and blood.

Once upon a time, you discovered a book about your ability. The author called blood-bending a forbidden and lost art. This wasn’t an art. This was an invasion. Your hands were inside everything, able to twist the most scared parts of any living being without consent. “I can feel it,” you muttered, voice hoarse. “The rhythm. Every pulse. Ever desperate little beat.” It came naturally to you, like breathing or walking.

Finally, you released the chipmunk. It fell in a heap, skittered a few inches, then collapsed again. You stayed put, not moving to help it. You looked away and rested your cheek on your knee. “I hate this,” you weren’t sure what you were referring to - the power, the chipmunk, or yourself.

Sighing, you closed your eyes. It wasn’t long till footsteps approached you. They belonged to Natasha. You knew it was her by the way her heartbeat and blood flowed through her veins. Like a fingerprint, everyone’s circulatory system was different. “No one has ever fought against it before,” you whispered. “I’m impressed even though it could have killed you.”

“Was your intention to kill us?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I just wanted the headaches to stop.” You wrapped your arms tighter around your legs. Wanda approached you on the other side. You liked the way their heartbeats complemented each other. They were soulmates in your eyes. “Is everyone okay?”

“They are,” Wanda answered. “Confused but okay,” she sat next to you - close enough for you to feel presence but enough space to not feel claustrophobic. “Can you tell us what happened back there?”

You kept your eyes closed. “I could do it since I was young. I think I did it subconsciously on my brothers as a little game when I was a kid. The headaches come when I don’t use it. The longer I go, the worse they are.” Finally, you opened your eyes. “I killed my family by accident,” you admitted. “My parents thought I was faking the headaches to get out of school. They were yelling, and I just snapped. I tried to wake them up, but they wouldn’t.”

Natasha finally sat down. “The police thought a home invader came in, killed my parents and brothers, and kidnapped me. Somehow, what truly happened that night was found out by The Syndicate.”

“They wanted your ability to help them,” you nodded. That was always your theory. Natasha said your name with a sigh. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I was so scared,” you felt tears running down your cheeks. “I thought I had it under control, and if you found out the truth, you’d make me leave. I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want you to know I’m a monster,” a sob left your mouth. Your body shook from the mixture of the cold or exhaustion. Tentative hands touched your shoulder, and you leaned into Wanda as the witch hugged you. “I’m so sorry,” you sobbed against her skin. They let you cry. They let you scream. At the moment, no words were going to help calm you down. Finally, your tears turned into quiet sniffles and hiccups.

Wanda cupped your cheeks in her hands. “You are not a monster, my sweet girl,” her thumb drew patterns against your reddened cheeks.

“I am,” your voice shook. “I killed my family. I almost killed all of you.”

“You have an ability that needs to be trained and managed,” Natasha said. She made no move to get closer to you. “These events were accidents.”

“Am I in a lot of trouble?” you asked. They were silent, and a quiet conversation passed between them. The longer your question went unanswered, the more anxiety filled your bones, and your heartbeat increased.

“Technically, no,” Wanda finally answered. “No one besides those in the compound knows what happened. Everyone agreed to keep it within the house.”

“Your confession about your biological family stays between the three of us,” you glanced at the Black Widow. She tried so hard to mask her true feelings, but you knew the truth. She was terrified of you. It was the way her heartbeat. Her adrenaline was through the roof. “You need to get your powers under control so the headaches stop and this never happens again. There is a school that helps.”

“You are sending me away,” you panicked.

“It is not permanent,” Wanda forced you to look back at her. “Only till you get your powers under control.” But if you never could?

“We are a family,” Natasha said. “This doesn’t change that.” You desperately wanted to believe her. You nodded and burrowed your face against Wanda’s shoulder. Everything was going to be different now.

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6 months

“Are you ready to go home?” Professor Xavier asked. You nodded, staring patiently out the window for any sign of their car.

You arrived at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters 6 months ago. When Natasha and Wanda dropped you off, you were determined to hate it here. But like at the compound, the other students and teachers here broke down your walls. You found another family in the other misguided individuals.

It was hard work, but Xavier helped you control your powers and manage your headaches. During your time here, you only spoke to Wanda constantly. Peter would send you texts every few days, and it was even rarer to hear from the other members of the team. Not hearing from Natasha constantly hurt.

Wanda tried to explain the Black Widow’s odd behavior. Deep-rooted trauma from her past, when a man believed he had a right to her body. Using your powers brought up unpleasant memories for her and, no doubt, Yelena. But Wanda told you Yelena was one of those who advocated for you to stay at the compound. That made you feel a little better even though you still felt awful. Guilt and regret were a constant feeling.

“Thank you for everything, Professor,” you faced the man. “I will forever be grateful.” He waved his hand.

“Nonsense, child. You have been a delight,” that was further from the truth, but it was a nice compliment. Xavier took your hand. “You will always have a home here. Whenever you need one.” You frowned slightly. Why was he saying that? Was there something he knew that you didn’t? Was Natasha and Wanda not coming for you? Xavier smiled. “Ah, I do believe your ride is here.” You looked out the window and saw a car drive through the past and up the long driveway.

Without another word, you ran out the front door to meet them. The car stopped, and your heart was pounding against your ribs. Finally, Wanda got out of the passenger side. It was like you could finally breathe normally again. They kept their promise and came back. “Mom,” you broke out into a run and hugged her. The force lifted her off the ground.

“Oh, my sweet girl, how I’ve missed you so much.” Wanda hugged you tighter. “Here, let me look at you,” you allowed her to take a step back. “You’ve cut your hair.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Jean said I needed a change. Do you like it?”

“I love it,” she grabbed onto your forearms. “They’ve been working you hard.” It was true. While Xavier worked on your powers and the mental side of everything, Logan and Hank were in charge of your physical training. Angel made sure they didn’t kill you.

The driver’s door opened, and you watched Natasha get out of the car. You met her at the front, approaching her slowly. “Hi, mama,” you whispered. Natasha smiled.

“Get over here, kid,” she said, meeting you halfway for a hug. You missed her hugs so much, and tears landed on your skin, but you knew you were crying too. “I missed you so much,” she said.

“Missed you too, mama,” you whispered. Natasha cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

“Come on,” she threw her arm around your shoulders. “Let’s grab your things and go home.” Home. You were going home with your moms and couldn’t be more excited.

The past and future were out of your control and a little scary, but with your family by your side, you were ready to face the present.

[half-dead-writer]

Hello! Could you do a masc (gn is okay too!) reader with Boom Shadow where reader is a minimum wage worker (probably works at meh burger or some cheap store) and Shadow falls head over heels for him? Straight up love at first sight. Like it's completely one-sided and he's really embarassed about having a crush on some random guy (of all people lmao) but he tries his best to befriend him. It's based on a trope i have with my OC and i thought it'd be fun to see how someone else would interpret the dynamic! (If possible, maybe Shadow successfully asks him out on a date at the end?)

Author's Note

ty for that fun request!! :3 I had a masc reader in mind for this one but once again I couldn't fit the masc mention anywhere so it kinda turned out gender neutral lol idk if I made him too dramatic but I hope you enjoy it anyway! i don't really know how to call this format, it's like a fanfic but also loosely written, like in headcanon form oh well, whatever, it exists

Favorite Employee

Shadow keeps coming back to Meh Burger, but not because of the food.

character: Shadow The Hedgehog (Sonic Boom) words: 2,386 reader: gender-neutral (intended to be masc) warnings: none, I think?? slightly suggestive at the end but nothing bad

How did that happen?

Shadow would've never indulged in his craving for a burger if he knew what the day would bring.

But today, the ultimate life form entertained his stomach's demands, chaos controlling himself right in front of the cursed place.

He knew the citizens well, at least from afar. So the moment be laid your eyes on you he knew you were a new face. He hardly cared for newcomers, but something about you, your clothes, your attitude, seemed to draw him in.

Of course, he ignored the feeling at first, placing confident strides towards the counter.

His sharp voice cut through the silence. "One burger."

Whatever your response was, be it dull like the rest of the place, kind, or even shy, the mere sound of your voice as you handed him the bag with a burger inside, telling him the amount of money he owed, felt like a gut punch to his entire being. On the outside, his face remained hardened, but the frown he usually wore started to show a different emotion. Surprise? Confusion?

He grabbed the bag after paying for it, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The cave did nothing to calm down his beating heart, his eyes hardly focusing on the glowing markings adorning the walls.

Why was this happening?

The hedgehog looked at the bag in his hand, fingers clutching the paper so tightly it caused creases to appear on it.

Even run-ins with the blue hedgehog didn't leave him so... exhausted? Like he was on the verge of falling down.

That stupid face of yours was etched into his brain, worming it's way into his thoughts.

It was all stupid.

He felt... anger.

Initially, he thought it was directed at you.

But the deeper he dug, he realized the anger was stemming from seeing himself as weak.

How could he react like that to a random Meh Burger employee?

It was embarrassing. And he couldn't even figure out why.

Struggling to confront his emotions, he carefully unwrapped the packaged item. The presence of the object reminding him of events that transpired moments ago.

He wasn't even hungry anymore.

Safe to say, you started to notice his face in the crowd more often. Always the same order, at the same time.

Shadow was not known for his predictable behavior, but from experience, you could swear he'd always be there to get his food on time. You always made sure to prepare the bag a few minutes before his arrival, starting to notice the approval in his poker face as he received the item. You had no idea about the sickening butterflies appearing in his stomach each time his hand brushed against yours as you passed him his order.

Every meeting of yours was simple. Shadow appeared to get the order. Took the goods. Then teleported back. No conversation exchanged besides except for the transaction.

Until the one time you got to work late and the first thing you saw after arriving there, was the ebony hedgehog, arguing with your coworker, Dave.

"This one is insufficient." His piercing gaze bore onto the burger as if trying to make it disappear. Some poor excuse of sustenance, not even served by you. "Where's (Y/N)?" He knew your name by heart now, catching a glimpse of it on your name tag.

"Sir, we ensure you all burgers are of the same quality. Fresh from the freezer." Dave explained, dead eyes staring back at the clearly annoyed customer.

"Not what I asked, fool." His sight narrowed, already impatient with this fruitless conversation.

Another lavender shirt with yellow leaf-markings came into his view, this time not as infuriating. You.

He felt the need to flinch but stood his ground, not moving a muscle as you approached closer.

Obviously confused, you asked about the commotion.

Shadow remained silent, glaring at Dave. He didn't have to explain himself.

"This guy asked about you." He shamelessly pointed at the hedgehog. "I'm taking my break." And then he was gone.

Your eyes met with his in a silent question.

Shadow wanted to speak, but no words were coming out. Why did he feel like was not the one in control of the situation?

It was hard for him not to sound like a fool when the reason for his annoyance was him not seeing you.

"I didn't like his attitude." He mumbled an explanation. It was close enough.

Seeing the smile appear on your face after was worth it.

It was official. You were a better employee than Dave. Which of course, wasn't a surprise, but it still fed your ego a bit.

You took the bag left by Dave, passing it over the counter.

Shadow almost hesitated to grab it, his brain flooded with several thought processes. Should he add something else?

The hedgehog slowly took the object out of your hand, fingers lightly brushing over your own. The contact was the final push for him to spill out the words.

"What time do you leave work?" His question sounded more intimidating than he planned to, the rushed rumble in his voice coming out almost like a growl.

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. Then quickly recovered, reminding yourself he waited for an answer. Looking at the time, you responded truthfully, be it curiosity, genuine fear or lack thereof.

Without breaking the eye contact, he asked, or more so commanded you to arrive at the destination and time chosen by him.

Without even waiting for your response, the last words you heard before him disappearing were "Don't be late."

And just like that, he was gone. Leaving you with... possibly a life or death situation. You really weren't sure whether the guy was asking you to hang out, or planned to murder you where no one could find your body. As a newcomer, you didn't know much about Shadow, but from the passing conversation, you knew he was not a creature to mess with. Why would he out of all people invite you to a hang-out? That question haunted your mind for the rest of the shift, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't interested. You had to know what was the hedgehog's deal, even if it killed you. Possibly, he wouldn't. By a stretch, you were his favorite employee, after all.

Shadow did not need to hear your response. He teleported somewhere calm where he could gather his thoughts. He didn't think he was able to hear the rejection coming from your mouth.

If you didn't accept his offer, you wouldn't show. All that was left to do was to wait for the time of the meeting.

Panic was not something he experienced often. Even fighting with the toughest foes was not as stressful as talking about his feelings. But at this moment, the place inbetween waiting for you to leave work and the meeting, Shadow couldn't escape the churning in his stomach. The dread reaching up his spine as he thought of his next course of action.

Shadow did not have a plan yet, but one thing was clear. He wanted you to stop invading his brain and making him feel distracted, weak. Wanted you to give him the attention he deserved. Wanted you.

Multiple scenarios played in his head, wanting to be prepared for every possibility. You running away, rejection, at worst, maybe laughter. None of them were positive, but he had to make sure he'd be able to accept the outcome, no matter the response.

He was rehearsing what to say in his mind. Wondering if he looks presentable. Checking the time over and over (he was not gonna be late). Picking where to stand so the lighting makes him look cooler, even if he wouldn't admit to that part. Everything had to be on his terms if he was gonna lower himself to be... vulnerable.

The time passed quicker than he'd like. He was already at the place, watching from afar, noting any movement that his eyes could catch. And alas, he had noticed your silhouette, approaching the meetup spot at the agreed on time.

He teleported behind you, earning a startled yelp that made a subtle smirk appear on his face for a moment.

“You’re late.”

You weren’t. It was just his way of managing the emotions threatening to rise to the surface.

Opening your mouth to respond, Shadow beat you to it and spoke first. He didn't wanna waste any time.

“Why did you smile?” His tone was flat, but the question held weight. “Earlier. When I said I didn’t like his attitude.”

He didn't know how else to ask "Do you like me?" without saying it out loud. He had to get some information before proceeding with the heavier stuff.

You hesitated for a second. Did he really have to get you out here just to ask that question? You decided to tell the truth.

“Well… it was nice to be appreciated.”

That caught him off guard.

His eyes widened slightly, just enough to be noticeable. His posture tensed, but not out of anger.

You gave a small shrug, trying to play it off, but the warmth in your voice betrayed you. “Nobody really notices when you do your job right. You noticed.”

He spoke after a second of suffocating silence. “That wasn’t the intention.”

You gave him a wry look. “You almost started a fight over a burger. Kinda seemed like it?"

His eyes narrowed, something in his expression shifting. His angry defensiveness was still there, but something else also shined through his attitude. Almost like he was... flustered.

“It wasn’t about the burger.” He grumbled, his voice keeping it's harshness. The questions were too much to bear.

“Then what was it about?” You couldn't stop the question from escaping your lips.

He looked away. Not down, but to the side, like your gaze was too much to handle. You could see the war behind his eyes. He wanted to retreat, teleport out, pretend this never happened. But he couldn't. His pride wouldn't let him.

“It wasn’t about the food. It was about you not being there.” The stiffness showed in the words that came out. Clearly, he wasn't used to spilling his thoughts like that.

You didn't know how to respond. Seeing your surprised and mildly confused expression, Shadow decided to continue.

"It shouldn't matter. Your absence should not distract me. And yet," he sighed bitterly, disappointed, more so at himself. "I can't get you out of my head."

His eyes returned to meet with yours with intimidating intensity. He took a step closer. "It's pissing me off."

You almost held your breath as the hedgehog approached, quiet yet heavy steps heading your way.

He stopped just a foot away from you. The silence between you both felt too loud, the lack of any response from him only adding to the rising tension in the air.

You swallowed, trying to make sense of the situation. “So… you like me, and that’s the problem?”

Shadow's cheeks get warmer, not used to such intimate matters in regards to him. It was uncomfortable.

“I don’t like you,” he snapped quickly, like a knee-jerk reflex. Then paused. A realization. “…I mean- I don’t just like you.” He mumbled the last sentence.

“I don’t know what this is. I don’t even know what I want from you,” he kept talking, not because he wanted to, but because now that the dam got broken, he couldn't stop. “I don’t even know why it’s you. But I can't keep pretending like it doesn’t affect me.”

Your silence stretched too long due to pure astonishment, hearing the raw sincerity in the hedgehog's words, and the hope for him to say something else

Shadow just stood there. His eyes searched your face, scanning for some sign, anything, that'd show him you weren’t about to laugh, dismiss, or worse, pity him.

But in that long several seconds, you were still quiet. Shadow was not satisfied with your "um"s and "uhh"s as you looked for a response that'd convey your opinion clearly.

His patience ran out prematurely and he took a single step back. Jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides, and voice filled with furious apprehension, barely keeping his cool.

“I didn’t say all that for nothing. You heard me. Now you deal with it.”

There was no warmth in his tone. Only a brittle edge, barely holding together the storm beneath it. He wasn’t angry at you. He was bracing himself. His harsh words were a desperate plea for you to do something.

Any hint of you reciprocating, be it approaching closer, a soft smile, physical touch or telling him about your feelings would give him the push he needed.

He'd close the leftover distance between you two, gaze locked into your eyes, your face, your lips. As if in disbelief. Adrenaline coursing through him like he was in the middle of a battle. Now that his emotions were fully on display, he had a hard time stopping them. The need to make you his. To express it.

He leaned in even closer. There was no doubt what the motion meant. He was about to kiss you, yet still gave you time to reject his advances, almost like a challenge.

When you didn't pull away, his lips finally pressed into yours.

The relief was immense, pulling his emotions out like a magnet to the surface. The kiss wasn't aggressive, but it was filled with restrained desire to devour you, now that he finally won.

Alternative take: if you'd be bold enough to kiss him first as your response (or showed obvious eagerness after he kissed you first)

One moment he was staring at your pretty face, next he felt the pressure on his lips.

It took him by a surprise, making him lose his cool for a second.

But as you showed him the extend of your approval, he quickly recovered, palms clinging to your sides, pulling you even closer.

Depending on your input, the kiss could get way more heated. You got this boy in the bag. Or vice versa.

As you parted ways, Shadow's expression was less guarded. He wore a satisfied smirk that went well with the gleam in his eye.

You were officially his.

[sonicssweetheart]

can I get some movie Sonic x reader relationship head canons? being the main character I barley see any fics of him :( 💞

sonic x gn!reader || relationship head canons .ᐟ.𖥔 ݁˖

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings: none! sfw <3

🎐 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀ ⋆. 𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆ ⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒🎐

— crush stage ;

this boy is NOT non chalant. he couldn’t try even if his was life was at stake. whenever you’re around, even if you were simply standing there minding your business, he would just stare, absolutely dumbfounded. fondling with his fingers, he would think of anything to say in order to talk to you. later on that day, he would begin to stress if he bothered you, which just ends up him in him invading again as a means to apologize.

he still wants to be subtle in ways, which to him means to gift you random little things. on multiple occasions in one day, where you were visiting the wachowskis home, sonic would zip to you, holding some little trinket with a warm smile on his face. they were always things like your favourite animal as a keychain, sparkly rocks, colourful hair accessories… just random things. of course, you would never turn them down, taking them with a huge smile and putting them to use immediately. sonic would feel so proud of himself, where you would catch him giggling to himself in his room later on.

his confession was messy & sweet, and it took place plainly in the backyard of his home while you two laid under the stars. he just rambled like time was endless, spilling out how he thought of you and how these feelings were so new to him that he didn’t know what to do. his voice was shaky as he tried to look at you — but you made him so nervous that he mostly stared at the sky. when you reciprocated unexpectedly, he had to confirm with you multiple times that you were serious. he hesitantly moved his hand over to brush his pinky against yours, and you two laid there in comfortable silence for awhile.

— little things ;

shaky voice when he speaks to you — nervous boy <3

talks to longclaw through the stars at night and asks if she thinks that you feel the same

assumed his feelings were a yearning for a new teammate rather than romance, but he quickly realized the latter when tom had to break it to him.

catches himself staring a lot. kind of like a baby staring mindlessly at a stranger. when you catch him, he tries to play it off cool. it’s not cool.

— relationship ;

now that you two are official, he will brag about it or bring it up anyway he can, especially with knuckles and tails. they could be talking about a whole different subject, and he would find a reason to bring your name up whenever he can. additionally, tom has to hear his rambles 24/7. he will just go on and on how you make him feel, how he can’t even explain it, but continues to explain every time. sonic will talk his ear off until tom has to politely tell him he’s getting a headache 😭. but, ultimately, tom is extremely proud that sonic found someone who understands him. as a plus, you’re always invited over since he knows how much you guys enjoy the others company.

very very very affectionate, especially physically. he cannot go one day without cuddling you at one point or simply just laying with one another. he adores snuggling up on you, his head laying on your chest with his arms wrapped around you and one leg draped over yours. he falls asleep constantly like this, snoring loudly and definitely pooling drool onto your shirt. it’s hard to be annoyed, though — considering these are rare times for him to be so peacefully relaxed. also, he’s very similar to a cat. one slight shift of your leg or arm will jolt him awake, his ears folding down in annoyance and readjusting for another 3 minutes. besides sappy cuddling, physical affection to him are the simple actions like holding his hand while doing something independent, him laying his head in your lap, or nudging you with his elbow when teasing you. effortless, yet it completely consumes him.

he is biiiiiig on acts of service, he just wants to do everything for you all the time. need to pick up something from the store? he’s got it. need to drop something off to someone across the city? done. just need a glass of water from the kitchen downstairs? stay put, he’ll take two seconds. sometimes it isn’t his greatest attribute — considering you would like to do things for yourself once in awhile. when you bring it up to him, he explains how he just wants you stress-free; it makes him relaxed when you’re relaxed. again, it’s hard for you to hold it against him, since all that boy has in his heart is love. if you were to be stressed out due to school/work/etc, he would do anything he can to make things easier for you, whether it be taking care of your meals, doing laundry for you, maintaining a clean room… he would do anything and everything to keep you at peace.

— litttle things ;

he loves cheek kisses. randomly sneak one as you walk by and he’ll freeze up and giggle to himself.

takes you to silly little cafes, specifically cat cafes. you can’t tell if it’s because he thinks you love cats or because he loves cats.

gets a teensy bit jealous when you talk to knuckles, simply because he’s convinced knuckles is “manlier” than him.

whenever he’s angry he will distance himself from you to avoid snapping or giving you attitude. locking himself in his room or dashing somewhere unknown are his go-to’s.

“can we go on a walk?” “y/n, i really want a pet.” “your hair is so nice. do you know that?” “ *random facts* “ — things you hear daily from him.

[mindless-existence1]

Summery: While out on the town Shadoe calls Sonic pretty, which leaves the blue hedgehog quite flustered.

Authors note: Omg thank you angelpon_owo on Instagram for letting me base a fic off this amazing video. The animation is so beautiful and I love the video I hole you enjoy the fic (if you read it ❤️)

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The sun was shining bright and warm with a light breeze, perfect weather for a run between 'frenemies'. A day on the town sounds a bit too romantic for two hedgehogs just getting out the arch enemies stage. But that's exactly what they were doing.

Originally Sonic had convinced the bruding hedgehog to go on a run, but it evolved into "we're out anyway and its lunch time lets get food." But then Sonic saw something in a store he just had to have, so they took a trip to the shop.

At the beginning of the day Sonic had told Shadow that he invited the others but no one else could make it. Which was true, but what Shadow didn't know is Sonic hadn't really asked just assumed they couldn't make it.

So what if Sonic wanted an excuse to spend the day with Shadow....alone....on something that's basically a date. In all honesty Sonic didn't mean for it to be as romantic as it is, but he'll take it.

Sad part is Shadow wasn't responding to the blatant flirting like Sonic had wanted. The blue hedgehog was laying his flirty comments on thick this night. But apparently Shadow was either 1. too used to the flirting to react, 2. Doesnt care, or 3. Doesn't notice.

Sonic has started to assume that he didn't even notice from how obvious the blue hedgehog had been. Straight up telling Shadow he thought he was hot, Shadow had responded with "Yeah its the peak of summer right now, of course I'm hot." To which Sonic slapped his forhead and minorly crashed out when the other hedgehog turned.

Other times like this happened untill Sonic was done with it and decided it was time to let it go. They were sitting in a park together towards the end of day, the two of them were catching their breath. Sonic was talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Shadow pretended not to care but was listening intently. Holding back a chuckle at Sonics stupid puns, every once and a while adding something to the conversation just to keep Sonic talking.

The hedgehogs were getting tired, almost ready to run home. They decided to walk through the town as a way to cool down. Sonic and Shadow passed by a group of girls, one of them excitedly waved at Sonic when she saw him. Although the Great and Amazing Sonic is admittedly kinda tired of fangirls he waved back anyway.

Sonic had brushed off the interaction right after it ended, quickly going back to talking. After a second of talking Sonic noticed Shadow was looking back towards the girl that had waved. A mischievous smirk came to blue hedgehogs face.

If Shadow didn't respond to his flirting he'd back off, but that doesn't mean he can't tease him. "Shes pretty isn't she Shads?" Sonic elbowed him in the side a little with a chuckle. Shadow just rolled his eyes so Sonic looked the other way ready to let it rest.

"So what? You're pretty to."

Shadow spoke without a care in the world, like his comment was just a fact. Sonic felt heat rise to his face, didn't have to be told to know about the bright red blush blooming on his cheeks.

Sonics eyes when a bit wide in shock from the blatant compliment, the blush flooding to the tipes of his ears and shoulders. Sonic cleared his throat as an excuse to cover his face a bit. An awkward breathy chuckle escaping his lips in embarrassment.

Oh god dman it. It wasn't fair. Sonic had been flirting so shamlessly with no reaction at all and Shadow says one compliment and it results in Sonic being a flustered mess!

"Whatever you say man." Sonic tried laughing to cover up the stutter in his words, but of course Shadow caught on.

"What was that?" Oh that damn smirk on those damn lips of that damn hedgehog had Sonic turning a new deeper shade of red.

"Just whatever you know- it's not like I don't like the compliment I do and you're pretty too- not like that! I don't mean you're not pretty-you are- just that sounded kinda romantic and I don't want to make you uncomfortable or think I don't find you attractive. Atractive in a way two bros find eachother attractive-"

There was nothing stopping the flustered rambles leaving poor Sonics mouth. He stuttered over his words trying to find the right ones and somehow digging himself a deeper hole untill Shadow just let out a little laugh and smile. "Whatever you say pretty boy."

Sonic was left with his mouth hung open watching a flash of red and black run off and over the hills. That cheeky hedgehog.

Pretty boy huh? Yeah Sonic could get used to that.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hiii, could I request like the ‘06 gang (Sonic, Shadow, Silver) x reader (platonic or romantic is fine) that’s scared of vaccines/shots since I have to get ones soon and I like shake just thinking about it (I’m really sensitive (idk why) and my arm always hurts way longer than other people’s for some reason)

GRAHH SORRY FOR RANTING I LIKE NEVER EVER DO REQUESTS SO I’M REALLY NERVOUS ANYWAYS THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU DO THIS OR NOT‼️‼️‼️

A/n: dw lol, ur not rambling

Triple S x reader scared of shots

Sonic:

Sonic’s the first to notice your nervousness as you anxiously tap your foot. He gets it, sitting still isn’t his thing either, so having to go through something uncomfortable? No thanks! But he’s not about to let you do this alone.

Sonic want to make sure that you aren't just suffering the whole time, so he tried to keep things light hearted. Making jokes, random distractions, etc to get your mind off the shots. Maybe making you do trivia of him

He’s tossing questions at you like, "What’s my favorite food? Wrong! It’s a chili dog AND cola! Gotcha"

When you reach the clinic, Sonic sees how tense you are, so he offers his hand with a smirk. "It's fine, you can hold on if you need to!" He’s playful about it, but his hand is warm, steady, and there for you to grip onto if you need. He’s always right there, "You got this! Think of it as just a tiny pinch!"

Once it’s over, Sonic doesn’t let you dwell on the soreness. Instead, he’s already planning a day full of fun things. "Hey, I know the perfect way to forget about that shot, let’s go grab some food or go to an arcade!"

He’s all about making sure you end the day on a high note, reassuring you every time you wince. He’ll even make you laugh by pretending his arm hurts too, just to keep your spirits up.

Shadow:

Shadow is the quiet support type. He notices how your usual energy fades the moment you realize you need to get a shot, and he can see the worry in your eyes even if you try to hide it. He may not say much, but he’s not about to let you go through this without his support.

Shadow isn’t big on comforting words, but he has a way of grounding you when you’re feeling anxious. He’ll place a steady hand on your shoulder, looking you in the eyes. "You’re stronger than this. You’ve faced worse." A bit of a tough love guy.

He knows you’re sensitive and that your arm tends to ache more than others afterward. So, he might take some to reassure you that when you get the shot, it'll be okay, and it won't be as harsh as other injuries you've attained.

When it’s over, Shadow stays by your side, silently making sure you’re okay. He’ll help you find a comfortable way to hold your arm, reminding you to relax the muscles around the injection site to ease the soreness. He even surprises you by making tea. If you wince, he might mutter, "hm, humans and your sensitive bodies..." but he'll still massage your arm, it'll probably hurt more than just getting the shot tho tbh-.

Silver

Silver is the most empathetic. He sees how anxious you are about the shot and starts trying to comfort you to the best of his abilities.

He knows fear is a big deal, and he’s very vocal about it. "Hey, it’s okay to be scared!" Silver’s the type to assure you it’s natural to feel nervous, and he offers to be there for you.

Silver tries to create the calmest atmosphere possible. He takes deep breaths with you, even suggesting meditation or some grounding techniques to help soothe you. "Let’s just close our eyes and focus on something peaceful for a minute."

After the shot, Silver feels terrible seeing you in any discomfort, so he’s extra attentive. He’ll offer to massage your arm if you’re okay with it (it's way more gentle than Shadow) or bring you anything to help ease the soreness, will give cuddles to ease the pain.

All 3 of them:

He’s the one to keep you smiling, whether with jokes or challenges to keep your mind busy. He’d bet Silver and Shadow on who can make you laugh the fastest, anything to keep you from focusing on your anxiety.

Shadow’s calm presence is there as a constant reminder that he's there, I mean if he didn't want to be there, he just wouldn't, but he is there. He doesn’t need to say much, but the way he holds your hand or pats your shoulder speaks volumes. He keeps things practical, making sure you know that your strength is what’s helping you through this.

Silver would be the one to say the gentle words that help you accept your fear without feeling judged. If you’re feeling sensitive afterward, he’d be there. "You did amazing. You’re stronger than you think, and you’ve got us all here to take care of you."

A/n: sorry if you expected Archie silver, you’re getting idw

[essycogany]

Radom Sonic Headcanons because I’m bored.

Some may be kind of out there, but here goes nothing.

(Free to steal)

Knuckles and Shadow would randomly meet in unexpected ways and weirdly get along the more they spend time together. They’d be great buds and grow a trustworthy friendship.

Shadow and Knuckles are unfazed by the Babylon Rogues (Mostly Jet) and tends to fight and win against them easily. They’re an unpredictable power house when put together.

Knuckle’s five people he’d trust to watch the master emerald are Amy, Shadow, Vanilla, Espio, and Tails. A few more people could earn their spots on the lists except for Sonic or Rouge. They’re forbidden to be a part of the list for obvious reasons.

Blaze, Espio, Shadow, and Knuckles gets trapped inside a cave and the more magic they use, the more power the cave gains to protect itself. The characters would have to accumulate a stabilized plan and combine their abilities together in order to get out. They’d also have random adventures of their own. Solving mysteries, discovering unknown treasures, and grow more as people the more they hang out.

Rouge and Blaze tries to convince Amy to go on some random heist, but Amy conflicts between having fun and being responsible. Cream eventually convinces her, but the four teens/young adults begs her to stay home. Cream wants to prove herself and become stronger. (But mostly wants to wear super cool outfits with them) Cream would eventually sneak out and follow the girls and they’d have to explain to Vanilla what happened.

If Whisper and Shadow met the first thing she’d ask him is if he was an enemy or a hero. His answer would be, “I am the ultimate life-form.”

Silver and Rouge’s first meeting would be Rouge convincing Silver to steal and Blaze would have to stop Silver from helping her.

When adventures run dry every so often, different characters like Knuckles, Amy, Tails, and others would randomly go on detective missions with the Chaotix (without money help) which would either help them out or stress them out depending on the day.

Silver, Tangled, and Amy’s group in Sonic Hero's would be “Team Bubbles” for no reason other than the three thinking it’s funny.

Shadow and Cream would have picnics every Friday and Cream would give Shadow lessons of the days. She’d be his friend/therapist and he’d randomly pay her a bunch of money. She’d never accept it though and gets on his case about her not needing anything from him, but his friendship. Leading him to pay her anyways. She’d be disappointed but use the money to pay for their meals.

On his free time, Sonic would take long naps that could last 18 hours. Maybe even a week depending how tired he is. When he’s not sleeping, he reads a lot about nature to learn more about plants. He remembers every page number in every book he reads. Also, small random angst, but if Sonic sees a plant dies, his internalizing states are extreme. Everyone around him pretends to not notice for the sake of his sanity. Luckily he manages to grieve properly by playing his guitar or finding new plants to care for.

That’s it! This is all to say it’d be nice to have groups of Sonic characters who’s known each other for a while, just…hang out. Give Sonic a break and let these other amazing characters interact. There’s so many stories to be had with them and I think this franchise could use it.

[nakylvr]

— IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE?

daniela avanzini (katseye) x fem!reader

summary: you start to notice some things changing between you and your girlfriend, but can't seem to pinpoint what. after following her to one of her "deals" you end up figuring it out.

warnings/tags: angst, language, established relationship, dealer!dani au, cheating, arguments, no happy ending

now playing: is there someone else? by the weeknd

i might do a part 2 if people want it, otherwise this is a standalone 🫡

you're not sure when you first noticed that something was off. a little over a few months ago, maybe, if that. you couldn't say specifically. you weren't really looking for it in the beginning. 

it started small, like passwords being changed without your knowledge, phones being screen facing down when you were around, texting “clients” more than the normal amount. you knew once she said you could stop coming to the deals that you knew something was up.

one thing you established since the beginning of dating dani is that you would come along to all the deals. you would sit in the car, never going inside, but you were still there. she reluctantly agreed after a long conversation about it because of her insisting that she didn't want you coming along in general, only to assume every time that you were coming with for the deals. 

she would wake you up in the middle of the night if one of her clients called and was desperate for something, asking if you wanted to come with, but that if you didn't want to she would be okay and text you. there was only one time you didn't because you were exhausted after a long day at work, and she texted you basically every five minutes to tell you that she was okay and that she would be back soon. you were awake after the third text because it was literally within twenty minutes she had left the house. she ended up bringing you back some food and a milkshake from sonic as an apology for waking you up. every other time, you went along. so for her to suddenly out of nowhere say you shouldn't come along anymore, that was the one thing that made you know something was happening. 

you tried not to think of it the first week. you didn't even want to think about any of the different scenarios that could be happening. you would sit on the bed as she left in the middle of the night, wide awake wondering what was happening or would happen with you not being there. your mind first went towards the possibility that she accidentally got into some deep shit and was keeping you safe by keeping you home. that was the best one in your brain, even though it could easily end in her getting hurt, or worse. but, after a conversation with one of your close friends, another possibility was brought up. 

you really didn't want to think of the second possibility. the thought alone made you nauseous and want to cry, and you couldn't go more than five minutes without thinking of it again. you didn't want it to be the truth. you tried so hard to believe otherwise. even past all the late nights she was out, past the “forgetfulness” she had, past the way she brushed you aside at times. 

a lot of the nights when she was out for deals, you stared at the wall trying to decide what you should do. you could up and leave without bothering to talk it out, but you couldn't ever do that. you could try and talk it out with her and see what happens, either getting a lie in response or breaking up. or, you could follow her and see what's going on. you didn't want to have to go to that solution, but the longer it went on, the more you wanted to.

so, you did.

she didn't wake you up when she was asked to go out in the middle of the night for a “deal”, but you would wake up anyway as soon as she got up and started moving around. you waited until the front door was closed for you to get up and grab your phone, slipping a pair of shoes on and following to your own car.

one in the morning, and you're following your girlfriend's car like some kind of stalker. you almost turned around when you thought about how stupid it all seemed. but, part of you was desperate for an answer of some kind. if you were wrong, okay, you would find a way to figure it out. if you were right…you hadn't really thought of what you would do then quite yet. you still didn't want to believe it. you wanted to be wrong so badly. to know you were just overreacting is far better than finding out she was seeing someone else in the middle of the night. 

you pulled into a side street and stopped the car, watching her car stop in front of a house. you turn off your car completely, the headlights turning off as you see her get out and walk up to the house. she disappears inside within a minute, and you let out a quiet sigh. you tap your fingers on the steering wheel anxiously, looking at the time on your phone. if it was a normal deal, she should be out within ten minutes at the max. if you waited this whole time and she didn't come out, then that would be a problem. 

you waited in your car for those ten minutes, resting your head on the steering wheel trying not to panic, losing track of time as your brain went on and on about what was likely happening. when you looked at your phone again, it had been well past half an hour. “fuck,” you curse to yourself under your breath. you lean back into your seat, rubbing your hands over your face trying to decide what to do now. you can't just walk up to the front door and knock, expecting it to open. but you couldn't just sit here and dwell in your car at the same time. 

just when you're unlocking the door to get out, you hear the familiar laughter that you hadn't heard in months. you look and see dani walking out of the house, pulling her hoodie over her head as she stumbles down the few steps to her car. a girl follows behind her, stopping in front of the car as dani gets in. you can't hear what they're saying, too far away to even try and comprehend it, but you can see as clear as day when dani leans her head out the window and kisses the girl. 

your grip on the door handle tightens as you watch the girl go back into her house and a second later, your phone dings. you don't bother looking at it, getting out of your car and slamming the door closed. you don't know what you're doing as you stomp over to dani’s car, all you know is that you have a feeling how this night is going to end.

“daniela avanzini, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you didn't think you’d be yelling already, but when you stop in front of the car and see the surprised look on her face, all you feel is anger.

“yn? what-what are you-”

“don't you even try saying anything right now!” you interject. “this is what you have been doing every other night?!” 

dani stares at you with wide eyes, mouth agape as she tries to come up with a response. she’s never seen you like this before, and her mouth runs dry at the sound of your voice. “i- you have to understand, baby-”

“don't!” you point a finger at her. “don't pull that shit on me! i have been sitting here for the past forty-five minutes worried thinking you were in deep shit with some fucked up people just to find out you're fucking some girl?!” your voice is getting louder and more angry as you yell, stepping away from the car when dani opens the door and gets out. 

“yn, just listen to me,” dani says, but it falls deaf on your ears as she tries to lie terribly. “i didn't- i’m not cheating on you! i would never do that!”

“bullshit!” you take a step back every time she takes one towards you. “you think i haven't noticed these past few months? how you just up and leave in the middle of the night without telling me like you said you always would? how you changed all the passwords for things without telling me? how you don't let me even spare a glance at your phone anymore when you were the one who said this relationship was built on trust? if you lie to me one more fucking time, daniela, i swear!” 

your ranting has dani backing down without knowing what to do. she was dumb to think you wouldn't notice the little things. you were smart. far smarter than her. she was the stupid one for even trying to do it in the first place. “i-” she starts, but can't get anything else out. “i’m sorry,” she manages. “i’m-i’m sorry, yn, you have to listen to me,” she reaches out for your hand, but you pull it away before she can grab you.

“no, i’m not listening to you lie again!” you shake your head. “you have barely even looked in my direction for months, so why the hell should i listen to you?” you ask seriously, your arms flailing in the air. “do you- do you even know how much i’ve done for you these past two years? i’ve done fucking everything! i'm the one packaging your orders for your fucking clients, i’m the one counting all the money and making sure you don't get fucked over during tax season, i’m the one who makes sure that you don't get killed every time we go out! do you even understand that?!” you poke the temples of your head aggressively as you look at her. 

“of course i do,” dani responds, her voice quiet compared to your loudness. “i love you, you know that-”

“do you, dani?” you cut her off before she can continue, watching the way her face drops at the question. “because every time i look at you, it's like you're somewhere else. you don't look at me anymore, you look past me. you-you don't ask how i slept in the morning anymore. you don't l-look at me li-like you used to. y-you don't even talk to m-me unless i s-say something first,” you start stuttering over your words, tears welling in your eyes as your anger fades into sadness. “i don't know what you want from me,” you let out a stifled sob. “i do ev-everything i can, a-and it's still not enough.” 

daniela feels her heart break at the sight of you crying, and it makes her feel even worse knowing she's the cause of it. “i do,” she whispers. “i do, i swear, i do, yn.” she tries to reach for your hand again, a quiet whimper coming from her when you step even further away. “baby, please,” her voice comes out nearing a beg as you shake your head, taking more steps backwards to your car. “yn, please listen to me.” 

“i’m not going to listen to you anymore, daniela,” you wipe the tears from your cheeks. “just- leave me alone. go back to the apartment. i'm going to sophia’s, she already knows i’m on the way.” 

“yn, please,” dani pleads. “please just-just let's go home a-and we can talk this out, okay?”

you shake your head again. “no, daniela. we're not talking this out. you had months to try and talk this out, you didn't. it's not my problem,” you tell her. “don't try calling me, don't text me.” you turn around and start heading back to your car.

you ignore dani calling your name repeatedly as you get into your car and turn it on. you waste no time to drive off, leaving the latina standing outside alone begging for you to come back. you manage to get to sophia’s without crashing due to the overwhelming amount of tears in your eyes, and the second she pulls you into her arms you're breaking down crying. 

in the end, you both slept alone that night. daniela curled up on the couch passing out from crying so much. you slept in the extra bedroom of sophia’s place after staring at the wall for hours on end. she tried texting you throughout the night before she fell asleep, but you didn't answer. you saw the messages and read them, but you couldn't find it in you to answer. 

you wished it was a dream. that you would wake up back in the apartment and everything would be fine. but, when you woke up, you were alone, in the quiet bedroom without her next to you for the first time in two years. 

[twipsai]

ive been wanting to do something like this for a while, so here we go

Silver's straightforward attitude and anxieties: a poorly formatted analysis

Silver's anxiety is something i havent seen talked about a lot, and im really just barely going beneath the surface here -- i hope i did it justice in anyway sfdkSKHJFDSKFH i think about his obvious anxiety disorder a lot

transcript of all the text i added under the cut incase its hard to read for some ppl ^_^

image 1 (source: IDW #8): "isnt really used to banter, got worried he actually offended Sonic"

"he worries a lot about not being useful, because thats pretty much his entire purpose in life. if hes not doing something, he will find something to do (badly) or panic. he gets nervous at the slightest insinuation that he mightve messed up because the last thing he ever wants to do is get in anyones way."

"for how powerful he is and how much shit he talks, Silver doesnt really think very good about himself or his own worth."

image 2 (source: Sonic Universe #82): "its hard to say anything here that i havent already said, its just another example os Silver having issues with his self wroth, and also a lot of his motivation coming from protecting the people he loves (and, more generally, protecting the world), considering a page after this he gets up and completely wrecks the Second Devourer"

image 3 (source: IDW #8): "Silver will take pretty much anything literally. he lacks the social skills to identify when someones being serious bc he grew up completely alone"

image 4 (source: IDW #14): "he cant lie (is both bad at it, and it really just doesnt cross his mind to do so), but he can change the subject"

"he also really doesnt like it when people are worried about him -- almost every time people show concern for him, he tries (and fails) to lie or change the subject"

image 5 (source: IDW #14): "he didnt see anything suspicious about [Starline giving the "vault code"] because he doesnt usually assume people lie directly to him, its just not something that usually crosses his mind"

image 6 (source: IDW #60, TSR interview): "Silver's rudeness, his naivete, misunderstanding of jokes/quips/banter, inability to lie, it all stems from his straightforwardness. its simple, but but oftentimes effective (yes i chose a bad page to showcase when it works, ignore that)"

"Silver doesnt like to beat around the bush or show off too often. go in, defeat the bad guys, get out. it ties in with his anxiety of the future -- time is always of the essence"

"Q: What are some of your favorite items to use during the race?

Silver: [...]but the Jade Wisps' "Ghost" is the only one I like. I can disappear and focus on the race."

"it does make him forget to stratagize and cooperate with his friends sometimes, though, when his first instinct is "hit it until it stops moving""

image 7 (source: Sonic Rivals 2): "im not really going over his bluntness in this, but literally the entirety of Rivals 2 covers that. he doesnt think to hide what hes doing because he knows hes in the right, so he just expects everyone else to know that. he expects people to believe him just because hes telling the truth. he doesnt see why he would have a reason to lie, so he never thinks to justify his actions."

"a lot of this bluntness is also shown in IDW #64 -- Silver cant be stealthy and observe someone from afar to save his life when he knows hes right about them. he really takes no time to explain that Duo is Mimic before Whisper steps in and attacks Mimic, even though if he took the time to talk through what happened, he probably couldve convinced Lanolin of Duo's true nature"

image 8 (source: IDW annual 2022): "Silver has pretty much zero idea how to navigate the world outside of helping other people and saving the world. he is almost constantly in "survival mode" and doesnt know how to handle low-stakes"

"(he sometimes takes casual conversation too seriously because of this)"

"he is constantly worried about the future. to an almost unhealthy degree sometimes, its often all he thinks about. when he knows exactly what to do, he comes off as confident and powerful, but when he doesnt know what to do..."

"...he completely spirals. to him, an uncertain future is worse than a doomed one. not knowing how to fix things is one of the most terrifying thoughts to him."

"if Espio hadn't been here to calm him down, i think its super likely he'd have had an anxiety attack."

image 9 (source: Sonic Generations, IDW #64, Team Sonic Racing, Sonic Universe #79): "like, i truly cannot emphasize enough how he cannot relax. anything can be a threat, and if he doesnt see an immediate one, he will find something that is one. "

"he can rarely calm down, because every second hes in the past is another second he should be saving the future"

"i cant properly showcase it here, but if you run past him in Gens, he'll immediately be on-guard."

"he has to always be looking for the next world-destroying foe, it's pretty much his default setting."

"there are tons more examples of his overt anxiety, but these are some of the more prominant examples."

image 9 (source: Archie Sonic #235): "we even see in the traitor arc in archie how Silver is constantly paranoid. the idea never crosses his mind that there is no traitor, because something is always wrong. hes like a machine built to find a problem with no off switch"

"almost anything can set him off and make him untrusting of anyone, because thats the only way he knows how to live. anything can be a threat in his eyes, and when there is no threat, he will either find one or panic that he cant find one."

"because when you spend your entire life fighting,"

"how else are you supposed to live?"

[blackenedsnow]

IT'S ME AGAIN DON'T ASK WHY AM I HERE AGAIN?!?! I LOVED THE WAY YOU WRITE LIKE OMG?!?? I HAVE 3 IDEAS TODAY YOU CAN CHOOSE ONE OF THEM, OR YOU CAN CHOOSE ONE AND THEN WRITE IT DOWN, YOU CAN DO THE OTHER. IT'S ALL UP TO YOU!!

1-Do you remember the song Guess by Charli XCX and Billie Eillish in Collab? Yes, I have a request for it sooo reader we're so popular singer and shadow was her bodyguard he was her protection yk what I mean who hung out together all the time when they're alone anyway one day at a concert of hers when a group of guys tried to attack the people at the concert and tried to attack her and what was she going to do when shadow wasn't there, she couldn't run away because there were already a lot of people wounded, and suddenly a sword stabbed in behind her, and at that very moment shadow come to the shooting concert..but he was too late. (The man who stabbed reader was sonic and his team btw)

2-yk the comic the hungry hero which is sonic? Okay, I have an excellent second opinion because you can't convince me, that sonic was constantly eating human flesh, especially after Tails died, but after meeting the reader, his desire to eat human flesh increased his desire to eat meat for some reason..was he falling in love with her? but it couldn't have been possible! he couldn't have fallen in love with anyone! He changed his mind until the reader found herself eating human flesh in his house when he intived her and he fell even more in love.

3- Reader and shadow were created for Maria, but Professor Gerald had never paid attention to the reader,maria couldn't convince her grandfather to make reader spend time with her, but the reader was kept in the big glass all the time, and shadow cast doubt on that, After Maria's death, the reader had finally been freed by GUN, she had attack the city which is sonics team and shadow. She had begun to attack the city where the rain and thunder did not stop in the sky...But the color of the sky was mixed with purple and black. Finally, the reader showed herself on top of a large building.. pale skin, purple eyes with light blue pupils, and long, dark violet hair that becomes lighter at the ends,she also has a beauty mark below her right eye.. (The reader a game character named raiden shogun by genshin impact) she said "Inactivity serves no purpose whatsoever." sonics team tried to talk to her but not q moment later they found themselves a dark domain and she was the owner of that domain, she Said "we meet again,shadow." Would he be able to convince her?

project Raiden Ei,her purpose was make people feel safe and loved, after marias death..project failed to save the people and her beloved sister.

forgotten project

WARNING: Violence, emotional conflict, hurt/comfort

PAIRING: Shadow the Hedgehog x Raiden Shogun!Reader

NOTE: You again!! I absolutely love your ideas—thank you so much for trusting me with them again! As for your requests, I’m not super familiar with the first two (though they sound amazing!), but since I’m somewhat familiar with Genshin, I’ll go with the third idea. I know this isn't what you asked for, but instead of "Raiden" I made the reader Y/N. That way if anyone wants to self insert they can. But all of reader describes Raiden!!

SUMMARY: After Maria’s death, you, a forgotten project created alongside Shadow, are freed and seek revenge on the world that failed you. As you lay waste to the city, Shadow steps in, hoping to remind you of your true purpose before it’s too late.

The sky above the city churned violently, dark clouds swirling as rain lashed against the streets below. Thunder boomed in the distance, shaking the windows of the few standing buildings, while purple lightning split the heavens with terrifying force. Chaos reigned in every corner of the city, and in the center of it all stood a figure—cold, unmoved by the destruction that unfolded around her.

You stood on top of the tallest building, the storm your perfect companion as you watched the streets below. Your hair billowed in the wind, the tips glowing faintly as they lightened in color. Your eyes scanned the city as if searching for something—or someone.

“Inactivity serves no purpose whatsoever,” you muttered to yourself, your voice calm despite the chaos. You weren’t here to cause destruction for its own sake, after all. Your purpose was clear: make the people feel safe and loved. But after Maria’s death, that purpose had become twisted, lost in the storm of grief and confusion that overtook you. Your project—your existence—had failed.

And now, you were ready to make them all pay.

Far below, Sonic’s team had gathered, the weight of your presence pressing down on them like a physical force. They’d been trying to contain the damage for hours, but it was clear that this wasn’t just an ordinary disaster.

“What do we do?” Knuckles muttered, scanning the sky as another bolt of lightning flashed overhead. “Who is she?”

Tails shook his head, his eyes wide with worry. “I don’t know, but she’s powerful. We’ve got to find a way to stop her before the entire city gets leveled.”

Shadow stood a little apart from the others, his expression unreadable as he stared up at the building where you stood. Unlike the others, he recognized you immediately, even after all these years. His heart clenched in his chest as memories flooded his mind—memories of you trapped in that glass, forgotten and left behind while he was free to roam the ARK with Maria.

You were a project, just like him. Created for Maria, meant to serve the same purpose: protecting her, keeping those on the ARK safe, loved. But Professor Gerald had never given you the same attention, never let you experience the world outside of that containment. Maria had begged her grandfather to let you out, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

After her death, everything had fallen apart. Shadow had been freed by GUN, but you—had remained trapped, your potential left to fester in the dark.

Until now.

Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles were still trying to reason with you. Sonic stepped forward, holding up a hand, his usual cocky grin tempered with caution. “Hey, look, we get it. You’re upset, but wrecking the city isn’t going to bring anyone back. We can help—”

He didn’t get to finish. The moment Sonic spoke, the entire world around them shifted. The bright city streets, the wreckage, even the rain—all of it was swallowed in darkness. The sky above became a swirling void of black and purple, and the ground beneath their feet felt unreal, like they were standing on the edge of an abyss.

They were in your domain now.

You stood before them, your form as solid as the storm, yet otherworldly in the way you seemed to command the very space around her. You raised a hand, and the air itself trembled with power. “We meet again, Shadow.”

Your voice was colder now, distant, as though you were speaking not just to him, but to the shadow of a past you had long left behind. Shadow stepped forward from the group, his crimson eyes locked on hers. Memories of the ARK flashed through his mind—of Maria, of the years spent protecting her. But you had been kept from all of that, trapped in isolation, your purpose unfulfilled.

And now, here you stood, the embodiment of a failed dream.

“Y/N…” Shadow’s voice was steady, though tension rippled through him. He could feel the power you held, and it was vast—far more than anything he had imagined. “What are you doing? You weren't created to destroy.”

Your gaze narrowed slightly, the storm above rumbling in response. “You speak of purpose as though you understand it, Shadow. But you—just like me—were created to serve. To be a tool. And like me, you were cast aside when you no longer served a purpose.”

Shadow clenched his fists. “That’s not true. Maria—”

“Maria is dead!” Yourr voice cut through the air like a blade, and the entire domain around them shuddered. “I was meant to keep the ARK safe, just as you were. But Professor Gerald never allowed it. I was left to watch from behind glass as you, the favored creation, failed everybody.”

The weight of your words hung in the air, heavy with grief and fury. For so long, you had been nothing but a failed experiment, a project abandoned after the one you were meant to protect was taken from you. And now, in your eyes, the world had to pay for that failure.

Shadow stepped forward, undeterred by the crackling energy that surrounded her. “I didn't fail her. I understand your anger. I understand the loss. But this… this isn’t what Maria would have wanted.”

Your eyes flashed, your hand raising as a bolt of lightning struck the ground between them. The force sent the others reeling, but Shadow stood firm. “I didn't even know Maria as well as you did.,” you hissed, your voice low and dangerous. “You were given the chance to be with her. I was left to rot in that glass prison.”

“I’m not the one you’re angry at,” Shadow said, his voice softening. “It’s not me. It’s not this world. It’s the people who kept us apart. You’re lashing out because you’ve been hurt, but you don’t have to keep doing this.”

Your expression faltered, just for a moment, before the steel returned to your eyes. “It’s too late for that. There’s nothing left for me now. Nothing except this… this power, and the destruction it brings.”

But as you spoke, there was a flicker of doubt in your gaze. Shadow knew that beneath the fury, the pain still lingered. He took a step closer, his voice low. “You don’t have to be alone anymore. I couldn’t save Maria. But maybe I can save you.”

For a long moment, you stood still, your eyes locked on his. The storm above raged on, the dark domain around them swirling with tension, but there was a shift in the air. The anger that had fueled your destruction began to waver, and for the first time, Shadow saw something other than fury in your eyes.

He saw fear. Fear of being alone. Fear of failing again.

And in that moment, something broke.

You lowered you hand, the power that had been crackling around you slowly dissipating. The storm above began to calm, and the purple and black sky started to fade into a dull gray. The domain, you domain, began to unravel, and the familiar cityscape of rain-soaked streets around them.

But you didn’t move. You stood there, your eyes staring at Shadow, as if searching for something—something you hadn’t found in years. “What am I supposed to do now?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

Shadow stepped forward, closing the distance between you. “We can figure that out together. You don’t have to carry this alone anymore.”

The others—Sonic, Tails, Knuckles—watched in silence as the tension in the air finally broke. You, the weapon once created to protect, stood before Shadow, your power still immense but no longer driven by rage. And as the storm slowly died, there was a sense of quiet between you, as though the two of you had finally found some measure of understanding.

For the first time since the fall of the ARK, You weren't alone.

[jamiepaige]

Constant Companions Closeup #1: DYAD

(also on spotify!)

Hello everyone!! It's been a couple weeks and change since Constant Companions, my newest album, was released unto the world, and I've been genuinely blown away by the response. Genuinely, thank you to everyone who's been streaming, commenting, making mashups, changing their pfps and usernames - it means the world to me!

I wanted to give some of that love back with something people have been asking me a lot about - and, admittedly, something I love doing. Song explanations! Deep dives! Dropping the lore! Welcome... to the Constant Companions Closeups...

For the next eleven days, I'll be going into each track one by one and babbling about the process, inspiration, details, feelings, and thoughts behind each one! We're getting sappy. We're bearing our hearts. We're telling unfunny jokes. And we're starting with track one - DYAD (featuring unit.0)!

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Naturally, since this is the first track, it also serves as a great point to talk about my intention with this album as a whole!

I'll elaborate more on this with future tracks, but to me, there are really two main things that define the sonic progression of this album versus my previous work - guitars and vocal synths. Obviously, these things have been present in my work since I first started calling myself Jamie Paige, but Constant Companions is intended to be my overwrought, sappy confession of love to these two things that time and time again have made me simply want to make music. I love rock and I love Hatsune Miku dammit!!!

I had originally written this song in February of 2023 for a game-jam-esque online festival hosted by my friend Loni called HAPPY PARTY TRI, and at that time, I had found myself at a major crossroads. I had put out People Posture Play Pretend and :women_wrestling: the previous year, and while the response was nice, I was feeling listless and lost.

I love singing. I like my voice well enough. I certainly love writing music with lyrics!! But... there was something uniquely electrifying about using vocal synths. Amidst a lot of insecurity and emotional turmoil surrounding the process of making art and putting myself out into the world, it was one of the few things that just made everything feel right. Suddenly, I was making the same kind of music that had touched my heart so many times over.

Would it alienate people, though? Would I lose longtime listeners? Yes, that weighed on my mind more than I'd like to admit, but even more than that... I was worried I'd lose some part of myself, as silly as it sounds. Maybe what I thought was a bridge would become a barrier, and the messages I wanted to send across the gap would never find their way.

Ultimately, I felt that Dyad was the only kind of opener I could've possibly given this album, and a perfect fit for the album's motif. A dialogue between myself, stricken with loneliness and a lack of inertia running in circles, and that synthesized voice (ANRI Arcane my darling), grabbing the outstretched hand and asking a question I already know the answer to -

"Baby, do you know what you wanna hear?"

Yes, it's a love song, but it's not just for a person - it's a love song for the creative impulse, and for the places I wanted it to take me.

im resisting the urge to be jokingly dismissive of myself to diffuse tension but i still need to signal that the emotionally bare part of this is over so pretend im doing a funny little dance Anyways let's talk more technical stuff

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Like many of my songs, Dyad came together from a patchwork of different snippets and ideas I had laying around. The back half of the chorus - "dream together, we can dream together" - originally came from this idea I had jotted down something like 9 months prior, but ended up being a perfect fit for Dyad in basically every way. The verse snippet that I'd written to go with it got reused for a later song on Constant Companions as well! (I say without naming it, as if it isn't literally lifted wholesale from this demo and thus incredibly obvious)

I wasn't originally planning on brazenly quoting the bridge of a Tally Hall song when I set out to write this song, but while toying around with a bridge idea involving a shortened version of the pre-chorus melody, I realized I had inadvertently copied it anyways. I was going to scrap it... but at the request of my dear friend and certified Tally Hall lover Marcy Nabors, I made it an explicit reference. Which I'm fine with, personally! The first CD I ever owned was a copy of Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum my sister bought me all the way back in 2006 - You can pry that sentimental attachment from my cold, dead hands, TikTok kiddies.

Lastly - not really behind the scenes so much as just a shoutout - thank you to unit.0 for the lovely lead guitar work on this song!! He's been a beloved collaborator of mine for many, many years now, and one of the people who ultimately convinced me this direction was the right one to go in, so it means a lot to share this song with him. Go listen to his music!!! Now!!!!!!

That's about it for this song! Not to sound like a fucking YouTuber, but genuinely, if there are any details you'd like to hear more about, let me know and I might made a bonus post at the end of all this. Otherwise, thank you for listening! Tomorrow: Not Quite There, featuring telebasher!

❤️💚

[freyaphoria]

silently obsessive yan!seonghwa … what are ur thoughts 🎤

(i’m ovulating and summer sonic has me 😵‍💫)

You said summer sonic but I'm writing this while wearing a thick coat. Sorry for writing late

Yan!Seonghwa Thoughts

He worships you 🗣

I could just say that and end it because he really worships you

friends to yandere

He noticed something was wrong when he first met you

I mean, who would sneak into someone's house at night and watch them sleep after meeting them for the first time?

not cool

Shame on you hwa >:(

A yandere who has sudden outbursts of anger, so he can get angry all of a sudden when everything is going well

but he would never hurt you

Get used to everyone around you suddenly disappearing or treating you coldly

MANIPULATION!!!!

"Why are you friends with him? Am I not a good friend to you?"

treats you like you're made of glass

That's why he wants to hide you from everything

He has a notebook where he observes and records what you do every day

"9:01_she entered the campus, 9:05_ she sat on the second bench to the right of the building, 9:07_ she took her phone out of her bag blah blah

He knows your favorite things better than you do

You were surprised by how much he knew about you, even though you had just met each other and become friends.

"y/n, what's your favorite food?" "ugh I don't know, i need to thin-" "she likes creamy pesto pasta with sun dried tomatoes." "How do you know this???"

He jerks off every night thinking about you

With the smell of your stolen t-shirt when he entered your house

When he looks at your face next day he feels ashamed

but he can't stop himself

If someone comes up to you and tries to talk to you, go behind you and look at that person as if he's going to kill them

and poof! that person suddenly runs away from you

and never seen again

His growing obsession with you had reached such a level that he had started going to the gym and exercising to suppress the fire inside him

"Hwa, have you gotten bigger?" "oh, I started going to the gym."

He's not one to take big risks or rush, so this obsession can last for years before he takes action

Of course, he will always protect you and never let you out of his sight, but... he won't take you right away

He only has 2-3 friends that he trusts and doesn't feel the need to protect you when you are in the same place

Hi WooSanJoong!

But if San or Woo start getting too close to you, he'll give them a warning cough

"Joong my car broke down on the way is y/n around there, can you check?" "What kind of necessity is there for this? You can find her when you come-" "Joong, I said go and check on her."

secretly leaves roses at your door

When you tell your other friend during the day how much you crave cake, don't be surprised if you come home and see your favorite cake on your doorstep

or be surprised

If something breaks in your house and it is fixed the next day, again don't be surprised

Sometimes you may think you're crazy

Anyway, hwa is a yandere who loves you like crazy, acts secretive and cautious but has sudden angry outbursts

Bye👋🏻🩶

taglist: @aim-blossom @bambisd0ll @oddracha @peqchplvto

[sonicssweetheart]

wowow your blog is so pretty!! may i rq knux and sonic with a cuddly reader? (separate, and if you're okay with doing multiple characters!) how would physical affection look like between them and such,,,,,,

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — OMG YAYAYAY FIRST REQ!! 🩵 and thank you sooo much i rly tried to make my blog look pretty i rly appreciate that you’re a sweetheart :( <3 anyway i hope u like it ! ♡

sonic & knuckles x clingy reader ₊˚ෆˎˊ˗

ᝰ.ᐟ warnings ; none! just fluff <3

. ݁₊ ⊹ sonic .ᐟ

sonic absolutely loves when you’re all over him. it sort of boosts his ego, knowing that he’s irresistible, and of course he’s quick to reciprocate the affection. he could be just standing in the kitchen, and you would sneak up behind him, his name slipping angelically off of your love-rotted tongue and snake your arms around his waist, where he would plaster that sly smirk of his across his face and wistfully spin around to crash his lips against yours; taking your caring hand in his and interlocking your fingers. of course he knew this would make you flustered, he knows exactly how to get you going.

the little things mean the most to him. tapping/fondling your fingers while you both work on something independently, putting his hand on your lower back as he moves past you, fixing a strand of your hair in public where his thumb brushes your cheek, causing his heart to jolt. but if you were to tell him you didn’t feel like being touched for any reason, he would simply observe from afar and say you looked lovely. (leith ross… anyone…)

however, it isn’t rare for our sonic to get a little overwhelmed with constant affection. as much as he loves your touch and will use every excuse to just have his hands on you when you want it, there are times when he starts to bite his tongue and groan.

he is always on the go, whether he’s running or serving as the islands hero, so laying in bed for long periods of time can feel unnatural & uncomfy to him. he would never say anything to hurt you or shove you off of him, but a subtle nudge and squeamish look in his eyes hopes to give you a hint. if not, then he will try and act accordingly;

“why don’t we go out for a bit? i wanna take you… somewhere, i don’t know yet — let’s go!”

but don’t let that discourage you! he’s not sick of you or dislikes your clingy attitude, the boy just needs his space sometimes! at the end of the day, when the moon is high and you’re both drunk off of melatonin, he has you gently sprawled on your shared couch, pressing delicate kisses down your neck and his arm is curled beautifully around your waist — trying to pull you impossibly closer to him, as if you were trying to get away. his thumb rubs circles on the skin which is slightly exposed due to your shirt riding up, and he inhales the sweet scent of your short breaths and whispers of his name. your soft touches persuade him into his last lazy, gentle kisses on your swollen lips before burying his face into the crook of your neck, everything is innocent & in between, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

can we talk about him curling up on you and falling asleep and sleeping so soundly because he knows he’s at peace with you, and if you fall asleep too you wake up to him holding you instead because he wants to return the favour cause he loves you so much ☹️ my shayla…

➜ ┊knuckles ₊˚ෆ .ᐟ

talking about the strong, brooding, short tempered version of knuckles over dumb-as-a-nail version of knuckles, he definitely LOVES physical affection. he would never admit it in public, merely holding your hand, but as soon as you’re behind closed doors he’s a big sook. oftentimes he’s oblivious to your intentions, where you approach him and just burying your face into chest, clearly wanting attention, yet he stands there awkwardly trying to decipher what that means. but when he wants something, he makes it known.

whether it be him pulling you in with one hand by the waist and lifting you up then and there to kiss you softly, or holding you while you lay down on the couch, knuckles is the opposite of nervous. at the beginning of your relationship, he would awkwardly beckon you towards him to hint what he wanted, but that slowly faded as he grew bolder as his desire for you manipulated quickly. though, he still gets nervous from time to time — especially if you take initiative. he can’t help it — he’s so chronically obsessed with you, who can blame him?

on a side note, knuckles himself is probably equally as clingy as you since he correlates clinginess with protection, believing that if he’s always near you and touching you in some way that means you’re safe and feel loved — and that’s enough for him. if there’s ever a day you’re distant, he silently worries a little, but never express that. he will keep an eye on you throughout the day, making sure you’re feeling well and not anxious, sitting a little closer together on the couch so he can at least feel the heat of the pulse on your neck or the gentle scent of your shampoo. ever wondered what it’s like to have someone soulfully connected to you? well there you have it. all in all, physical reassurance is important to him. if he can feel you in some way, physically or mentally, he knows you’re safe, and can love you from both near & afar.

but besides that! he will let you curl up on his chest any hour of the day (his FAVOURITE thing to do when you relax, he believes you seem the calmest & safest) ,hold his hand while you scroll on your phone, play with his spines while he lays there peacefully, laying in bed blissfully while holding each others faces… you have it all with him. knuckles is devoted to you, don’t worry <3

okay but like. imagine coming home after a long day but you messaged him earlier, ‘ long day, need attention:(‘ and he greets you at the door with the softest look in his eyes before he pulls you flush against him, holding your waist with his larger hands and kissing you with such delicacy and pulling away ever so slightly to whisper how much he missed you, barely being able to finish his sentence before he desperately meets your lips again. brushing your hair out of your face gently, pulling your shirt down when it rides up cause he respects you..!!! anyway.