#shadowxamy

[vikol13]

Get It Together 🙄😳

A dumb little comic.

#art #digitalart #artist #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #amy rose #sonic fanart #shadow the hedgehog #shadamycomic #shadamy #shadow fanart #shadowxamy #amyrose #sonic fancomic #ships #sonic ships

[shadowxamyweek]

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!💖🖤    

#shadamy #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic #sega #sth #shadowxamy #ami rose

[alpacarma]

*⁠.⁠✧Shadamy week let's go!*⁠.⁠✧ Day 1 - Immortality

#shadamy #shadowxamy #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #shadamyweek2023 #the angst potential of this prompt is endless but I wanna see them happy

[yvanixrose]

Which is your favorite? Shadamy or Sonamy?

I will make an extra drawing of the ship that receives the most support.

(Please be respectful)

#Shadamy #Sonamy #ShadowxAmy #SonicxAmy #Sonic #Sonic The Hedgehog #SonicTheHedgehog #Amy Rose #AmyRose #Shadow The Hedgehog #ShadowTheHedgehog #Fanart #Sonic Artist #SonicArtist #small artist #smallartist

[its-only-a-shadow]

Shadow deserves a little kiss, as a treat. (sketch)

#shadamy #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #sonic fanart #shadowxamy #i'm still learning to draw sonic characters bare with me lmao

[deadrabbithq]

Battle

“I’ll never let you touch Rose again,”

•••

@shadamytober

Day 22 - Fire

#shadamy #shadamytober #shadamytober2023 #shadow x amy #shadow the hedgehog #shadamytober 2023 #shadowxamy

[w0lp3rtinger]

Becoming

*screaming*

ANYWAY HI I'VE BEEN REALLY EXCITED TO SHARE THIS! This is the piece I wrote and submitted for the @shadamyzine! In fact, @deadrabbithq on tumblr did illustrations for it! They turned out awesome! alskjdflsj I DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE GONNA DO THAT AND I'M SO HAPPY!!! THEY TURNED OUT GREAT <3 <3

Okay so this piece is weird. You know that Jacket Shadow has in that calendar piece? The one where ShadAmy fans, accustomed to crumbs, lost their shit because Shadow and Amy were next to one another on the calendar and had matching cherry blossom motifs and Shadow had That Fucking Cherry Blossom Jacket??? THAT JACKET??? It has a GRIP on my SOUL can you tell can you fucking TELL?????

BECAUSE THIS WHOLE PIECE- IT'S AN ABSTRACT PERSONIFICATION PIECE IN PURPLE PROSE... FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF THE JACKET.

(I can't find the actual official art but in lieu of that PLEASE go check out @kuroiyuki96-art amazing piece here and maybe you'll understand how I went Fucking Feral over it.)

Anyway XD

Hats of and huge thanks to @shadowsfascination and @killingthecringe! They are the ones who beta-read this!

YOU CAN READ IT ON ARCHIVE HERE! (but I REALLY recommend reading it on the Zine which you can find HERE!)

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It comes about in a slow series of moments, the act of Becoming. 

Like the rain that drums its lazy fingers atop the roof of the warehouse, then the attic window, then the storage shed. It is a measured tattoo across the decades of time just as much as the footsteps of the mice, the fluttering of the moths, the creeping of the yellow across pristine white leather and gentle fading of brilliant reds. 

It is moved from box to box. A game piece in the shuffling and settling of affairs. Something to be bartered and sold. It’s neat and tidy for a while. Then, a business closes. An estate liquifies. The box is suddenly adrift on tides of time and paperwork. 

This Prenatal Dark seems to stretch forever, but then, it always does. That is the way of things. The Becoming cannot happen yet. The Wait must occur. It is the silence Beforehand, the Eternity predating the Infinity, and the Infinity is the Rest of Existence in Becoming. 

Because eventually, there is light. Eventually, there’s a young woman who peels back the cardboard and runs her hands down unyielding buttons and a stiff wool front, and the smile she gives outshines the sun. 

That’s where it starts. 

Infinity unrolls in the hours she has taken to looking at the future, walking around still-creased edges thrown over her mother’s dress form. Sometimes she’s sketching on scratch paper, face scrunched like all of the discarded waste around her bare feet. Sometimes, she’s holding up threads against the faded reds and yellowed whites, clicking her tongue as she checks the morning, the afternoon, the evening light against the colours of what is and the colours of what will Become. 

But Infinity is a long time. Becoming is not easy, and eventually, the Becoming takes on the tune of maple seeds pelting her open bedroom window in a breeze that smells of coming summer. Meanwhile, the ground outside is littered with browning pink blossoms. 

She wears it, thinking of the Past, thinking of Eternity, and she’s crying. Her tears are salty on musty cuffs. 

When her mother comes in to ask what is wrong, she talks about being Late, about taking too long, about overthinking everything. 

But there is never a Too Late in Becoming. 

Her mother says this to her, and it can be felt in every Fiber of Being. It sinks into the Stitching of Everything, along with the salty tears, along with the heavy smell of late spring. 

There’s Hope in Becoming. 

She tries again. Tries harder, truly, this time. There’s a shaking in her hands against the flat of red wool as she traces her twirling thoughts out in soft chalk against the wide expanse of space, Immortalized as a part of the Becoming, taking form one stitch at a time across Being. 

Her Learning Hands guide the Change, to a point. 

Some things, they happen Intentionally, with Purpose. Some things, they happen by chance. Perhaps they could be called Accidents, but she has Learning Hands. She leaves no Accidents. 

She adapts, and just like the branches she stitches, she Grows.

There are no silken threads. They are solid quilting threads, this shape of Becoming that spreads out between her fingers. From limb, to branch, to twig. From each petal, stamen, anther. They are built to last with a Heart that wields Love like a hammer. 

Sturdy. Strong. Real. 

There’s mass to that sort of Love. It sits in the chest and in the palms of hands as a comfortable weight. It solidifies the Infinity of Becoming in a way nothing else can. 

It rests astride the shoulders like a set of warm hands. 

It says, ‘Become whatever it is you will to Become. I will Love you anyway.’ 

And so, such things happen.  

And eventually, they are Blooming with so much Becoming that they put the spring outside to shame. Gilded in brilliant Colour and Texture, they are so Full that they threaten to burst from it. When she wears them outside one day when the world is Pristine and Still under moonlight, they blister like a solar flare against the white. 

And she’s whispering. It’s the darkest night of the year, here out in the cold, and she’s whispering into the cuffs.

“You will take care of them.” 

She keeps repeating, gripping them tight in her hands as she holds them to her mouth. She keeps repeating with her eyes wide on the moon, watching the movements of something that cannot be seen. She keeps repeating. It’s something between a hope and a wish and a threat. 

“You WILL take care of them.” 

And it’s Love. 

Love. It’s all Love. That’s all it ever was, the all of it, the everything, of Love. It makes so much sense now, the Everything of it All. 

It rings in the still silence of deep winter. It shakes the snow from distant trees and sends the night birds into the sky. 

But then, there is more Wait. 

And it is a long Wait. 

So busy and bustling was the Becoming that they had almost forgotten the Waiting part of it all. But there’s a Fear that must be thawed out. 

It could almost be missed, but it is there, slow-moving in deep waters, far below where the sunny disposition shines. It is there and it drifts but slowly, all husk and tatters and old wounds. It takes a long time before bravery can thaw those waters. There are many talks over the kitchen table. There are many hours of baking in the kitchen, of turning the eggs into frothy whites, stiff as snow drifts.

She wears her Effort and her Love through it all, as though her own Becoming takes place from the outside in, but that’s not how this works. It has to come from inside first. That’s one of the core tenets of Becoming. 

Nobody can Become for you. You have to Become for you. 

The Planning, the Stitching, the Waiting. Maybe they were the acts into which she thrust herself, threw herself upon the task, but the Becoming still happened on the inside of all of that. 

For every Action, there is an equal and opposite Reaction.  

For in your path of Creation, you Become. 

Snow drifts melt. Spring is brave. 

All the world comes into a dawn of oranges and pinks and baby greens, all dig deep down one last time before leaping up, like a heart in a throat, like a pitched voice, like a question, like a- 

She never Plans when she holds her Heart out, not really. It’s just the brute force of her thrust forward, stitched there in red wool, where each thread rises like a crocus from the frozen ground. What is done cannot be taken back. 

You cannot un-Become. 

The Still that follows is deafening. The Waiting of an instant feels like a lifetime, a cable of steel splitting it down the seam between their wide and watchful eyes. 

And for all their winter, for all their waiting in the silence, in an instant, it becomes so clear- 

Of course they Love her. 

Love her, Love her, for she is Becoming, as they are Becoming. 

And it gilds the shoulders, protects the back and arms, shields the heart by splitting it wide open down the forward facing front, towards the sunrise, towards her bright and shining eyes. 

A Safe Haven, enabling vulnerability.

What terror. 

What bliss. 

They have Loved this entire time. 

And here, now they Become One.

#shadamy #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #shadamy zine 2023 #sonic #sega #sth #REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #library #shadowxamy

[dg-darkfantasy]

Music

Shadamytober Day 4

@shadamytober

There I was again tonight Forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy Vanished when I saw your face All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" 'Cross the room your silhouette Starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy...

Enchanted by Taylor Swift

#shadamytober #shadamytober2023 #shadamytober 2023 #shadamy #amy x shadow #shadow x amy #shadowxamy #amyxshadow #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #Divi art #music

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2542- Shadamy Kissy- 12/11/22  

#sketch a day #2542 #shadamy #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #kiss #kissy #fan art #tmt #sonic the hedgehog #games #cartoons #shadowxamy

[sushibarton]

polihedgies in doodle

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog fanart #sonic fanart #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog fanart #amy rose #sonadow #metamy #sonamy #shadamy #metal sonic #metal sonamy #shadonic #shadowxamy #sonic x shadow #sonic x amy #sonic and shadow #sonshadamy #metal sonic x Amy

[make-it-chibi-art]

*DO NOT REPOST, JUST REBLOGS*

This was a quick Shadow and Amy warmup sketch from some months back.💕

#shadowxamy #shadamy #sonic team #fanart #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #amy rose fan art #shadow x amy #sonic series #sega #videogame fanart #digital art #sketch #artists on tumblr #my drawings #make-it-chibi-art #warmup sketch

[shadowxamyweek]

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!💖🖤    

#shadamy #shadowxamy #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic co. #sega

[alpacarma]

I am determined to finish this before the end of 2023 haha!

Day 3 - Quill care

#shadamy #shadamyweek2023 #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #shadowxamy

[yvanixrose]

Shadamy side

...And winner of "Shadamy or Sonamy?"

I will publish a new drawing of this ship on Valentine's Day 👀

#Shadamy #ShadowxAmy #AmyxShadow #ShadowTheHedgehogxAmyRose #Shadow The Hedgehog #Amy Rose #Amy Rose Fanart #Shadow The Hedgehog Fanart #Shadamy Fanart #Fanart #Ship Art

[sikiuart]

I read the prompt of "The hero gives the love interest an item that she lost at sea and she doesn't notice that the villain is the one who's soaked." And.. My heart is weak

#character design #art #amy rose #digital art #shadamy #shadow the ultimate lifeform #fanart #sonic fanart #shadowxamy

[cutegirlmayra]

Prompt Shadow and Amy spend the day together going shopping and hanging out. Shadow accidentally calls her Maria, fearing he's made things uncomfortable he tries to leave but Amy offers to talk it out and help Shadow. He still misses Maria and Amy's kindness reminds him of her and Amy takes it as the highest compliment he can give.

I went ahead and improvised another scenario since I've done 'Shopping with Shadow and Amy' in my Fanfiction Instincts (Can also be found on Archive, Wattpad, etc.). Please check it out! ;) It's still being edited lol

(This image is used as a 'Preview Image' for the story, art is not owned by me, please support the actual artist elsewhere!)

Prompts are on SHUTDOWN, just assume they are till an announcement post ^^

Prompt:

It wasn’t like Shadow wasn’t used to the accommodations Amy Rose would put on for her charitable sport.

Always cheery, looking willing to help… it somewhat made him annoyed, pitying her naive nature to see the world so full of kindness when it just wasn’t.

He looked around her home, keeping his arms folded and his eyes bent in distrust. Yes, she felt the need for him to stay out of the weather, but no, he didn’t actually need her assistance at all.

It was overbearing… her constant need to feel important and love something.

Selfish…

‘Why must I become her new toy?’ He thought to himself, deciding to ask indirectly about it as the corner of his eye suddenly filled with his gaze turning to her, not looking at her directly as she hummed and began to cook something for him.

“Why not offer the same to your precious Sonic?” He looked about the living room, “... Isn’t he caught in this storm as well?”

“I never know where he is! It’s so annoying.” she puffed up a cheek and then giggled, “But that’s part of his charm, I guess! I just have to hope he’s bunking with Tails, tonight. You, on the otherhand, act as though you haven’t a friend in the world~” She whimsily disregarded him? A wave of her hand… acting so… so nurturing for some reason.

“Do I seem so frail to you?” Shadow lowered his eyebrows. Sickening how some people needed to help others just to feel good about themselves.

He looked away, staring at really nothing, just…

He suddenly felt very guilty and bad at all this judging, and his eyes squinted in that pain of knowing he was in the wrong.

He sighed loudly, uncrossing his arms and walking into the kitchen, “How can I help?”

Maria turned with eyes full of wondrous blue yearning, “Shadow!” She had cried out, “You’re really willing to help me? Grandfather says I shouldn’t handle the stove on my own, will you give it a try?”

“You’re really willing to help me?”

His eyebrow twitched, stopping mid-stride as she repeated a phrase from a memory.

He had become so hardened… that it was physically painful to be reminded of a time he wasn’t so distrusting and jaded.

“... Yes.” He lowered his head, still looking intimidating… but Amy could just tell he was trying to be humble about her taking him in.

She giggled, “You’re funny when you want to be nice and helpful.” She teased, putting a hand up to her mouth. “Shall we?” She gestured to the counters.

He just rose his chin up and walked to where she was directing him, seeing some ingredients needing to be cut and her hands gently taking his own to hold the large carrot and position the cooking knife where it was meant to slice.

She gave him a charming closed-eye smile and then went back to stirring her pot he assumed was a warm stew to fight against the cold that had built up inside him…

Not just from this storm outside tonight…

With very little direction, he took all the ingredients on the counter and threw them up, swiping his expert, speedy skills through the air before they all landed in piles on the cutting board.

He put the knife down and walked back over to her, looking over her shoulder.

She was absentmindedly humming that same song again…

“... Will it be ready soon?”

“E-YAH!” She jumped in alarm, turning around and gripping her heart, “S-Shadow, you scared me!”

Although he found that somewhat amusing, he didn’t show it, and just closed his eyes and turned away from her, “You shouldn’t be so distracted… having an eye and ear on your surroundings could benefit you greatly… Ah?” He was tugged by her back to the cutting board, where she gasped again at his achievement.

“You… cut these that quickly?” Again, he was amused, but didn’t show it. He just looked at her and turned his head away, a slight glare with an awkward sweatdrop on the side of his face.

“Did you expect me not to perform the task adequately? I am the Ultimate Lifeform you know-”

He was swung again to the pot, “You. Stir. I’ll start the seasoning!” She seemed somewhat angry that he was better at this than her, and he couldn’t help but stare at her mannerisms, marching over and puffing up her cheek again…

He just watched… before stirring the pot… remembering once again…

Of days gone by…

“Ohh! Shadow, you did so well!” Maria put her hands gently together, praising him for the cake they had made.

“... What is it?” He had asked, looking at the strange cream-colored sponge.

“It’s a fluffy vanilla cake! O-oh… but the Ark ran out of Icing a while back.” She lightly put a hand to her cheek, as though apologizing by that gesture. “Don’t worry, it should still taste great!”

Sitting by a large window-plane that showed the expanse of space, Shadow and Maria sat down with the plate of a pieced-in-cake, nibbling on it together.

Shadow sat at Amy’s kitchen door which had two window-planes above and below it, watching the rain outside, eating his stew.

“Hmm… You sure you don’t want to eat at the table, Shadow?” Amy put a hand to her cheek, mouth to the side of her face, not sure what or where his mind was wandering off to with.

“... No, I’m fine right here.” He kept staring out the window… memories painfully twisting into his chest, tightening the searing emptiness that even the stew couldn’t warm up.

She sighed, picking up her stew and sitting beside him. “The rain is lovely,-”

“The stars are lovely, aren’t they, Shadow?”

“They are Maria.”

Amy blinked her eyes.

“Huh?”

Shadow’s eyes were so soft and tender… it made Amy’s own opened slightly more, realizing…

She knew now where his mind was.

He snapped out of it with a blink as though in disbelief he had stated that out loud.

He couldn’t even speak to her, his mouth hung and jumped a few times, but nothing except escaped air jutted out in sound from him.

Then… a beautiful sight.

Amy’s head tilted and she was lighted by the strikes of lightning. “I’m flattered… that I can… give you a place where you can feel safe from the cold… Shadow.”

Warmth.

A vulnerability he didn’t want to admit nor feel at this time… suddenly rose like a heat lamp inside him.

“... Forgive me.” He stated.

Maria stroked his head as he rested in her lap… softly breathing in a quiet dream…

Amy smiled, stroking his head, happy to see him so at peace… since arriving on Earth so long ago.

Suppose... he was the needy one... after all.

#shadamy #shadowxamy #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #cutegirlmayra #CGMayra