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[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Shadow the hedgehog x tall mobian reader

“Unexpected Love.”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Tall Mobian Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: No one expected Shadow the Hedgehog to date, let alone date a mobian taller than him. But fate has a weird way to it, doesn’t it?

Notes: Okay- the request was just “Shadow x Tall Mobian Reader” so I get to be creative with this one. I hope I do it well for ya, Anon!

(Reader shall be gender-neutral and will actually have lines!)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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“Okay, breathe in, [Name]. It’s just a coffee date,” you say to yourself. “He may not call it a date, but it’s a date. Don’t screw this up.”

You adjust your turtleneck, making sure your fur looks nice, before you hear a knock on the door.

“Coming!” You say, rushing over to the door. When you open it, your friend Shadow the Hedgehog is standing there. You swear his quills are a bit more fluffy than usual, but you brush the thought away.

“Hey Shadow! Ready for our hangout?” You ask him.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t,” he states, and you let out a chuckle.

You lock the door behind you, placing your keys in your pocket, and the two of you head off to the café, Shadow holding open the door for you, thanking him in return.

You two order your coffee (with Shadow getting a bit of tiramisu as well and you getting a slice of red velvet), and you two take a seat, chatting about any recent events.

After a bit, your orders arrive, and the two of you thank the waitress, digging into your food and coffee.

While eating, you notice that Shadow has a few crumbs on his muzzle.

You reach a hand over and he flinches, but you quickly rub the crumbs off his muzzle.

“And…there. All clean,” you say, retracting your hand.

Shadow’s face seems to be green (which you found out is because he has black arms blood), flustered, and he turns his attention back to his food.

Realizing what you did, your muzzle houses a large blush.

“U-Uh, s-sorry, I should have asked first,” you apologize.

“It’s fine,” he says, clearing his throat.

His gaze falls to your slice of red velvet cake, which you notice.

“…Would you like a bite?” You ask him.

His blush being less than before, he averts his eyes and lets off a small nod.

You cut a small piece of the cake off with your fork and offer it to him.

He opens his mouth and you can see his sharp fangs for a moment before he takes the bite, moving back to his spot and chewing.

This guy is going to be the death of you with how cute he is.

And he’s not even your boyfriend (yet).

He swallows his bite, thinking for a moment.

“It’s…sweet,” he says before murmuring, “Just like you.”

“E-Excuse me?” You ask, making sure you’re not hearing things.

“Nothing,” he says. Though the way his face is still bright green says otherwise.

“…Well, I can’t be more sweet than you,” you tell him.

His eyes widen and somehow his face gets greener, and he quickly looks away from you.

Letting out a soft chuckle, you get up from your seat and go over to him, leaning down slightly and giving him a kiss where his red stripe ends on his head.

He looks you in the eyes, like he’s expecting you to say something. So you do.

Here goes nothing.

“…I’ve actually liked you for a while now,” you tell him. “In- In a romantic way. I would understand if you don’t feel the same-”

Shadow cuts you off by pulling you down by your arm until your face reaches his, and he kisses you on the cheek.

“I like you too, idiot,” he tells you.

Your face houses a surprised expression for a moment before you smile at him, one he reciprocates, though much smaller than yours.

The two of you eventually leave the café holding hands (which seems a bit awkward due to you being a foot taller than him), but you make it work.

Now the two of you will be in each other’s lives and hearts, until the end of time.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Working on my EMT certification. What the FUCK is a pancreas?????

Nobody knows what a pancreas is, not even the top ranking Surgery-Masters in the High Doctorium. The test asks only to see if you will lie and pretend that you know. Lying and pretending you know things you don't is the foundation of the medical industry. Just be sure to use large words in your certification like "endocrine" or "polypeptide" and they will accept you as one of their kind.

[generalluxun]

I think it is because the concept os very challenging to communicate? Especially in media where everything is usually condensed and compressed to extremes.

That said, it is great when it is tackled! I made an effort in one of my fics, using a lot of my friends who are aro or ace or both to check and double check and try to be sure I was giving off a good rep.

That said, when it's a project with a budget that needs to make profit, I can see people cutting corners. 😥

Why is it when there IS Aromantic or Asexual representation in media, it’s almost always AroAce and not Ace with no Aro or even less common, Aro with no Ace? Like c’mon, just give us some more nuance other than “I would rather die than come into contact with another human being.”

[astirastyr]

TW: blood, violence, beheading

Catalina’s family picture 🌸🌸🌸

[horriblewithwords]

Don’t spoil your luck with someone rotten.

[nsves]

top 24 18 9 of 2024

thank u @gigglecoffin for the tag<3 tagging any of our followers who'd like to join in! this year was really busy so not many renders were made</3

[readandwriteclub]

Meanwhile, Army Vets ain't gonna get the mental health or respect they deserve.

I think what we’re seeing here is an attempt to prepare the public for Trump’s war on immigrants. Definitely the lying about the attacks and perhaps the attacks themselves. Straight out of the Hitler play book which Trump and Stephen Miller, and some others) admire greatly.

[princeloww]

new sticker pack, perhaps?

[frwalkwithme]

I've talked about this with Will before but both Mike and Will have very medieval haircuts in s4. Will is one tonsure away from monkhood and Mike's long hair with small bangs was a pretty popular style well into the renaissance . I don't really have a point to make I just think it's fun

[draco-glacialis]

Alice: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Agatha: They do.

Jen: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

[tales-of-magic-and-chaos]

Might fool around and create a group for fellow shippers playing marvel rivals because I NEED SOME FELLOW SHIPPERS TO PLAY OUR BLORBOS TOGETHER. IT’S FREE TO PLAY AND THE ART STYLE IS INSANELY PRETTY.

FrostIronStrange Discord Server

After several month, I'm finally creating the FrostIronStrange Café, a discord server dedicated to the FrostIronStrange Constellation! I wanted a place where our corner of the fandom could be reunited to share their ideas and headcanons, discuss with fellow shippers and connect around our ship(s). Come and share prompts, ideas and fanworks about our three favorite snarky men! Although it is mainly poly-focused, discussions about all the ships within the three are welcome. :D

FrostIronstrange - FrostIron - IronStrange - StrangeFrost

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Posting the oneshot separate because it's not showing up anywhere-

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“A Well-Kept Secret.”

Pairing: Shadow x Transfem! Reader

Requested: Yes.

Description: When some of your old bullies move into your new home town, you struggle to keep you being a trans girl a secret out of fear that your new boyfriend, Shadow, won’t accept you.

Notes: Now–I am not a trans person myself, but I hope I do this request well regardless. [Name] will use She/They pronouns, and the dead name will be blurred out. Enjoy!

(TW: Swearing.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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You were happy as all could be. I mean, in your position, why wouldn’t you be?

You just got a new partner, the legendary Shadow the Hedgehog for crying out loud, and society had finally accepted you as a girl.

Or so you hoped.

While walking down the street, holding the hand of your partner, you heard that dreaded name again.

No - your dead name.

“Is that (######)?” A voice asked, causing your breath to hitch and your fur to poof up slightly, your hand unintentionally gripping onto your partner’s hand harder than you expected, causing him to become confused.

“Holy crap, it is (######)! I never thought he’d show his ugly mug near us again!” Another voice says, letting out a laugh.

“[Name]?” Shadow questions, looking at you, an eye ridge raised slightly in confusion. “Is everything alright?”

Coming out of your shock, you give him a small nod, muttering that they’re just your old bullies.

“Bullies?” Shadow questions.

You politely ask him not to push it. You just want to get the errands over and done with and get home.

“Alright…” Shadow says. He doesn’t say anything else, but his thumb rubs the back of your hand in a comforting manner, causing you to let off a small smile.

The rest of the day goes without issue, luckily, but you still feel tense.

Why were your old bullies here? Why did they remember you? How did they remember you? How long were they staying in your town?

Letting out a shaky sigh, you take a deep breath to calm yourself. You have a feeling Shadow wants to talk. After all, you and him promised to talk about any issues.

But you’re not ready to tell him you’re trans. Not yet.

What if he hates you for it? Breaks up with you due to it? Tells all of your friends and-

…

You force yourself to take another deep breath to ground yourself. Those are just old, bad memories resurfacing.

You’ll tell him when you’re ready.

A knock on your door cuts you out of your thoughts. You mention that the door is unlocked, and that he may come in.

The door opens to reveal Shadow, who closes the door behind him, crossing his arms as he usually does.

“So. Want to tell me what that was about?” Shadow questions.

You pat the spot next to you on the bed, and he comes over, sitting down next to you with his arms still crossed.

You mention that those mobians were bullies from your highschool year who bullied you for the way you dressed and acted. They bullied you for liking cute things and long dresses, to be more specific. He nodded slightly, taking it in.

“As for the name they called you?” Shadow asks.

You tell him it was a name they came up with purely to make you feel uncomfortable. Which wasn’t entirely untrue. You hated how masculine your old name was.

“I see. Well, thank you for being truthful about it,” Shadow says.

You nod, giving him a small smile. You admit you hope you don’t see them again. They gave you a lot of trouble.

The next day comes quickly, with you unfortunately catching a small cold, which Shadow offers to get you some cold medicine from the nearby store, to which you accept.

On his way there, Shadow spots one of your old bullies and grumbles to himself.

Walking a bit faster, the bully unfortunately starts walking near him, to which he steps away from them.

“Hey. You’re (######)’s boyfriend, right?” The bully asks.

Ignoring them, Shadow walks faster, the bully walking faster in return.

“You know you’re dating a guy, right?” The bully says with a smirk.

Shadow’s ear flicks but he says nothing.

“Yeah, all that “girl” shit he wears is fake. He’s just tricking you,” The bully states. “I’d get out and break up with him while you still can.”

“And what, date someone as pathetic as you? As if,” Shadow spats. “Now fuck off.”

The bully stops in their tracks and scoffs.

“Fine then! Have fun dating a fake girl, asshat!” The bully yells after him, causing Shadow to roll his eyes.

“(What do they know. [Name] would tell me about something like that.)” Shadow thinks to himself. “(And if she hasn’t, she’ll tell me when she’s ready.)”

After getting the cold medicine, Shadow teleports right home, seeing you fast asleep in your bed, tons of covers over your sleeping form. He lets out a small smile, setting the medicine on the bedside dresser, giving you a peck on the forehead.

“Get better soon, [Name].” Shadow mutters.

About a week has passed since that day, and you haven’t come out of your room since. Shadow has been getting worried.

Did he do something wrong? Are you mad at him? Did something happen?

He shakes his head. This is getting ridiculous. He’s talking to you and he’s doing it now.

Shadow knocks on the door to your room, only to hear your sad voice tell him to go away.

Hating to intrude on your privacy but being too worried, Shadow takes the spare room key from his quills and unlocks the door, opening it. He hears you tell him that you said to leave you alone, but he hears the sadness in your voice, choosing to push on.

Turning on the light, he sees a giant blanket mound on the bed, a figure clearly under it.

Shadow lets out a sigh and sits on the bed next to the blanket mound.

“[Name], you’ve been avoiding everyone all week,” Shadow mentions. “You know you can tell me what’s on your mind, right?”

You stay silent for a moment, a sniffle coming out of you.

You mumble something, causing Shadow’s ears to flick.

“Could you repeat that?” Shadow asks.

A full-on sob comes out of your throat and you come out of the blanket mound, hugging Shadow tightly while telling him that you’re sorry.

He’s quick to hug you back, rubbing your back to soothe you.

“Shh…Shh. You’re okay. I’m here,” Shadow says quietly.

After a few moments, you break the hug, a few stray tears on your face, to which Shadow wipes them away. You lean into his touch, staring at him with sad eyes.

The room is silent for a bit until you mutter out another “I'm sorry.”

“What are you sorry about?” Shadow asks.

You say you’re sorry for lying to him.

“About what?” He questions.

You tell him you’re not a “real girl.” You were born a male at birth. That “nickname” your bullies called you was your dead name.

You open your mouth to say something else, but Shadow cups your cheek, quickly kissing you on the lips, causing your eyes to widen but you quickly reciprocate. The kiss ends and Shadow looks you in the eyes, the only thing in there being love and adoration.

“Do you really think I care if you used to be a guy?” Shadow asks. “Of course I don’t. And just because you used to be one doesn’t make you any less of a real girl. I love you because of who you are now, not who you used to be.”

You give him a surprised face, a couple more tears, happy ones this time, coming out of your eyes, which Shadow kisses away, causing you to giggle.

You kiss Shadow again, it lasts for a bit longer than the last kiss, the kiss holding nothing but love and care.

Breaking the kiss, you thank Shadow for everything, telling him you love him as well.

“Of course. If the world chooses to fight you, then we’ll fight the world together,” Shadow states. “I’ll love you now, forever, and always.”

[collophora]

last Oc of the trio Pippali - Clone Poet : Magendi Riss. Umbarian medic upgraded Captain after Order 66. Like all Umbarian he got...dubious morals...

[videos-i-didnt-make]

stand_down.mp4

[justanothersimsblog]

I love reblogs when it's simblr love/activities/interactions like these. I believe they're important.

In general reblogs are nice *but* I am in the camp of don't like too many reblogs crowding my dash. I just don't like seeing the same post over and over again, especially on mobile where I can't hide them. On desktop I use xkit to dim seen posts and can altogether hide reblogs. I just strive to keep tidy.

I LOVE comments so yeah. The only way I'd find a comment creepy is if the comment itself IS creepy.

Maybe it's because I'm still pretty new to Tumblr, but sometimes I'm confused about how people actually want to be interacted with.

I've seen people say that likes are lazy, but then I see people say that too many comments are creepy or annoying, but then I see people say that too much reblogging clogs up the dash or that they don't follow people who reblog a lot of things, but then I see people who are upset about the lack of commenting or reblogging, but then I see people who are sad about not getting enough likes...

So, tell me! What’s your preferred way for me to shower your amazing sims, screenshots, builds, cc, mods, and sim stories with love?

(I specifically didn’t include an “All of the above” option because I feel like everyone would just pick that, and then my question wouldn’t really be answered. 😜)