Bring it on

Scourgette the Hedgehog. Yes, I'm a chick. And staying that way. Deal with it. Current M!A: None.

[ask-scourgette]

Holy crap it's been so long I forgot just how much I love your art. Also wouldn't it be three years instead of two since it's 2015?

awwww wow hello that’s so nice of you to say <333

And it hasn’t been three years just yet according to the dates. almost there though!

[ask-scourgette]

Proof on a silver platter.

Hello all who will be reading this, and hello to you specifically scourgette_love and scourgette_the_hedgi.

This is Scourgette’s mun speaking, Frankiiro.

If you take the time to look through this blog and my personal which have existed for a total of two years now (yep, since 2012!), you will notice that there is a lot, if not most, of the art you two have been posting without my permission (and may I remind you that if you read the Terms of Use of Instagram, by agreeing you had pledged to not use third party content that was not originally made by you. So I have all the rights in the world to report both of you right now.)

Don’t believe me?

Here’s a snippet of the terms of use!

“You represent and warrant that: (i) you own the Content posted by you on or through the Service or otherwise have the right to grant the rights and licenses set forth in these Terms of Use; (ii) the posting and use of your Content on or through the Service does not violate, misappropriate or infringe on the rights of any third party, including, without limitation, privacy rights, publicity rights, copyrights, trademark and/or other intellectual property rights; (iii) you agree to pay for all royalties, fees, and any other monies owed by reason of Content you post on or through the Service; and (iv) you have the legal right and capacity to enter into these Terms of Use in your jurisdiction.”

Here are a few examples of the Contents you’ve been misappropriating my intellectual property rights with!

From this blog:

1 - 2 - 3

From my personal, which I linked you to:

1 - 2 - 3

While checking these you may also want to take notes of the dates that go back to, as I said, two years ago. So even if you have them on a side-blog somewhere here on tumblr, I can guarantee mine were posted first. Because they are mine.

And, if for some godforsaken reason you still don’t believe me, you can look at my deviantart page right here.

That said, since you both have me blocked and this will probably be my only chance at getting your attention, I’d like to share a little something with you.

When I first approached you both, I was more than polite and approachable. Yet instead of responding to me with an open mind and granting me the same respect I granted you (despite your actions), one of you was outright rude to me, and the other chose to hide and lie about their intention to communicate with me.

Why is that?

We could have discussed this, and I wouldn’t have had to request that you both take my art down.

If there’s anything I wish for you to learn from this experience, it’s to learn how to be respectful. Whether it’s a stranger or not, you have no right to look down on them just because you believe you are right.

And above all, that reposting/stealing art isn’t alright.

and before you say “everybody else does it”, that doesn’t make you right.

In fact, by your logic, with all the people who visited your page and told you what you were doing was wrong, you should have at least gotten some curiosity as to whether or not you were right on this issue.

That said, please, I implore that you both take down my art from your profiles if you are not going to credit me properly on every single piece that you post.

This is my final warning.

--Fran.

[ask-scourgette]

WHY WE WASNT INVITED TO THE WEDDDINNG.

FUCK OFF BRAT.

[ask-scourgette]

We didn't get the chance to see what you two was wearing during the wedding. Can we see some pictures ?

NO.

[ask-scourgette]

Congraluation for the wedding ! Are you thinking about having a child already ? :3

NO.

[ask-scourgette]

HEY I HERD YOU GOT MARREED

...

[ask-scourgette]

She wanted to wait up for him.

After all she'd been gone for a while, and she wanted to see the look on his face when he came back and saw her. That and well, she'd missed him. A lot.

The couch would've been a bad idea, since she knew she'd just eventually lay down and inevitably fall asleep, so she instead settled for the floor, hoping the lack of comfort would keep her awake. A jar of nutella was placed beside her along with her newly acquired emerald - she preferred keeping it by her side at all times despite feeling a lot safer, now that she was home - and she grabbed her controller, turning on the console. 

-

The game kept her going for about an hour before she felt her eyes begin to sting, but she refused to turn it off just yet. Another spoonful of nutella was shoved into her mouth, then gnawing at the utensil once the chocolate had been licked off completely.

She had to stay awake, falling asleep was out of the question this time.

-

And yet as time continued passing by, she failed to notice her body had slumped down into a half-assed sitting position, and eventually just found herself rolling onto her stomach.

He shouldn't be gone much longer. He usually came back round this time when he went out. He'd be back soon.

-

Focusing on the game started getting more and more difficult, and an aggravated sigh left her lips when the obnoxious ''Game Over'' screen popped up. She tried blinking away the stingy feeling in her eyes, but it refused to leave her alone.

...maybe if she rested them... just for a few minutes...

She rolled on her side, letting go of the controller she held to place her hand under her cheek as she slightly curled up.

'Just... a few minutes.'

...

[ask-scourgette]

If the weasel ever asks, 

I'm a walking pandemic of fleas.

[toothylittlebastard-deactivated]

“Ah well!” grinned the weasel, more refusing to take note of the distaste in the woman’s voice, than completely unaware of it. Ahh, she was probably just playing around anyways. Or else she was blind- he knew he looked damn sexy in white. If this babe said that he didn’t, then she must be telling fibs.

There was something appealing about the way she touched her own neck, ahhh, but then- fleas? “I don’t have fleas,” Nack retorted. Suddenly he was put off. Did the hedgehog have fleas? “If ya got some on ya, those ain’t from me.” He took a step back. “Don’t let them jump on me!” he added. He’d best keep his distance.

“Huh. Scrooge… Yeah I think I remember him.” Now that he thought about it, this lady resembled the bloke in some ways. Noticing this for the first time, Nack peered at her again, afresh, before simply shrugging it off. They knew each other then? So… this lass was probably just Scrooge’s little sister or something. Not that that mattered in any case.

“I don’t wanna touch a girl with fleas, luv. Sorry! Better luck next time!” He blew a little kiss and then bounded cheerfully away.

No, he wasn’t gonna touch a girl with fleas. He might be unfortunate enough to catch one. The green lady would have to wait until another day.

[ask-scourgette]

The hedgehog simply stared at the weasel as he left, quite literally speechless. If anything, she found his reaction interesting, if not flat-out proving he actually did have fleas. Why else would react in such a way and just run off like tha--...

Fleas?

That was it? 

That was all she needed to say to get him off her back?

Well then.

[ask-scourgette]

He's getting ready.

Oh would you cut your bullshit and give it a rest.

[toothylittlebastard-deactivated]

Slowly he dragged his gaze back up to her face, fixing her with one of his most leering stares but, after a few moments had passed, this stare subsided… becoming instead a look of utter confusion as Nack carefully studied the features of the ‘unknown’ woman.

Nope, she wasn’t ringing any bells whatsoever. He scratched his head as he unsuccessfully attempted to recall her…

“Say. Did we have sex?”

[ask-scourgette]

Her eyes narrowed at his question, bitter annoyance now replacing her previously calm and composed features. How thick could this idiot get?

''Fuck no.'' she replied, disgust dripping from her words. ''I don't sleep with flea bags.''  Another sigh escaped her lips as she rubbed the back of her neck, eyes closing for a moment.

''Honestly, I don't know how Scourge manages to even speak with you and not want to bash your face in.''

[ask-scourgette]

Where is he?

I don't know. What's it matter to you, anyway?

[ask-scourgette]

I think he's going to do it.

And I think you don't know what you're talking about.

[ask-scourgette]

I think Scourge wants to marry you.

I think you're mistaken.

[toothylittlebastard-deactivated]

“If you want me to be the bitch baby~”

His ears had already perked up along with his mischievous smile, the grumbling quickly forgotten as he attempted to look the hedgehog in the eye…. but found his gaze wandering down to her chest.

“So where did we meet before? Jog my memory, toots. Was it a strip club or a whore house?”

[ask-scourgette]

A quick glare at him when his eyes strayed from her eyes down to her chest before she sighed. His appearance had changed, but he was still the same old dumbass on the inside.

''Hell if I remember the exact place, but I can assure you it wasn't in any of those locations.''

''If anything I do recall punching you, though.'' she stated matter-of-factly.

[toothylittlebastard-deactivated]

Woah! Woah!

It was just a simples question! I was bein’ nice… if you wanna be a bitch about it then fine.

*Under his breath Nack muttered to himself* Why’ve all the hottest babes gotta be complete bitches? Hmph.

[ask-scourgette]

''And I was just asking. But if you want to be a bitch about it, then fine~'' She repeated with a smirk. There was the faintest twitch of her ear at his muttering, but she simply shrugged it off.

[ask-scourgette]

toothylittlebastard replied to your photo: ” ‘Sup, fuckers.” ”Miss me~?”

Who are you?

Have you always had such a shitty memory, or did amnesia come with your geezer coating?