#Shadow autism moments

[0rb0t]

This was my favorite exchange in the entire game.

[pand1on]

sega look at me. shth2005 2. its the year of shadow. its the perfect time

[hadesfromspace]

Couple of goopy guys

[dreamingamongthestars]

I can't wait for when paramount+ is gonna start advertising Sonic 3 in the cooldown room my worlds will truly collide

[mar64ds]

[frostios]

All i have are wips to toss around but thats ok cause once my brain works ill suddenly finish all of them at once and be awesome

[hexados-on-a-string]

the only reason hydron didnt live is bc if he was part of the brawler's interdimensional found family, that'd involve him getting a character arc on account of actually having a support system and also the fact that zenoheld is dead and they didn't wanna write that so they just killed off hydron. this lives in my brain though.

[atti-rambles]

Not a spoiler but I like how when things happen and they clarify things it's like, "and shadow was there"

[brittlebutch]

no phrase is ever going to top “having a major autism moment”, language really peaked with that one

[creatortheoc]

I've got fucked up hyper fixation moment so I'm making a post on my Tumblr.com

Sun Wukong from Lego Monkie Kid

Shadow the Hedgehog

And Chara Dreemurr from Undertale

WHY THE FUCK DO THEY HAVE SO MANY PARALLELS??

-Red eyes

-Had a hand in their bestie's death (whether it be intentionally or accidentally getting them killed)

-Look alikes that get mistake for them/they're mistaken for.

-Red heads (fuck you)

Get these guys group Therapy.

[captain-space-kin]

I always found it interesting that they went with All Hail Shadow as Shadow’s leitmotif for games he’s in after Shadow the Hedgehog (2005) tm (He’s one of the the few characters that even has a concrete leitmotif to my knowledge which is also interesting). Like it’s used in in 06, Sonic and the Black Knight, Generations and Team Racing, but I’ve been wondering why that song specifically?

I kinda understand from a thematic standpoint since it is the hero ending theme and such. Like if Shadow is doing something heroic it would make sense to use the theme from his own game that centers around that. 

But why not I Am All Of Me? I personally find it a lot more synonymous with Shadow. I think out of any of the songs from the soundtrack that’s the one that non fans would know. Idk it just feels like it encapsulates his character more? I mean maybe it was different back when they were making 06 since the games came out so close together, I wouldn’t know I was a wee lad lol. Anyway! I think even Chosen One would be a stronger candidate (though I am incredibly biased with that because it’s my ✨favorite✨).

Again I’m probably more than a tiny bit biased since All Hail Shadow is my least favorite track (I don’t hate it or anything, I just listen to it the least). And it’s definitely not bad as Shadow’s theme, and ya know thematically it does make sense as stated above. It’s just something I’ve been thinking about lately lol

[0rb0t]

i arrive at the function

[sonkfan005]

hey does anyone know where to get a collection of photos of shadow doing that thing where he fixes his quills

[ikaroony]

I was trying to track this video of my dog but i didnt have an image of a dot so i used a png of shadow the hedgehog

[sonknuxadow]

"help a brother up?" "we are not related." is a certified shadow autism moment btw

[pochipop]

＃FNAF MOVIE !! ♡ — SWEET NOTHING (MIKE SCHMIDT X READER).

#. synopsis! — sometimes it feels like mike may never escape the past, but he hears the future in the beat of your heart (nightmare reverse comfort) .

#. characters! — mike schmidt .

#. warnings! — vague references to past traumatic events (canon compliant) .

#. word count! — 1.1k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — i got an autism diagnosis today lmao, makes sense tho.

The house is dark and shrouded in silence, broken only by Mike’s uneasy groans and his occasional writhing in his sleep. What seemed peaceful at the get-go has become something less content, leaving him entangled in the sheets and pulling most of the shared blanket to his side of the bed. The late autumn chill hanging thick in the air has you shivering, casting a tired, half-lidded gaze to the digital clock resting on the nightstand. It’s four minutes past three thirty in the morning, displayed in vivid, neon green digits that prompt a slight scrunch of displeasure from your face at the glaring brightness.

You remind yourself that this really has gotten better. It’s been weeks since the last time, and he’s been going to therapy like you suggested, even if he was a little unsettled by the idea at first. His new job cleaning up after club-goers at a nearby joint pays pretty well, all things considered, and with your income added to the mix, money is still tight at times, —but he’d decided after the first few sessions that you pressured him into that it was worth the trouble.

Still, that doesn’t negate the obvious. Mike has suffered a lot in his lifetime, and that’s hardly lent itself to consistency or stability. Some of it has been his own doing, while other parts have been far too out of his control, and he’s been learning how to maneavour his way around that misty grey area in between to the best of his ability. But he’s not ineffable, and sometimes, especially on nights like this, the cards fall where they may. At least this time he’s not waking up in a cold sweat, halfway to a panic attack, sweat drenching the mattress beneath him. At least this time he isn’t gasping for breath, clawing at something unseen in the shadows of the bedroom, jerking away like a rodeo bull the moment you reach out to ease him down. 

He mumbles something that sounds like a plea in his sleep, but it’s muffled by the pillow his face is squished against. If he weren’t obviously disgruntled, you might have been tempted to admire how cute he looked for a little while longer.

“Mike,” you say softly, reaching out to rest a gentle hand on his bare shoulder, “hey.”

He reacts slightly to the touch, but isn’t fully awake, so you try again.

“Mike,” you repeat, fingers curling around the curve.

This time, it’s enough. His eyes shoot open, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness, then locking on your face. He sits up slightly, perching on his elbows. The breath he lets out in the aftermath is sobering.

“Sorry,” he utters, letting his head hit the pillow unceremoniously.

You ignore the unnecessary apology in lieu of brushing some loose strands of brown hair away from his forehead.

“You alright?”

He gazes up at you with those sweet, puppy-dog eyes that he doesn’t even have to try to put on. They’re just his natural state, and heaven knows you could spend a few lifetimes gazing into them if it were possible.

“Yeah, yeah,” he huffs a little, reaching up to grab your hand and hold it in his own.

His touch is so soft and tender, albeit calloused and a little clammy from the leftover adrenaline of his nightmare. He’s really come a long way, and you hope he knows that. You wouldn’t mind saying it, but he’d definitely get embarrassed by it, so you avoid laying verbal praise on too thick when you can help it. This time three months ago, he’d have been jumping out of bed to rush down the hall into Abby’s room, only letting himself relax upon seeing her sleeping form bundled up beneath her covers. Now, he takes a deep breath, exhales it slowly, and kisses your wrist.

“Nothing to worry about,” he assures you.

“I always worry about you,” you answer, offering him a lopsided smile.

He gives you a knowing look and replies: “That’s exactly the problem.”

You roll your eyes playfully and watch as he fiddles with your fingers for a bit before glancing in the direction of the clock.

“What time is it?” He asks.

“Too early for you to be awake,” you respond lightly. “You can sleep for a few more hours at least. You’ll need it.”

Mike nods, letting his heavy eyelids close again.

“Bit of an understatement,” he jokes.

It really is though. If anyone knows about hard work, especially hard work for the sake of anyone but himself, —it’s him. The least he deserves is a proper night’s sleep. You figure that’s why it’s so hard for you to see him like this, even when it’s getting better. You’d trade your dreams for his in a heartbeat if it meant he could be less haunted at night.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, voice laden with drowsiness.

He drops your hand only to open his arms, encouraging you to take your place on his chest. It’s comfortable and intimate all the same as you nestle against him, seeking comfort and closeness, and hoping with every fiber of your being that you can offer the same to him. Mike tugs the comforter up to your neck, one arm folding around your shoulders, thumb caressing the fabric of your pajama shirt. For a moment, you find yourself wishing you’d gone to sleep without it, just so he could rub against your skin directly.

You relish in his warmth, body molding to the contours of his own, —finding the closest thing you’ve ever known to heaven on Earth. Quiet connection simmers in the surrounding air, sparking like static electricity, and you let your eyes close.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask quietly.

He probably won’t, but it’s always better to ask, if for nothing else than to let him know that the option is available.

“Not right now,” he replies, and though he’s turning your offer away, there’s an undeniable softness threaded amidst it all.

“Later, then?”

He hums, and you feel it ripple through his chest.

“Maybe.”

Later might never come, but that’s okay. As long as he knows that you’re a safe haven to seek refuge in, then that’s enough for you.

“Just get some sleep for now,” he continues, craning his neck forward to ghost his lips against your forehead, his stubble scratching your skin in a way that makes you smile on command.

“Night,” you mutter quietly, snuggling further into his chest.

“Night, baby,” he returns, smoothing a hand along your hair.

It’s quiet for a moment or two, and then he sheepishly adds: “I love you.”

No matter how many times you hear it, it still gives you butterflies.

“I love you too.”