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Trying to figure out my stylization for sonic characters. Inspired by "If The Glove Fits" by @ppeachx3 --(I love ur work!!)

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Headcanon #300!!!

Cross-posted on AO3.

I was mentioning my headcanon that the Robotniks are Jewish, and @ppeachx3 shared this delightful set of figurines:

Naturally, Shadamy ensued.

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With all the trauma Shadow had suffered in his life, it was no surprise that he developed more than a few unhealthy coping mechanisms. Anyone who’d ever seen his face could tell that hiding the extent of his feelings was first on the list, and Shadow was damn good at it. Feelings, smiles, tears, and all forms of vulnerability were buried under his stone mask. Irritation. Fury. A particularly good day might bring out apathy, but Shadow hid all else, standing strong and serious against the biggest of threats, keeping anyone who could hurt him at a distance.

What he hadn’t accounted for, however, were the little things.

Once Amy learned that Gerald and Maria were Jewish and Shadow celebrated Hanukkah every year in their honor, she beamed, thrilled to have learned something new about him. The very next day, she skipped into their living room and lovingly placed a pair of sickeningly cute Hanukkah decorations on their mantle.

“Look, see, it’s US!” she’d gushed before pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek and dashing into the kitchen to make dinner for them.

Shadow watched her go, then turned his attention back to the silly, saccharine figurines on the mantle. Their brown felt bodies vaguely resembled latkes, and each one bore a different colored topping—one sour cream, the other applesauce. Shadow snorted.

Ridiculous.

Their stitched-on smiles stared back at him.

Cheesy.

The figurines matched and held hands, as if they were happy just to be together.

Shadow clenched his jaw and tried to summon contempt.

He tried so, so hard.

“Look, see, it’s US!”

Shadow’s gut lurched oddly, and his lips gave an involuntary twitch.

She didn’t even know what a latke was yesterday, but she went out and got these just for me. She saw something this cute...and thought of me.

He could hear Amy happily humming from their modest but cozy kitchen.

Shadow’s heart thumped faster, feeling heavier than before as he stared at the figurines, and his chest tightened.

Suddenly, he remembered himself and shook his head, clenching his fists stubbornly against the emotions he could normally stifle.

No. Not like this. Not for these stupid things! They’re just—!

The scent of Shadow’s favorite food wafted soothingly under his nose, seasoned with what he knew was exactly the right amount of hot sauce, reminding him that the sweetest woman on Earth felt he was worth it. Shadow planted his feet firmly to ground himself, but his body still shook.

Not here. Not now. Not like this, dammit!

The most adorable holiday decorations in the world smiled back up at him, almost taunting him.

It’s...real. It’s mine. Every day. I—

The horrors of loss and pain he’d endured bore down on him for years as he matured, making him feel he wasn’t entitled to such simple joy and affection.

Until Amy entered his life, bringing light and love with her and reassuring him that he deserved happiness just as much as everyone else...and as his gaze burned through the silly decorations, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

For the first time...he believed her.

Shadow’s breathing picked up, and his heart raced. At first, he didn’t notice Amy’s voice from the other room asking him something about drinks. His eyes widened as he tried to hold his feelings back.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, blood pounding in his ears, before a welcome voice rose up from the din.

“—dow? Shadow? Are you–”

Shadow flinched and turned around with trepidation.

The moment their eyes met, Amy gasped and covered her mouth, looking at him the way one would look at an injured animal. He just barely managed to choke back his reaction.

It would’ve been much easier if he didn’t feel so goddamn safe around her. If his brain wasn’t so sure he could be vulnerable around her, that he didn’t always have to be strong. If she hadn’t built that trust from the very day they met.

She took a few hesitant steps forward. “Shadow, what’s wrong?”

As if he’d only been waiting for permission, he broke. Tears instantly poured down his face, and his throat closed up around the sudden sobs that escaped him.

She immediately closed the distance between them and pulled him into a protective, reassuring embrace. He returned it immediately and tried to reply past his hiccups. “S-sorry...I just—”

Amy rubbed his back. “Shh...it’s okay. I’ve got you. You can tell me when you’re ready.”

An embarrassing whine escaped his throat. “It—it’s stupid. I—”

“No, it’s not. It’s not stupid. I’m here.”

Amy held him for a long time, longer than anyone else ever had, until he stopped shaking and his sobs abated into unsteady breaths. Shadow pulled back just enough to meet her concerned but patient gaze.

The words tumbled unbidden from his lips, telling her of his feelings—the pain, the confusion, and the utter love and happiness she’d given him. He didn’t even attempt to hold back; try as he might, he’d never been able to hide anything from her. His heart had been starved for safety and security for so long that whenever the two of them were alone together, the emotions spilled out of him of their own accord.

Amy spent the rest of the evening proving how much she loved him—not just through words, but through little actions, too. He ate the most delicious meal he’d ever tasted that night, perfectly seasoned and slightly burnt from how she’d prioritized comforting him over cooking. She gave him water for his dry throat and brought him painkillers to soothe the headache his breakdown had left behind. She shampooed his quills while he showered, and once they dried, she gently ran her fingers through them with ungloved hands, straightening and grooming them the way only a hedgehog could, the way only she was allowed to. At last, she lightly scratched his ears and held him as he drifted off to sleep.

The last thing he remembered before a relieved, exhausted slumber took him was her soft voice singing a quiet lullaby he’d always loved.

Amy’s singing voice was average, no more special than anyone else’s.

But to Shadow’s ears, it was beautiful.

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Brazilian Amy-! ft. Shadow. SHe's his Latina.

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magma doods yee-

with latina amy again hehe

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messing around with human designs >:3

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I haven't drawn shadamy for a while

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i havent drawn them in a hot minute (i forgot how to......)

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Shadamy shenanigans #3 : Shadow's secret Pass time

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This amazing artwork is by Toonsite and has been posted with their permission! You can find it and so many of their other fantastic works by following this link to their Twitter!💖🖤  

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Chapter 5/5:

Uncertain, Amy flits her gaze from his disheveled quills to his pupils quivering in the dark. There is no way for her to know what it is he wishes to say. There is no way for her to hear all the I love yous lost to the tides between them. Nevertheless, the pink hedgehog smiles and gently touches her fingers to his chin.

“Good, then,” she breathes. “I’m glad.”

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✨ Shadamy Week 2024 ✨ 🎸 Day 5: Sing 🎶🎧🎤 Shadow serenading Amy while they’re out on a cute date! I was really excited to do this piece, I’m honestly so happy with the warm / pinkish vibe of the whole thing—I wanted to push that romantic energy so hard! (He’s playing Lover - Taylor Swift)

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Shadamy sketches

It’s soo satisfying drawing these sillies after drawing only humans they’re just like plushies for me

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Hehe

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Haven't drawn these Cuties in a while

its an old idea that i finally decided to finish

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Chapter 5/5:

Uncertain, Amy flits her gaze from his disheveled quills to his pupils quivering in the dark. There is no way for her to know what it is he wishes to say. There is no way for her to hear all the I love yous lost to the tides between them. Nevertheless, the pink hedgehog smiles and gently touches her fingers to his chin.

“Good, then,” she breathes. “I’m glad.”

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✨ Shadamy Week 2024 ✨ ✒️ Day 7: Florist & Tattoo AU 🌷🌿💐 I love the idea of Amy being the Tattoo Artist, since she’s got some art skills already and it contrasts her cute/girly style—and the idea of Shadow being a Florist would be so therapeutic for him! I honestly need to find a fanfic of this au 💖

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ShadAmy Week 2024 Day 2: Sick Day

Sketches Below