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a quick zine about old console repairs
I’ve seen some hate for selfshippers and also non sharing selfshippers lately, remember selfshipping is a completely valid and healthy thing to do!!! Whether it’s just for fun or in a more serious way, selfshipping is amazing!!! There is no “wrong” way to selfship and/or engage in a fandom and no one deserves to be deemed “cringe” or bullied because of it!!! There’s nothing wrong with wanting your F/O to yourself and blocking others to set boundaries for yourself and keep yourself happy either. Non sharing and loving your F/O as you would a real person is valid!!!
Hai hai haiiii does anybody in the Postal fandom wanna be frens/moots ? 0:
Also looking for more self ship moots ^w^ pls feel free to dm and yap away (I'm too shy to dm first)
hiiiii. also @nauseant4xx chekc it
"He would not fucking say that" but it's "He would not handle someone having a breakdown in front of him like that."
He would not set boundaries like that.
He would not know those therapy techniques
He would not have that good an understanding of his own sexuality.
Summary: You're set to be Shadow's companion to keep an eye on him and keep him in line, a courtesy from the goverment for him saving the world with Sonic and the others.
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: Can be read as platonic or romantic! Shadow/reader romance is implied though! You're human in this, age is vague but you're meant to be in your 20s.
Disclaimer: Shadow is an adult, and as for the furry debate, he's literally an adult who can consent and is sentient, don't like? Don't read!
A/N: I've literally been obsessed with this fucker since I was a literal child and it's the first time I've written for him!! The trailer yas me going insane. This is written well before the movie has come out, literally all I got to work with is Shadow in the trailer and the bits and pieces of info I psychoanalized so I don't wanna hear shit about it not being accurate tbh, this is self indulgent!!
incredibly endeared by f/os who don't know how to comfort you. they don't know what to do when you come apart in front of them, shaking, starting to sob as the weight of your woes finally bears down on you.
they know what they're meant to do. they're meant to hold you, and kiss you, tell you it's going to be okay and make it real. they're meant to let you sob into their chest or their shoulder, feeling your arms around them as you let their words soothe you until you can smile again.
...but that's not who they are, it's not what they do- do they even know how? do they know where to put their hands when they go to embrace you? do the words come to them naturally or are they floundering for something, anything they heard from a poet or a story that made it sound so easy.
instead they're left standing, hoping desperately you can feel how badly they want to take your pain from you. then following you down when you fall, kneeling besides your shaking form. they reach out slowly, hesitently, rubbing your back or resting their hand comfortingly on your head.
their voice is rough when they speak, almost awkward - it's- it's alright. - scooting closer on their knees, huddling closer to you so even if they're not holding you you can feel them. i'm here.
and they are, and maybe that's enough. 💖
