(update From 2025) I Decided To Keep This One Bc This Is My Oldest Work I Post In Tumblr Good Lord Im

Tails and Shadow beef will never NOT be funny to me

dw tho sonic got what he deserved

got some more oldiesss

i severely love these two as well btw,,, so they’re married

AY YO🗣️🗣️

ZONIC THE ZONE COP X READER

( I generally don't know that much about sonic or zonic . Sorry so I try to make a story. Sorry if I get off topic or don't describe sorry )

Zonic the Zone Cop had always been serious about his duties, donning a special uniform complete with a helmet and gloves in his dull metallic blue that contrasted strongly with the bright worlds he protected. His life simply revolved around maintaining order in the multiverse, but that focus left little room for anything else.

You came into his life on one of those routine missions. An anomaly had popped into the No Zone, causing chaos through the dimensions. Zonic needed help. The first time he approached you, it was strictly tactical-you were different, a puzzle he needed to solve. It wasn't long before you discovered you possessed a special kind of power-one that made you both a target of allies and enemies.

The initial tension that had existed amongst you would eventually melt into something warmer. Zonic's serious demeanor would soften whenever he looked at you, your laughter breaking through his walls, and those moments of shared glances turning into something palpable. On one evening with flickering lights from a dimensional portal as the background, you shared stories about your lives.

You had told him about your dreams, about your fears, and about the void that followed you. Zonic listened with a heart that tugged at every word you said; he was impressed with your strength, your resilience. But he also knew what was at stake: his growing attraction to you went against his mission. You were an anomaly, a threat to the multiverse's stability.

When the No Zone finally decided that he was compromised by your bond with him, Zonic was faced with an important decision: destroy the threat you posed or fight for what he had grown to hold dear. It came down to that one final, desperate moment when you unleashed a power you had been concealing. Still pulsating with energy enough to save or destroy all he'd worked for.

"Zonic," you said, voice trembling, "if I am the menace, then I will go. I would not want to bring disarray upon this place."

He shook his head. "You are more than that. I cannot let you go."

For the first time in his life, Zonic found his duties colliding with the intention of his heart. All his life, he had guarded order up to this day, and this emotion was new. Right and dangerous.

You were pitted against the villains who threatened the multiverse in an epic battle. You both combined your skills in the fight against those very forces that Zonic had sworn to defend. The battle was fierce: Zonic fought like a determined hero, while you manipulated your powers to create pathways through chaos.

Just when victory seemed at hand, the multiverse began to shudder. The choice loomed: sacrifice for the greater good or fight against the system he once served. Zonic came to a conclusion.

"I'll take the risk," he said, catching your hand. "We'll face this together."

You two called upon your powers one last time, in that final burst of energy to rebalance creation, but at a terrible cost. Zonic felt a piece of himself get sucked away as the multiverse finally righted itself.

After that, memories flickered like stars of what you had shared. Alone, Zonic stood amidst a void where you had been, his painful reminder. Yet in his heart, love endured—a more constraining force than duty.

He would press on with the quest, but now, with your essence upon his heart, he crossed the obstacles love had, and vowed to protect the multiverse-for you.

Zonic stood on the cusp of the void, the echoes of your existence lingering in his brain. He had so believed in the clear-cut lines and stark demarcations of duty and responsibility. But here, those demarcations were blurred. A heavy feeling in his chest was there to remind him of what he had fought so hard to protect. You were more than just an anomaly; you had become his anchor to a chaotic multiverse.

He remembered the first time he encountered you. It had been a routine mission, one which had become anything but. You were different from anyone he had ever encountered. Your laughter cut through tension that enveloped his serious world. It was disarming. Zonic had tried compartmentalizing his feelings, focusing solely on the task at hand. Yet, every moment spent with you chipped away at the walls he had built around his heart.

And then, as weeks mounted, Zonic learned about your past. You had faced struggles that would have broken others, but you rose with each scar a testament to resilience. He admired that strength. It was something he had never fully understood until he saw it in you. You were not a puzzle to solve, but a force of nature. Zonic had found solace in your stories during the quiet moments, when the chaos of their missions faded into the distance. You'd shared with him your dreams of a world not ruled by chaos, where you belonged. He wished he could promise you that world.

But over him loomed duty, like a storm cloud. The No Zone had its verdict clear: your existence was a threat, a menace to the multiverse. Zonic knew that weight well on his shoulders. He had always chosen order over emotion. But now, faced with the possibility of losing you, everything began to be questioned. Was he really capable of sacrificing what he found? With the thought, a cold thrill ran down his spine.

But when finally the villains appeared, they were unstoppable. Zonic fought hard; his will was stronger than ever. But it was your power that turned the tide. You were carving paths in the chaos. You had become a partner in the best way. Yet as the battle wore on, the multiverse began to shudder once more. A reminder that their bond was precarious. Zonic felt a creep of fear-loss, failure.

In that climactic moment, as you both were unleashing your combined energies, Zonic made a choice. He grasped your hand, grounding himself in the decision he had made. Consequences would be paid together. The power surged, and he felt everything shift. The multiverse stabilized, but at a price: a part of himself was lost now, etched into the fabric of the universe.

Alone, he stood after the battle, his memories of you flickering like distant stars. They were the reminders of what he had sacrificed. Yet in that emptiness, something else pulsed. Love. It pulsed within him, a defiant glow against the shadows of duty. Zonic vowed to carry your essence forward. He would protect the multiverse, not just for order, but for the love that had transformed him. It was a new purpose, a new fight. The mission would still be there, but now guided by your spirit.

shadow is a gay parrot: the comic

(Y'ALL I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO TITLE THIS I'M SORRY LMAO)

Silly book seven sketches ✨

Nocturnal pull☆ミ

Shadow the hedgehog x gn reader

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(ФωФ): established relationship, shodow is experiencing...INSTINCTS!!

i have way too many fandoms i fear

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The night air was cool, thick with the scent of damp earth and the faintest trace of ozone from a recent storm. You sat on the back porch of your shared home, knees pulled up to your chest, watching the stars flicker between breaks in the rolling clouds. The moonlight caught on the edges of wet leaves, casting silver highlights on the grass below. It was quiet—except for the faint, rhythmic sound of something rustling against the wooden floorboards behind you.

Shadow.

You didn’t have to turn around to know he was there. You had long since learned the cadence of his movements—the way his footfalls barely made a sound when he walked, how he hesitated just a second before stepping closer, like he was still adjusting to the idea of sharing space with another. Tonight, though, there was something… different. His pacing was persistent, almost anxious, though he would never admit it.

You sighed and turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of him over your shoulder. He wasn’t sitting next to you like usual. Instead, he was hovering just a few feet away, shoulders tense, eyes flickering between you and the surrounding area. His quills twitched, shifting slightly every time the wind rustled through the trees. His arms were crossed, but you could see the subtle flex of his fingers against his biceps—restless, agitated.

“…What are you doing?” you asked softly.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he huffed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before finally uncrossing his arms.

“…Keeping watch.”

You blinked. “For what?”

His gaze snapped to you, sharp and unwavering, before darting away again as if he was embarrassed to admit it. “…Anything.”

Your heart squeezed at that. It wasn’t unusual for Shadow to be protective—he had long since appointed himself as your unofficial guardian, even before you had started dating. But this was different. The way he was holding himself, the constant flicking of his ears, the barely restrained energy in his stance—it reminded you of something. Something instinctual.

“Shadow,” you said, your voice a little softer now. “Are you…” You hesitated, but the thought was already forming in your mind. “Are you feeling antsy because it’s nighttime?”

He stiffened.

You bit your lip, fighting back a smile. Oh. Oh, this made so much sense.

Hedgehogs were nocturnal, weren’t they? Well, mostly—Shadow had been genetically engineered, so he didn’t exactly follow all the rules of a normal hedgehog, but still. His habits had always leaned toward the night. He was most active after sundown, even when he pretended not to be.

And right now, it seemed like his instincts were in full force.

“Shut up,” he muttered, turning his head away, but the slight twitch of his nose betrayed him.

You nearly melted on the spot.

“Awhh..” you whined, pushing yourself up onto your knees and reaching for him. “You’re all fidgety. Oh my god, are you having one of those little… instinct things??”

“I am not—”

“Oh my god, you are.” You gasped, covering your mouth in mock horror. “Wait. Are you sniffing the air right now?”

Shadow immediately stopped, his nose wrinkling as if he could somehow undo the fact that he had, in fact, been scenting the breeze. His quills bristled slightly, and he turned his back to you, clearly trying to regain his dignity.

You weren’t having it.

“Come here,” you said, reaching for him again. “Let me love you.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“…No.”

You pouted, but he didn’t budge. He was still lingering near the porch steps, his posture tense like he was still resisting the urge to prowl the perimeter. His instincts were telling him to move—to be alert, to patrol, to make sure nothing was lurking in the dark that could pose a threat to you. It was ridiculously cute.

You stood up and stepped forward, slowly sliding your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against the back of his shoulder. He tensed for a moment before sighing, his muscles relaxing under your touch.

“You don’t have to be on high alert all the time, you know,” you murmured.

“I do.”

You hummed. “Even in a completely safe area?”

“Yes.”

“Even though I am literally right here, clinging to you, completely unbothered?”

“…Yes.”

You grinned, squeezing him a little tighter. “You’re ridiculous.”

He didn’t respond, but you could feel his chest rise and fall with a deep, steady breath. He was grounding himself—letting the warmth of your touch settle him, pulling himself back from the edge of that lingering restlessness.

Then, just as you were about to pull away, he did something that made your brain short-circuit entirely.

He nudged you.

Not a normal, casual nudge. Not a bump of the shoulder or an affectionate push. No—this was different. It was small, subtle, but unmistakable.

He pressed the side of his face against yours, just briefly, just enough for you to feel the velvety texture of his fur against your skin before he pulled back.

You froze.

He had never done that before.

“…Did you just nuzzle me?”

Shadow immediately stiffened again, realization flashing through his eyes.

“…No.”

“Oh my god.” Your voice was barely a whisper, eyes wide with delight. “You did. You totally did.”

“Forget it.”

“NO.” You latched onto him again, this time with full force, rubbing your cheek against his like an overly affectionate housecat. “You can’t just do that and expect me to let it go!”

He groaned, attempting to pry you off, but it was half-hearted at best. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re the cutest thing to ever exist.”

“I am not—”

“You nuzzled me.”

“Let it go.”

“NEVER.”

Despite all his complaints, he didn’t push you away. He let you cling to him, let you melt against him in the cool night air, let you press tiny kisses along his jawline until his ears flicked in mild irritation. And, after a long moment, just when you thought he was done being openly affectionate, he did it again—just the lightest, briefest brush of his muzzle against your temple before he muttered, “Go inside. It’s cold.”

You grinned, squeezing him one last time before stepping back toward the door. “Only if you come too.”

He hesitated, casting one last glance toward the dark tree line before exhaling softly. “…Fine.”

You beamed, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the house.

He followed.

The night stretched on, the world quiet except for the distant rustling of trees and the occasional chirp of a lone insect. Shadow followed you inside, reluctantly allowing himself to be pulled along by your hand, though his movements were still tinged with a sort of controlled tension—like a wild animal forcing itself to step into unfamiliar territory.

You knew he was still fighting the urge to go back outside, to circle the perimeter of your home until his instincts were satisfied that you were safe. He had always been like this—hyper-aware, hyper-vigilant, a creature of habit and deeply ingrained instincts that he barely acknowledged, let alone indulged.

But tonight? Tonight, he had already let something slip.

You still couldn’t get over it. He had nuzzled you.

The moment replayed in your mind, making your chest tighten with the sheer force of how much you adored him. Shadow, the Ultimate Lifeform, the cold and composed warrior, had just succumbed to the tiniest, most subconscious act of affection.

And now you had to push your luck.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, you spun on your heel, eyes gleaming with mischief. Shadow barely had a second to react before you wrapped your arms around him again, burying your face against his neck.

He stiffened instantly. “What are you doing?”

“Absorbing your cuteness.”

“Stop that.”

“Never.” You tightened your hold, swaying slightly from side to side, nuzzling into the soft fur at the base of his quills. “You can’t just nuzzle me and expect me to move on like it didn’t happen. You cuddled me, Shadow.”

“It wasn’t a cuddle.”

“It was a cuddle, and I’m going to keep bothering you about it until you admit it.”

His ear flicked in irritation, but he made no effort to actually push you away. Instead, he let out a slow exhale, his muscles gradually losing their rigidity as he allowed himself to stand there, letting you cling to him like a particularly stubborn barnacle.

You felt his head tilt slightly, just enough for him to scent your hair, and that was when you knew—you had won.

You smirked. “You’re doing it again.”

Shadow immediately pulled back, scowling. “You’re imagining things.”

“AM I?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Or are you subconsciously engaging in more hedgehog behaviors because you love me?”

His glare darkened, but his silence was damning.

You gasped dramatically. “OH my god, you do.”

“I am going to Chaos Spear you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You’re right,” he deadpanned. “It would be a waste of energy.”

You grinned up at him. “So you do love me?”

The hesitation lasted only a second before he sighed, eyes flickering away from yours. “…Obviously.”

Your heart melted. He said it so casually, so bluntly, and yet there was something undeniably warm beneath the words. He had never been the type to offer sweet, flowery confessions, but every time he acknowledged his feelings—every time he chose to stay, to let you in, to soften even the slightest bit—it made you fall for him even more.

You cupped his face between your hands, fingertips brushing against the dark fur of his cheeks. He tensed but didn’t pull away.

“Shadow,” you whispered, your voice softer now, more sincere. “I love you, too.”

His ears twitched. He didn’t say anything right away, but his gloved hands came up to rest against your waist, a feather-light touch that spoke volumes.

And then, to your utter delight—he nuzzled you again.

It was subtle, so brief that anyone else might have missed it. But you felt it—the tiny, barely-there press of his muzzle against your cheek, the way his breath fanned warm against your skin for just a second before he pulled away.

It was enough to send your heart into a frenzy.

“…shadow.” you croaked, eyes wide.

He immediately looked regretful. “Forget that happened.”

“NO.” You grabbed onto him like your life depended on it, shaking him slightly. “YOU DID IT AGAIN.”

He scowled, clearly rethinking every decision he had made that had led to this moment. “I didn’t.”

“YOU DID. OH MY GOD, YOU LOVE ME SO MUCH, IT’S KILLING YOU, ISN’T IT?”

Shadow groaned, prying your hands off him as if physically removing you would end the conversation. “Go to bed.”

“I CAN’T.” You were practically vibrating at this point. “I’M TOO BUSY PROCESSING THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE INSTINCTS AND YOU CAN’T HELP BEING AFFECTIONATE—”

Shadow disappeared.

One moment he was in front of you, the next he had Chaos Controlled away, vanishing into thin air with a crackle of red energy.

You blinked at the empty space where he had stood.

“…He’ll be back,” you muttered to yourself.

And sure enough, about ten minutes later, you felt the faintest shift in the air behind you—the softest brush of warmth as Shadow reappeared, moving toward the bed like nothing had happened.

You didn’t say anything at first. You waited until he settled down, until the room was dark and quiet, until he was lying beside you with his back turned, pretending he was unaffected.

Then, slowly, you rolled over and pressed your forehead against his back.

“…I know you like it when I hold you,” you whispered.

Shadow didn’t move, but his ear twitched again.

“…Tch,” he muttered, but after a long pause, he sighed, shifting just slightly—just enough to let you press yourself closer, just enough to let you tangle your legs with his.

And that was all the permission you needed.

With a triumphant hum, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing yourself flush against his back. He was warm—solid, steady, the quiet hum of his breathing lulling you into comfort.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. The night stretched on, and the weight of sleep started pulling you down.

Then, just before you drifted off, you felt it again—so faint you almost thought you imagined it.

A tiny, almost imperceptible nuzzle against the top of your head.

Your heart squeezed.

“…Cutie,” you mumbled sleepily.

Shadow exhaled, resigned. “…Shut up.”

But he didn’t pull away.

i had like 10 people request me to draw them the other day

I-I wanna braid your hair 👉👈 (LOL it just looks so fluffy i can't help it ok 😭)

Idia and Charon in their reunion in chap6, they have a lot to discuss