#sonic content

Shadow, who rests on Sonic's chest cause his chest is round and soft for big lung reasons.

So like, I was gonna work on new content but then the brain went 🧍‍♂️💨 so instead enjoy this blessed stash of Sonic memes (courtesy of Shiny — go check them out too!!). From cursed screenshots to Eggman losing it to Sonic doing whatever Sonic does, this is 100% peak chaos.

🎮 Expect:

Sonic being unhinged 😵‍💫

Shadow questioning his life choices ☕

Eggman becoming a full-time meme lord 👨‍🔬

Maybe even... a little ship war energy?? 👀💥

🔁 Reblog if you laughed, screamed, or ascended to a higher plane. 💬 Let me know your fav meme — or drop yours below. I MIGHT JUST FEATURE IT 👇

🌀 More meme dumps & edits coming soon while I work on big Sonic stuff. Stay tuned!

Kitsunami the Fennec everyone

I actually have no idea abt anything regarding this character other than that he always looks like he has one foot in the grave. I drew this as a gift 4 @groobedbones ‘s bday, Tabitha’s the expert here not me BAHAHA

Share the love and stay tuned for the Accolades Trailer, coming soon ! 🦔

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When he and Sonic end up in some unknown corner of the world or some hidden place Sonic invites him to, Shadow will often melt into his arms. Just quietly close his eyes and rest, listening to the birds and creatures around them.

Sonic smells like many things, but he mostly smells of the fields. Of blooming flowers and soft grass. Like some force of nature himself, he smells of it.

Shadow assumes he smells like blood, so he always bathes with lavender-infused soap. Not only does the lavender calm him, but he genuinely likes the flower.

One day, while he's curled up with Sonic in one of these spots, he ends up asking Sonic what he smells like.

"Hmm... Coffee beans, mostly."

Shadow moves his muzzle off his shoulder and stares at him with lidded eyes.

"Be serious."

"I am being serious though?"

Sonic leans toward him and sniffs, his long nose twitching. Shadow's aware he turns into a werehog on occasion (it's when he's the most fuzzy), and he knows his sense of smell has always been higher than most hedgehogs (Shadow wonders if one of his parents had perhaps been a wolf or something and the hedgehog genes won out).

Sonic hums, satisfied, and he leans back with warmth in his eyes.

"Yeah, coffee and lavender. Maybe a little oil from your motorcycle. Or Omega."

"...Do I not smell...strange?"

Like gunpowder? Bloodied? Alien?

"No. You smell like you."

Shadow's quiet for a long moment.

"...Hmm."

He curls back up like he didn't ask anything, and Sonic leans back into his previous position.