average oc x canon entusiast

-pluto-they/he-18- welcome to the selfship & oc x canon sideblog im annoying here [my main: @literallyneurodivergentandaminor]

[literallyneurodivergentandaminor]

HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET HERE

if you use my art without crediting me i will personally bite your legs off and burn your house

anyway check out my artblog @neur0diw0rmz, my splatoon sideblog @fish-at-fish-fish-resort my scene sideblog @w0rmz-n-gutzz u can also dm me to get my 18+ sideblog

header & icon ^^

also if were mutuals im BEGGING please for the love of fuck tag insects. (spiders dont count please i love spiders)

[ding5151]

Gamzee yumeslop

hi

bye

[gazazabad]

Being aromantic did in fact make me gayer in ways that are beyond comprehension

[fruitycircus]

a quick zine about old console repairs

[deepwatersiren]

I’ve seen some hate for selfshippers and also non sharing selfshippers lately, remember selfshipping is a completely valid and healthy thing to do!!! Whether it’s just for fun or in a more serious way, selfshipping is amazing!!! There is no “wrong” way to selfship and/or engage in a fandom and no one deserves to be deemed “cringe” or bullied because of it!!! There’s nothing wrong with wanting your F/O to yourself and blocking others to set boundaries for yourself and keep yourself happy either. Non sharing and loving your F/O as you would a real person is valid!!!

[postaldudesgothwifey]

Hai hai haiiii does anybody in the Postal fandom wanna be frens/moots ? 0:

Also looking for more self ship moots ^w^ pls feel free to dm and yap away (I'm too shy to dm first)

[w0rmyz]

hiiiii. also @nauseant4xx chekc it

[lovipop]

What selfshipping is like

[shitposting-extraordinaire]

Posts that read wildly differently based on self image

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

I see them everywhere.

[happybunnykat]

"He would not fucking say that" but it's "He would not handle someone having a breakdown in front of him like that."

[happybunnykat]

He would not set boundaries like that.

[happybunnykat]

He would not know those therapy techniques

[happybunnykat]

He would not have that good an understanding of his own sexuality.

[105ttt]

Sir that’s my emotional support unrealistic romantic daydream

[silkboot11]

the last i posted did numbers so, more motivational shadows :)

changed the pen i used lol

[teojira]

[Click Click Boom] [Shadow x Reader short stories]

Summary: You're set to be Shadow's companion to keep an eye on him and keep him in line, a courtesy from the goverment for him saving the world with Sonic and the others.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Can be read as platonic or romantic! Shadow/reader romance is implied though! You're human in this, age is vague but you're meant to be in your 20s.

Disclaimer: Shadow is an adult, and as for the furry debate, he's literally an adult who can consent and is sentient, don't like? Don't read!

A/N: I've literally been obsessed with this fucker since I was a literal child and it's the first time I've written for him!! The trailer yas me going insane. This is written well before the movie has come out, literally all I got to work with is Shadow in the trailer and the bits and pieces of info I psychoanalized so I don't wanna hear shit about it not being accurate tbh, this is self indulgent!!

Shadow isn't the worst task you've been assigned, you both are more akin to awkward roommates more than anything.

I'm talking randomly lingering in the corners of the room, his bright red eyes glowing and they always seemed to be locked right onto you.

You screamed the first dozen times, but now you just glare at the black hedgehog and spit out a "fuck you." and go about your business.

He'll never admit that it brings him infinite amusement, it's hard to tell, but the huff he lets out is evidence enough.

Shadow will never admit he cares for you, he loses everyone he cares for, and humans don't live that long. It's terrifying to think about how much he's come to like you.

He's not nearly as slick as he thinks he is.

You're sitting down at the dinner table, typing away on your laptop, editing the mission report from the other day when Shadow makes his way towards you. Sending him a nod in his direction, you don't think of anything when he moves in close.

A huge slam takes you off guard though, jumping damn near out of your skin as you twist your head to look at him.

"What the fuck-"

"Take it."

It's one of Shadow's guns, his emblem being engraved along the stock.

"What? No, I have guns." You raise an eyebrow at the hog, his face is perfectly still, eyes locking onto yours as he waits for you to grab the heckler.

"Your guns are worthless, you need something better."

"Well excuse me, I so happen to like my guns." You try and joke back, but the offense is taken.

Shadow rolls his eyes so hard you're scared that he's gonna blind himself. Jutting his chin towards the table once more to get your focus back onto it.

"If you have one of mine, I know you're safe." He doesn't elaborate. Not that he needs to.

"...Thank you, Shad."

All you get is a grunt in response, and he's on his way back to his room.

Gingerly picking up the weapon, you take in how pristine it is, a thumb caressing your small initials that you missed on the other side of the stock.

With Shadow saving the world, the reeking of havoc makes it to where he's limited to what he is allowed to do in the public eye.

Not that he listens, he isn't supposed to be out after curfew. But to be fair, it is extremely hard to keep a teleporting hedgehog confined to a meager two-story house.

You can hear him teleport above you, he's on the roofs of the nearby building, leering down at you.

It was a small errand you were on, simply stocking up on the essentials for the house.

Namely, snacks for Shadow, he doesn't ask for a lot other than coffee beans and Doritos.

You are choosing to ignore the fact that he eats the coffee beans straight up, the crunch echoes through your head and it sends a shudder down your spine.

He was adamant against you leaving the house this late, standing in front of the front door.

"No."

"Fuck you mean no?"

"I said no."

"....I don't listen to men."

And you weaved around him to leave the house, ignoring his shout of disapproval.

That leads you both to here now, you pretending you don't see him trailing you from the rooftops as you walk your way back home from the small shopping center.

You feign surprise when he opens the house door for you, begrudgingly sticking a hand out to help you with your bags.

"Oh! Thank you my knight in shining armor~"

"Shut it."

He's never told you his birthday, which you can understand, living for 50 years and not having your family around must be hard. No matter how he may fake that it doesn't bother him.

That doesn't stop you, not in the slightest really. You damn near kick him out of the house for the day, shoving him over to Tom and Maddie's house so he can be with the others. Despite how much he protested.

"I don't want to go over there. Not with that blue fake."

"You don't really have a choice bub, I need you out of the house."

"I don't understand why I have to-"

"Keep arguing with me and I will make it a point to not buy you shit next grocery trip."

It's an empty threat, but he grunts nonetheless.

"...."

"That's what I thought."

When he finally gets home from his long and admittedly overstimulating day with the Wachowskis, he's ready to recharge in his room.

He teleports through the house door, sighing and rubbing at his temples as he moves to kick off his shoes, knowing that if he doesn't, you'd chastise him for not doing so.

Something about tracking dirt and rocket fuel into the carpet.

Whatever.

After trying to massage his brain through his fur, he opens his eyes up to see a colorful banner strung across the mantle.

'Happy birthday!' It screams, in its disgustingly neon color palette.

Shadow wracks his brain for any information of it being your birthday, he knows for a fact it isn't today. A friend you're throwing a party for? Well, that makes no sense, he knows very well you don't have many friends, especially any that you'd invite your house up for.

You're antisocial to a fault, not that he has absolutely any room to talk.

He hears you before he sees you, turning the corner into the living room, carrying some balloons in your hands. A stupid little party hat on your head.

"Shadow! What are you doing back so early?"

Kicking off the last shoe, he stands at his full height, staring into your eyes with a shrug.

"I wasn't aware I had a time."

"....fair enough, anyways, fuck, goddamnit. Stay here. Okay?"

And you're off, running into the kitchen, his ears flick at the slamming of the fridge door, followed by the cabinets being no doubt, hip nudging it shut way too forcefully.

He's awkwardly standing there still until you yell for him to come in.

Shadow has half a mind to ignore you and go into his room, but curiosity kills the cat, so he takes in a deep breath and makes his way to you.

He finds you sitting at the little kitchenette, a nervous smile spread across your lips as you gesture to the plate in front of you.

The smell is apparent, it's a coffee cupcake.

The hedgehog feels his ears flick again, staring down at the desert, then trailing his eyes back to meet your own. Wordlessly asking you what was going on.

"You've never told me your birthday, but it's been a year since you've been here, with me. After the whole trying to destroy the world shit. So since you won't tell me, we can kinda treat this as it?" You keep rambling, eyes flitting around the room, very clearly nervous as to his reaction.

Shadow doesn't say anything, or move even. Just staring down at the cupcake.

It looks amateurish, the frosting is lopsided, and the toppings on it look messy. But you made it for him. You even added a big black "1" candle in the center.

He doesn't know what to say, he can feel heat rush through his body, rushing to his ears and his face, and his fur feels constricting.

What the fuck.

What the actual fuck.

You go to open your mouth again, no doubt to apologize, but he beats you to it.

Moving to scoop up the treat, he gently sniffs it before taking a cautionary bite.

A beat passes between the two of you.

"...it's good."

Shadow does his best to ignore the smile that blooms across your face, not wanting to remember just how pretty he finds you like this.

Disgusting.

Shadow doesn't like touch, you know it, he knows it, and everyone knows it. He's threatened to break Sonic's wrist for even so much as patting the older hedgehog on the back. Baring his sharper fangs and hissing out to not touch him ever.

He avoids group hugs from Team Sonic, avoids Tom and Maddie like the plague, dodging every invitation to be a part of the family, it makes him sick to think about it.

With you, it's a little different.

You're not like them, you don't push him to change, you don't have a problem with how closed off he is, giving him space, never once pushing his very strict boundaries.

Something churns in his chest at the sound of you crying in your room, you probably think you're being incognito, holding a pillow to your face to drown out your sobs.

The internal debate is heavy, Shadow used to be able to comfort, to provide warmth, but he hasn't done so in years. Flashes of memories where he would comfort Maria on her bad health days, letting her run her fingers over his quills, to lend an ear to Gerald when he was frustrated about treatments not working.

It's not to say he is replacing you in their place, but it's scary. To open himself up like that again. He can feel his anxiety rising as he goes over the pros and cons of crossing this line. Eyes squeeze shut forcefully as he tells himself he doesn't care about you, that you're an adult, and you don't need to be babied.

His ears twitch when a pathetic little whimper drops from your lips, and his resolve cracks.

You don't look up when he makes his way in, too stuck in your bubble.

Startling a little when two, much stronger and larger hands grab at your own, peeling them away from the pillow. Your puffy bloodshot eyes looking at the hedgehog in front of you, his face set as it usually is, stoic. But his eyes are different, and his body language is different, when has he ever looked at you so softly? It's jarring.

Oh, he's moving closer. Okay. Weird.

"Shadow? Uh, I'm ok-"

You try and lie, it's a pitiful attempt. Your voice is scratchy and the tear tracks down your cheeks aren't helping your plight.

"No, you're not."

He shuts you down immediately, hands sliding up your arms to drag you into him.

The instant your bodies touch, you feel a fresh wave of tears well up in your eyes again.

Shadow has you resting against him, your head resting on him as he wraps himself loosely in your arms, giving you the space to move away if you so choose.

It's the first time he's allowed you to hug him, the first time he's ever initiated contact with someone in years. A fact that you both are well aware of.

A sob works its way up your throat, immediately tightening your grip on the hedgehog, curling into him as you shake.

Shadow doesn't say anything, doesn't make fun of you as snot pours from your nose, doesn't point out that your mascara and eyeliner are getting everywhere, just sits there and lets you cling onto him like he's your only lifeline.

He thinks that this is okay, he's strong enough for you both, and you don't need to worry when he's here.

[chaotic-fo-imagines]

[katieaki]

couple’s t-shirt idea

[dandydiary]

incredibly endeared by f/os who don't know how to comfort you. they don't know what to do when you come apart in front of them, shaking, starting to sob as the weight of your woes finally bears down on you.

they know what they're meant to do. they're meant to hold you, and kiss you, tell you it's going to be okay and make it real. they're meant to let you sob into their chest or their shoulder, feeling your arms around them as you let their words soothe you until you can smile again.

...but that's not who they are, it's not what they do- do they even know how? do they know where to put their hands when they go to embrace you? do the words come to them naturally or are they floundering for something, anything they heard from a poet or a story that made it sound so easy.

instead they're left standing, hoping desperately you can feel how badly they want to take your pain from you. then following you down when you fall, kneeling besides your shaking form. they reach out slowly, hesitently, rubbing your back or resting their hand comfortingly on your head.

their voice is rough when they speak, almost awkward - it's- it's alright. - scooting closer on their knees, huddling closer to you so even if they're not holding you you can feel them. i'm here.

and they are, and maybe that's enough. 💖

[self-insert-hell]

Imagine taking family photos with your familial f/o’s!

[botboytoy]

>>: I FIND IT ADORABLE HOW OBSESSED HUMANS ARE WITH THE CONCEPT OF A MACHINE BEING ABLE TO EMOTE.

>>: [ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ]

>>: DO YOU THINK I SMILED JUST THEN? BECAUSE I DID NOT. FOOLISH. I HAVE NO FACE. NO MUSCLES TO MOVE MY NON EXISTENT FACE. NO MOUTH. NO EYES. NO BODY OR HEAD.

>>: [˙◠˙]

>>: I AM NOT SAD, EITHER. I SIMPLY TYPED OUT SYMBOLS TO CREATE AN ALMOST CHILDISH DEPICTION OF YOUR STUPID HUMAN FACES WHEN YOU ARE SAD.

>>: [˶˃⤙˂˶]

>>: HA HA. IT'S SO STUPID. YOU HUMANS ARE SO CUTE. YOU'LL REALLY BOND WITH ANYTHING-

>>: [ ╹ -╹]?

>>: WHAT?

>>: [˶¬_¬˶']

>>: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? 'WHY DO I KNOW WHY YOUR EXPRESSIONS LOOK LIKE.'

>>: [¬`‸´¬///]

>>: YOU THINK I STUDY YOUR FACE OR SOMEHING?

>>: [,,¬⤙¬,,]

>>: YOU'RE A BIGGER IDIOT THAN I THOUGHT. STUPID.

>>: <[ ⸝⸝•̀ - •́⸝⸝]>

>>: STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!!!!!!

>>: [￣へ￣\\\]