#not stc

[sleep-token-confessions]

PSA: For anyone who doesn't already know. Amazon Music is sharing Sleep Token's full legal names. If you use this service and don't want to know their identities, proceed with caution.

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[thanksnigelkitching]

sorry for the lack of updates. i haven't forgotten about this blog, but between Sonic Superstars coming out and working on my RP blogs, i've been a bit busy to read comics. I've played the game to death though, so all I gotta do is finish setting up the new blog and i'll be good to go!

[jorrated]

have you seen my son? now you have

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

i told y'all it's my new favorite image online

bonus: sonic the comic variant

[movie-robotnik-positivity]

Shadow and Commander Tower's relationship is so funny. They tried to kill each other. One invited the other to meet their grandchild. They are coworkers. They are enemies. They relate to each other more than anyone. They don't talk. They have known each other since they were kids. They are a teenager and an old man. They have the same sister.

[couch-house]

jast a lil stc shadow and rouge :)

[goldenseresinretriever]

Subject To Change: Prologue

Tyler Owens x Reader

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve been back home and when life brings you back to your hometown you find that while some things have changed, others have stayed the same. Your brother still has his head in the clouds but the cowboy currently sleeping in your childhood bedroom is definitely a new development. You’re trying to avoid falling into old patterns but maybe some of them aren’t so bad after all.

Chapter CW: Angst, swearing

Word Count: 0.8k

A/N: Here we goooooo!!!

Series Masterlist // Next Chapter

The cab driver gives you a dirty look that you try to avoid as you tip him generously for coming out to drop you off where every other driver refused. The ride had already left a sizable dent in your wallet, but finding a driver willing to drive so far from the airport was a miracle. If anyone understands underappreciated miracle workers, it's you. He wastes no time in pealing away back down the dirt road, blowing up a cloud of dust behind you that kisses the end of your slacks, holding onto you like a homecoming hug as you finally turn to face the dusty path up to your parents’ farmhouse.

It's been years since you’ve been home but in a split second, you’re that little girl with pigtails, kicking up a cloud in her wake as her tiny feet pounded up the drive to your country castle. Now it feels like you’re walking against the wind of your past decisions as you make your way up to the dark porch, and the last of summer's sun creeps past the horizon. When you make it to the porch, your stomach clenches in guilty protest as you step onto it. Suddenly you’re a teenager again, out past curfew as muscle memory guides your hands to the hidden spare key, and before you know it you’re turning the knob, stopping just before the tell-tale squeak that’s given away your entrance more times than you’d care to admit.

It feels wrong, you think, that the house looks the same as the way you left it. You try to ignore the fact that it seems frozen in time like you never left and never looked back. There’s a light on in the kitchen like there always has been. The most replaced bulb in the house, a lighthouse, a beacon for everyone who’s passed through these four walls and it seems to whisper to you that it’s alright and you’re welcome when you know that logically you’re anything but. You tear your eyes away as your feet carry you up the stairs, stepping this way and that to avoid old creaks and discovering new ones worn in by the pattern of avoiding the old ones. Your eyes find the darkness under your parents’ door and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You’re not ready to face them.

When you make it to your door, you take a deep breath as you turn the knob and swing the wood open. Your eyes refamiliarize themselves with the shadows that haunted your childhood nights and you feel at home with the ghosts of your past. The narrow silhouette of the full-length mirror. The hulking form of the antique dresser made by your grandfather’s worn hands years before you were even born. The elegant spires of your four-poster bed, another gift of your grandfather’s, but this time accompanied with memories of you dancing around the barn as he works the wood to your childish whims. You sigh and kick off the heels that have your toes aching and let them dig into the raggedy scruff of the carpet. You cross over to the dresser, swing it open, and locate your pajamas easily even with the cover of darkness. There’s something final about turning on the lights, like you’ll be revealing your arrival to that little girl who’s been waiting in her ivory tower for you to come home.

The exhaustion has caught up with you and you let yourself trudge towards your bed, shoulders slumped to match the state of your mind. You collapse onto the bed, forgoing the covers, too exhausted to pull them back but instead of the comfortable embrace of your time-worn mattress, your body collides with something hard and you feel the air knocked out of your lungs as you gasp in a silent scream. The hardness under you stirs and then it shifts and your body is shifting on top of it, and you’re so frozen in shocked confusion that you don’t think to scramble to grab at the blankets for purchase until it’s too late, and as quickly as you’re falling, you hit the group and the air is punched out of your lungs yet again. A bare foot lands by your head and then you turn it to look up the attached leg to the man that’s blinking sleepily down at you.

From this angle it’s hard to see much, especially since the room is dark, at least until the lamp on your bedside table snaps to life as the man jerks the short chain, flooding the shadows with a warm glow that silhouettes the shirtless man sitting up in your childhood bed. His dark blonde hair is sticking up in various places, and he’s blinking down at you. A thousand emotions are running through your head, fear, shock, confusion, and finally anger. You manage to collect your limbs enough to sit up, ignoring the way your hair is falling over your face in disarray from being thrown unceremoniously off the bed as you glare up at the mystery man.

“Who the fuck are you?”

A/N: AAAAA and we’re off!! I’m so excited to share this story with you all!! Happy Twisters Tuesday!!! 🤠🩵

[transzsonix]

[ironladders]

shadow sister ashrah?

[space-gutz]

every time i see this panel i lose my shit. hes sitting on him like a hormse....

(from sonic the comic issue 51)

[shadowspronouns]

sparkle on !

[sleep-token-confessions]

In light of recent events surrounding fanart takedowns let me bring up a few things for consideration:

Not every single Sleep Token fanart is in danger. Stop spreading that please, because it is not the case. Most of the accounts taken down were accounts that sell fan created works. Accounts that only share, without money being exchanged are seem to be safe or only mistakenly suspended and they are being reactivated if the copyright claim was provably mistakenly applied.

Additionally:

Not only the logo falls under copyright protection but everything Sleep Token (from music, to costumes, to names etc). Which includes the likenesses of the members. You cannot make money from that. You cannot draw Vessel and put a price on the drawing. Because legally it is not yours to sell.

Fair use does not mean you can use copyrighted material for monetary gain. This includes using it as advertisement. Please look up what actually fair use means. There is nothing there that states you are protected from the copyright holder if you are selling said copyrighted material.

Fair use is technically only in practice in the US. Sleep Token is not a US based business entity. Different international laws might apply in their case.

(sidenote: Creative Common licenses also do not allow you to sell or use as advertisment any sort of copyrighted material, it is in a very similar ballpark)

RCA does not hate fanart. They are not stopping anyone from making fanworks. They want to stop you from selling it. Because it is copyrighted material. They don't want you to make money off of someone else's property.

RCA is not here to kill your creativity, RCA is there to protect Sleep Token's property. (Which again, includes their likeness.) They are in a business contract. Which makes RCA's responsibility to protect the Sleep Token property from theft. They are going to protect what is their's. Both of their's. Regardless of personal feelings. There are things called contractual obligations. and there are laws. Anf rights. They have the right for their own creation and/or property. Which, again, is not yours to sell.

It is not as simple as "RCA is the bad guy." They are a business entity. They will act according to their interest but in confines of the law. If you want to object to what they do, learn every single legal clause that could be invovled to defend your stance because the "they hate fanart" not going to stand in a legal enviroment.

If you have fanart you do not profit off of on the same platform as you sell your other works from, it is going to be confusing to differentiate what is actually generating profit for you and what isn't. And by law it can be considered advertisement for the monetized creations even if they not directly generate money for you. The usage of copyrighted material as an advertisement is still prohibited by law and directly violates copyrights. So the entire account will be taken down. Keep it separate however much it sucks.

I understand why a lot of you are upset over all what is happening. I'm not a fan of it either. But that doesn't mean it isn't a copyright violation.

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[disabled-battlekukku]

"Come dance with me."

[jorrated]

maria robotnik or smth

[reinafish]

I was trying smth w my artstyle and wanted to draw fleetway-

Erm… that’s kinda fruity dude…

[shiliria]

Tekno outfits (+ one stolen from the girlfriend)

The second (super cute) outfit design belongs to @nanadouken

Side doodle I did while @shoogles Shorty design (on the left) was staring at me while looking at the Tekno reference