Hello! And welcome to Sonic-Angst-Club ^_^
This is a group for the rather, crazy Sonic fans who enjoy seeing characters show another side to them, one which you rarely see in the real Sonic universe- imperfection.
THIS IS NOT A HATE GROUP.
Please submit your art into the right folders.
Please no hate comments, or trouble. This will result in you getting reported.
And last of all, have fun!
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open request!españolopen request! by yumeKasai129
ok, después de un tiempo pensé en abrir los request de nuevo porque se que no he subido nada y pues entonces me dieron ganas de abrirlos
si quieren uno manden me una nota o en los comentarios, solo quiero que me digan los personajes, el fondo y si quieren un fondo que les guste.
pueden pedirme de los personajes que ustedes quieran!
también seguiré con mi cómic, solo para avisarles!
bueno eso es todo, que tengan un buen día, noche o tarde!
ok, after a time thought about opening the request again because I have not uploaded anything since then and made me want to open
if you want one send me a note or in the comments, I just want to tell me the characters, background, and if you want a background that you like.
can ask the characters that you want!
I will also continue with my comics, just to let them know!
well that's all, have a good day, evening or afternoon!
The Last Ray of HopeI was lying there motionless. My right hand was over my seeping chest and my left arm lay limp. I could feel myself smiling with tears building up inside of me. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The so called legendary hedgehog had been defeated. Me… legendary… I’m really making a name for myself now.The Last Ray of Hope by SonikkuFan94
That bloated Egghead had done it. He managed to break me and take me down… hmph took him long enough. I closed my eyes releasing the held back tears, still wearing my uncanny smile. I felt a hand near my head trying to raise me gently. I recognised the timid touch and I opened my eyes weakly. My little brother was looking at me, with tears flooding his eyes. I hated seeing him upset, I mentally frowned at the sight of him. On the outside I tried to lift my left hand to touch his face with my palm. I struggled from the immense pain but Tails grabbed it and pushed it to his face furiously.
“T-Tails… don’t cry…” I tried with all my
Backstory theory for Scourge/Evil Sonic Part-1Okay so because of a certain someone *cough* Penders *Cough*Backstory theory for Scourge/Evil Sonic Part-1 by XEver-Blue-ZoneCopX
Scourge the Hedgehog's backstory never had much good chances to
be improved, well as I have heard though despite Penders
doesn't own Scourge's design I heard though that he owns
Scourge's uhhh...backstory? Correct me if I'm wrong though
guys but even if that was the case is he fricking serious!?
He was able to take Scourge with that excuse!? Again
correct me if I'm wrong, but anyway this ain't gonna
be some silly little rant fest nor anything, because
Scourge's backstory won't have the chance to be improved
I decided to make a theory of it, non-official one in
story form, but if I had made any mistakes here guys
please forgive me I tried my best. ;A;
A blue teenage hedgehog was walking down the hall sighing to
himself, he looked about maybe 13 to 14 years old and wore
blue boots with a white line going down. He was walking
down the very halls of a castle it would seem to be the
castle Acorn since the flags hanging from the po
That Little Kiss You Stole.Sonic leaned casually against the wall, in an easy stance he always pulled off remarkably well, despite being reasonably tall. With one hand, he tossed a weapon into the air. It spun in a cartwheel couple of times before coming back down. He caught it handle first.That Little Kiss You Stole. by Realise-FrenchFries
Amy dragged her gaze up from the floor, pinpointing those orbs on her hammer that Sonic grasped in one hand. Amusement flashed in the dark depths of his eyes.
“If you were in a real fight you’d be dead meat by now. Finished. End of story. But, since I’m a nice guy, I’ll give you another chance at beating me.” He said. He flipped the hammer into the air once again. Amy’s eyes followed it longingly. She was about to point out that she was the one who defeated him at ‘Whac-A-Mole’ yesterday, but she bit back her tongue knowing that logic would get her nowhere.
Instead, she rubbed her forearm across her mouth, hurled herself up, tore the red headband from her quills, a
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