#scourgette

[blackcrow4444]

I made a character sheet of My Sonic character (OC).

Android anima is a term I made up. What it means is it's an android so life-like, it has real skin and use blood as fuel. You can't tell the difference unless you notice the metal hands (that are usually hidden under gloves).

My sheet may seem a little busy with details at first glance, but it's because she has a lot going on in general, and I want to make sure it's as precise as can be.

[sloth-powerart]

Manguini and Scourgette from Dragon Quest 103/105 - 307

[blackcrow4444]

"Angel wings" A new artwork for my character Scourgette, just for fun! Kinda japanese-vector art style. I even did a fake copyright and everything. I hope it looks as cool as I imagined it would be!

Anyway it's no secret that my character is trans, so I wanted to do something positive. There's a lot of Sonic hedgehog characters with quills on the back, that always bothered me. So I gave it a nice spin, and now they're shaped like tiny angel wings. (Hence the title) It may sound a little bit cheesy, but for once I wanted to make something just...nice, to conteract all the negativity in life.

[blackcrow4444]

Now a clean-color lineup of the 4 (new) characters in my story. In other words, those are the only ones made by me, all the others will just be the regular Sonic idw cast.

My story takes place a little after Starline's death and is like an alternate reality as what happen in the comic cannon story after that. A "what if" but with my own spin on the characters.

(Note that I am very loose with my designs so they may look different in the story or my artworks).

[blackcrow4444]

Hey! First ever tumblr post, don't mind me!^^ This is Scourgette, a Sonic OC I made! She's from the Sonic IDW comic universe and her story starts after Starline's death. Also, she's trans. And (spoiler!) an android. Just putting that out there ^^.

[meatbag-status]

I commissioned Void for a portrait of my Jedi Knight, Scourgette (AKA Lina). I love her and I love Void and I love Void's art style! Thank you so much! I loooove it :D

[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.

[vinjaryou]

cry

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He didn't notice it at first, as when he'd walked back into his room after almost three months of being away, the first thing Scourge did was throw his jacket onto his dresser and collapse, face-first, onto his bed. Felt so fucking nice to lay on HIS bed for once. Not that the curse had bestowed a shitty bed or anything on him - other than fucking with his head and making him super-nice, it hadn't been too bad - but still. There's always that feeling of being HOME, of sleeping in your own bed, in your own room. That sense of just being home that he'd missed.

Crawling up on the bed, he was about to latch onto a pillow to take a short nap when he set his sunglasses down on the nightstand and caught sight of it.

The photograph he'd always kept next to his bed.

The two of them in one of those stupid mall photobooths that you had to squish into just for a couple. It had been the last one in their reel, of the two of them in an embrace, caught up in their kiss, forgetting about the camera.

Himself...and his girlfriend.

The one he'd left behind when the fucking place decided to steal him away.

The one...

He blinked, sitting up slowly, picking the frame up to look over the photo, unaware that his eyes were growing damp.

...the one he'd completely forgotten about during the lousy prim and proper black & white curse. The one he'd thought would've been explained away as having been at university, or a long-distance relationship.

Nope.

Nothing.

He'd...he'd LAUGHED it off when he was asked about being married. No mention of a girlfriend at all. Yet he and his lover had been connected - childhood friends, separated by adulthood decisions, coming back together and realizing how deep their affections ran. Hell, even he hadn't had much of a problem in speaking with his (then much younger) third twin.

But her?

Nothing.

The frame was set back on the nightstand, though when he went to lie down, Scourge hid his face in the pillow. Too ashamed to look at it now. He hated the thought of being left alone, of being forgotten, left behind, and just what the fuck had he done?

Precisely that.

Silently cursed when he felt wetness on the pillow, knowing it was from his tears, and turned onto his opposite side, when he heard a muted clunk from inside the closet.

Sat up in a flash, absently wiping his eyes, and scooted down to the foot of the bed. Feet were set carefully on the ground, and he stood, grasping the closet door. A deep breath, and he pulled it open.

A violin fell out against his calf, a bow beside it.

"..." Swallowed back what would've been a distressed scream. Not doing that now. But this place had the shittiest sense of humor in the world. Absolute shittiest. And here he'd thought Al and Cal from way the fuck back in prison had the worst. This place took the goddamn cake.

Reached down with a shaking hand to pick up the instrument and bow, and looked it over carefully. It wasn't rotten by any means - if anything, it was gorgeous. Fine carving, stained a deep ebony with red accents...it nearly reminded him of one he'd owned in his youth.

Before everything had gone to absolute shit.

He moved completely by instinct; the violin was set on his shoulder, fingers finding their place on the neck easily, and Scourge drew the bow across the strings, ears flicking and twitching at the alien yet familiar sound. Brow furrowed as he fiddled lightly with the tunings, and drew the bow again.

There. Better.

...he didn't know what it was that came over him. Closing his eyes, Scourge set his fingers lightly in place, the song coming to him almost out of thin air. Swayed gently with the music as it flowed from the violin by way of his fingers. Years of talent that he'd ignored, let lie dormant while he experimented with more "hardcore" instruments - because really, when one thinks badass, they think guitar, not a fucking violin - were still present, still vibrant, echoing within his bedroom.

Found himself walking out to the main room to let the music really breathe its life into the air, and sighed.

A faint shaking quality to the breath; silent tears had begun to fall down his face only moments earlier, and now ran freely over his cheeks. Licked his lips as he continued to play, fingers seemingly dancing over the strings, his brow furrowed lightly in concentration at times, only to melt into a sort of tranquility that he hadn't felt in years.

A sort of...guilty tranquility.

His mother had taught him violin.

Another one...that he'd left behind.

Why the hell did people bother with him? Try to bring out whatever good there was in him?

...why couldn't he tell people how he felt?

They all just left in the end, right? His mother had run from him. Fiona had ditched him three times - why he'd let himself be drawn into that was just as much his fault as hers. He'd forgotten his girlfriend, after wondering if he'd even see her ever again, just...out of his mind.

Just a fucking damned fool.

Who knew if his lover would stick around if he ever actually said how he felt?

It remained unspoken, but that was due to a gut feeling. That his lover knew how he felt, so there was no real need to state the obvious. But sometimes...sometimes it just felt nice to say it, to hear it said back in kind. In honesty.

...no. Can't risk that. Not at all. Just as his other twin and he kept their distance - much as they wanted each other, both still unsure of just how to go about it - he couldn't risk telling him. Look at his track record with it before.

Three women, all gone.

No need to start a new tally with men.

A slight flinch; he hadn't realized that he'd begun quietly sobbing over the music, over his thoughts. His playing had become softly frantic, worried. Hadn't been playing anything known for several minutes now, just playing by ear. By heart.

By emotion.

A soft, choked cry when he finished the final note with a flourish, fingers shaking to keep the note vibrating even after the bow was dropped. Only when it was finally silent did he open his eyes.

Looked directly into his lover's startled, fascinated

worried

gaze.

Felt the dampness on his face, fresh tears running lightly down his cheeks.

Licked his lips, sniffling once, and gave his lover a tiny, shy smile.

Hoped he wasn't shaking as badly as he felt he was inside.

Just wanted to drop to his knees and cry.

...and pray he'd stay there to hold him.

Didn't want to be left alone.

Couldn't be left alone.

He dropped.