Also yeah not dead :) lowkey debating making a separate blog for my original stuff and my fanarts⌠lemme know what yâall think, assuming anyone cares at all lmao itâs not that deep
Edit: I just made another blog, check it out if you want :)
I found your stuff on Instagram and I was wondering if I could take some inspiration from your doodles for the au I'm writing? I'll be posting it on AO3 and making sure I give credit is no issue! â¤ď¸âşď¸ I love your art style btw! It's very nice to look at.
Of course, and thank you! Iâd love to see what you make! <3
Just found your page (although I believe I've seen your art before while browsing the Sonadow tag), & I wanted to ask;
Are you going to be posting "You Know You're Better Than This" on ao3 after it's finished, or will you be doing some progress dumps once you make good progress? (I assume it's the first, but figured it's best to ask to know for certain)
You are correct in assuming it will likely be progress dumps. I do want to do some short one-shots and maybe a pseudo chapter one concept? I tend to bounce around and I apologize for that, but itâs the only way I donât get burned out completely on one thing :)
I always think I want to write, but really I just wanna draw the scenes that are in my head, so Iâm working with a friend of mine to help with writing
To Shadow, silence was never an awkward space for him, and honestly was preferable most of the time. But now, finding himself with only him and Sonic with nothing but the sounds of beeping machines and rustling sheets it felt... wrong. Sonic was supposed to fill the space with whatever nonsensical jargon he pleased, Shadow never really paid attention, nor did he realize how much he'd come to rely on it. Now, it was gone, and he wasn't sure what to do. Someone had to say something, and it wasn't going to be Blue.
Some cute fluff and then not so cute angst cause itâs way too easy with these fools >:)
Mostly unfinished stuff cause it was like 1 in the morning when I rushed these out.
About the whole s*lf h@rm thing with shadow, I do have a small splurge abt that
On a similar vein, hereâs a scenario:
Sonic sees Shadow return from a GUN mission one day and he looks rough. Like Sonic has never seen him in that bad a shape before. Quills stuck out at odd angles, blood was matted in several spots of his fur, and his clothes were torn. Sonic approaches and asks what happened and if there was anything he could do. Shadow dismisses him as he expected, but Sonic noticed something odd. Neither of Shadowâs wrists had an inhibitor ring, or his ankles for that matter. Sonic asks where his rings were and Shadow grumbles something to which Sonic wasnât sure he heard correctly. Shadow repeats himself, louder and angrier, shouting that he lost them. Okay so he did hear that right. Sonic didnât think that was even a possibility. In fact, he recalls a conversation between the two from awhile back where Shadow explained he physically cannot âloseâ the rings without removing them himself. Sonic calls bullshit and Shadow is none too pleased. They yell back and forth with Sonic asking where they were and what the reason was. Finally Shadow summons enough strength to chaos control out, but not without a noticeably louder *crack* than usual, and a brighter glow. He was unstable and Sonic knew that, but he didnât know how to help. The best he can do is ask Rouge to talk to him.
Another time after this, itâs been a good several days since Shadow had apparently locked himself in his room. When Sonic finds out he races over to the house and meets Rouge at the door. Sheâs surprised to see him but assumes heâs here for Shadow. She says good luck, he gets like this from time to time, but Sonic pays her little mind. He goes to Shadowâs door and knocks loudly, calling out for him, and telling him he was there and coming in. The door was locked of course and Rouge shakes her head with an "I told you so." Sonic doesnât take this for an answer and busts the door down genuinely surprising Rouge who yells at him. Shadow is on his bed, hardly having flinched and Sonic walks up to him. Heâs shaking and electricity is crackling around him as heâs curled away from the door and Sonic. Sonic gives an "I knew it" and looks at the bedside table before pulling it open and seeing the two pair of golden cuffs Shadow typically adorned. Sonic reaches out to Shadow and gets essentially burned, even through the gloves.
âDamn, right through the glove, so much for those. You hear that Shadow? You owe me new gloves.â
Sonic tries to get Shadow to cooperate but he keeps resisting. It gets to where Sonic is wrestling on the cuffs to each wrist, his gloves ruined and burned through by now. Rouge kinda just watches in shock. (Also she feels terrible about all of this and blames herself for letting things get this bad. She should have checked on him, she should have done something. Sonic tells her it's not her fault, Shadow is responsible for himself, it's not her job to babysit him.) Anyway, Sonic eventually gets the cuffs on Shadow, he having calmed down more every time a cuff is attatched. Well that was more of a workout than Sonic was expecting. He tries to talk to Shadow but with varying success. It's not until Sonic tells Shadow that he knows he's hurting, but hurting himself isn't going to help. It doesn't cancel it out or make anything better, he would know. This catches Shadow's attention. So yeah a little trauma bonding moment I guess. Bittersweet. The next day Sonic finds a small package outside his door, and upon opening it he sees it's a new pair of gloves and burn cream. There's no tag or anything but Sonic knows. Tails is a little confused but honestly has learned not to try and understand whatever the hell Sonic gets up too in his own time.
Just Shadow and Sonic dad antics. I think itâs funnier if Sonic and Shadow arenât like a âthingâ or anything when this happens, so they act like a divorced couple for a good chunk of the time, but they figure it out.