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Sprunki Collection Themes

I want to see votes for more themes. Vote for interests.

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Bro needs to work on having opinions

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collection #21

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Sprunki OC Picrew

A lot of people say they want me to make a picrew as I could probably make one with a good veriety of stuff for sprunki ocs.

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Sprunki Headcanon Excerpts (Part 1)

Here's a fun little Vineria head-canon.

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It is said in canon that Vineria is confirmed to be bald, and that the plants on her head are wigs that she makes. She has a lot of wigs, according to the wiki- but the one she is seen with is her favorite one.

I have seen many head-canons surrounding this. Whilst I do not hate a single one of them, I wanted to go a different direction with my idea.

Most head-canons surround the idea that she is either terminally ill- or perhaps she smokes too much weed. (In which the terminally ill one would make sense- but seems basic. The smoking weed one does not truly make sense to me as she is canonically confirmed to not smoke as she cares about her plants too much.)

So, with that said, this is my take.

Genetics.

In my head-canon, Vineria is the product of two different sub-species of sprunki. Her parents, one being plant- and one being rock/minerals.

One parent being connected to plants could feed into her love of plants- and the other being made of rock/minerals could explain a genetic shortcoming that leads her to being bald or simply mostly bald.

Some genetic deficiencies can lead to individuals being bald. In which, in this case- it is simply hereditary. (Most likely on her fathers side, since it is more common in males than females)

So, say her mother is plant based, and her father is mineral/rock based. She receives her plant based prowess and fondness from her mother- and the bald/minimal hair and horn trait from her father.

She could theoretically have a bit of an Iron, Zinc etc. deficiency. Which leads to her only being able to produce so much hair unless she goes through with the idea of getting supplement's to help her maintain the production of these minerals in her system.

If she would get any hair growing it, it would likely grow in very unevenly and be hard to maintain as it would be easy to lose, hard to style, and so forth.

So, she uses her keen nature with plants to nurture them, and sometimes fashions them into wigs for herself, which helps her stay comfortable and feel a sense of accomplishment as her plants are part of her day to day presentation.

She is not self conscious of her baldness at all, and she thinks it works out in the end as she can essentially any kind of hair she truly wants.

On top of that, going along with the mineral deficiency theory, if she lacks stuff like Iron and Zinc in her system- it can also explain a couple things as well.

One of these things being that she always looks either tired/or very calm in her sprites. (Which ironically lead to the head-canon of her being a pothead in the first place.)

People with low amounts of Iron and other minerals in their blood often tend to spend a lot of time tired, or laggard. Which means, as a hobby, tending to plants would be a good hobby regardless as it is usually contained in one area, has simple needs, and typically doesn't have to be rushed.

So yeah, that's a silly little head-canon I have.

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Machine Gunning OC Info (Part 2)

This Sprunki's name is Fortune Hope.

Hope is based on the 'Fortune Cat'

Hope wasn't originally a sprunki. She started out as a legitimate cat. This being said- she still has a more cat like personality- behaving more like the animal than an arguable humanoid.

She is 1/2 the size of a typical sprunki. For a better visulization- she would roughly be the size of a 8-10 year old, in comparison to a full grown person.

Hope does not speak any words. She still communicates with meowing. However, the times she meows is few and far between.

She has a random ability to spontaneously 'spawn' coins. Much like the coin on her head. These coins come out of her bell when it gets shaken.

She is very protective of Dijin. However, much like Dijin she also has amnesia, and does not completely know who he actually is.

She does not have a cat tail, as she is a calid coated Japanese Bob-Tail Cat.

Despite having more animal like mannerisms and behavior, she has high levels of emotional and psychological depth. Meaning- technically- she has a moral compass and does make conscious decisions for herself by herself.

She passed away in the same way Dijin did- though this way is still unknown to them. Dijin's shrine/burial site also holds her body so they share the same gravestone.

She has the same ghostly abilities Dijin does- just on a smaller scale. She can become solid or non solid, and while she can change forms- it's only to one thing rather than an array of options.

There is a big looming ghost-cat that appears around her and Dijin from time to time. This thing has a grotesque body that is comparable to a shadow with the rakes lanky, lumbering features. However, this shadow is not hostile.

Dijin feels nothing but regret when he looks at her, but he has no idea why.

She can eat food. Her favorite food is literally just peanut butter.

The coins she creates from her bell actually serve a purpose and coincide with Dijin's ability. These will not be explained as of now

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I have nothing useful to say. I am just politely petitioning to rename 'ShellVision' to "ArcheologyShow" as a ship name

Bye.

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GlassButterflies my beloved, I will die with this ship

minicomic + doodles of a ship ive been fixated on for so long. they are yuri to me

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Machine Gunning OC Info

It has come to my attention that I post them but you all legitimately have no genuine context on my OC/s and why they exist. Or anything about them that would make them interesting.

So let's start, short and sweet, I will present all information in an informative format. Primarily through bullet lists.

Dijin is estimated to be 23-27 years old

He is a ghost/zombie. Classifying him as the undead.

Dijin is mute. He cannot speak, though he seems to understand just about every language.

Dijin has the ability to make himself solid, or non solid.

Dijin does not remember his real name.

He has severe amnesia. Though he does have flashbacks, he seems to forget them as soon as they come. However, his memory in regards to everything that happens presently seems to stay in tact.

Despite being mute, his technical instrument/sounds are Wooden Windchimes.

This sound was chosen due to the fact that his shrine/burial grounds have windchimes hung eveyrwhere.

The side of his face behind the tag is covered due to an injury. This injury was of his own presentation as his original 'form' was more graphic. He manipulated his ghostly body to direct the injury in one location to make it appear less brutal, and hide it from immediate view.

He is immune to horror mode, due to already being undead. However, he is not powerful by any means. He cannot do anything of use, or to intervene in the events of a tradgedy unless someone is dead.

He had a cat named Fortune.

He is very awkward, and somewhat anti-social and non reactive. However, he is very emotional, and easily connects to people if they learn to understand how he communicates.

Due to being able to manipulate his body, he can change his body to be any shape he really wants. However, he can't take his tag off, nor can he change his color scheme.

He has no known fears, but fire seems to make him inadvertantly have flashbacks. Which lead him to being distracted.

Should I drop more personal ocs with genuine lore, or just stick to random oc posts?

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red

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No color theme? No actual theme...? That's crazy...

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The Gray Area - Chapter 1

Authors Note: Seeing as my drawing pad is down for a little while, I decided to give my hand at writing again to see if I am rusty. This fanfiction a Sprunki fanfiction. Seeing as my 'Ask Gray Anything' posts are paused, I decided it would be better for me to expand on this world more, before I decided on a direction to take it.

Please remember, this is a Sprunki fanfiction. That means, by default, that this fanfiction is going to have elements of horror, manipulation, fiction and otherwise other unpleasant topics, subject matter or otherwise unsafe content for minors.

This is a warning, as I will not be held responsible for any effects it has on someone who reads it. If you feel unsafe, uncomfortable, or otherwise unsatisfied with anything at all in this fanfiction I implore you to put it down and either take a break, or not return to it. Thank you for understanding. Your safety and comfort as a reader is important to me as a producer of literary work. Without further adieu, to the fanfiction.

Chapter One - Lingering

In a world that is full of vibrance and life, there is almost no problems to be expected. The lives of a sprunki character was simple, after all. They all exist in their world, entities of habit. Singing their songs and humming their tunes as they days roll by.

Everything else in this life was simple substance. They filled their days with their purpose of musical happiness. The other necessities of self care and anything else seemed so small compared to that.

Mr. Sun sat in the sky, emanating a cheerful tune as he bopped back and forth in the vibrant blue abyss, only substantiated with clouds and an occasional bird that felt the need to flutter by. The day was warm, and the wind chill made the temperature perfect. Fluffy clouds, white in color rolled by slowly, like a flock of sky-bound sheep.

It was days like this that Gray loved most. Everything about days like these made him feel that.. maybe- just maybe... everything was okay. That everything he had tainting his memory was a dream.

The tired middle gray sprunki flattened his ears back against his head as he looked over the park, the many faces he was familiar with all running around and hanging out with their fellow sprunki of choice. There was unbridled happiness, raw emotion in the form of joy and laughter.

The cat like sprunki had barely had a reaction to these things before. He had always thought it was a little bit annoying to be surrounded by such uncontained joy. How he wished he never complained before- knowing what would happen now.

It was like clockwork, really. Always just clockwork day in and day out. Everyone would be feeling like the day was theirs. The only thing in their way was what they needed to do to get from point A to point B. Mirth on their faces, because none of them knew yet what was to come.

Gray, with a resigned sight, pondered deeply. He needed to stop this.. somehow. how can he even hope to stop it when his memory of the first loops were now fleeting. He hated it.

He had been at this so goddamn long that he was started to forget how this happened.

As much as he wanted to forget this monstrosity- this absolute nightmare, he didn't want to forget anything until this nightmare was actually over.

"Heyy-haha! Gray, c'mon man, are you going to sit there brooding the whole mornin'? The sun's nice, and the breeze is great. You gotta lighten up, broski!"

Oren pulled his skateboard to a skidding stop as he slowly slid his headphones away from his ears. He bopped his head with the lingering notes of his music, loud as it was.

"Classic DJ for you.." Gray lightly mumbled, his ears someone straining at the sound of the loud music. "How does that not hurt your ears?"

Oren seemed to quirk a brow, somewhat confused before waving a hand dismissively and laughing. He shook his head before turning his music down and tucking his MP3 player back into his pocket. Simon pulled up next to him, shaking his head as he looped a hand under one of the wheels on his own board- propping it up vertically.

"Come on man, you know me, I have ears of steel. I gotta have some good drums up in this head if I wanna place them sick beats, yo." Oren strolled up to Gray, looping his hand over the others shoulder. A common gesture of good nature.

Despite Gray not being the touchy type, he didn't brush the other off. Grumpy as he was most of the time, he would never shoo off one of his friends. Especially since this was just how he liked to show his affection. Gray somewhat looked to the side, before looking back up at the sky. He knew this day all so well, it felt so normal now. Not that Oren would have any chance of knowing that.

"The day is... nice."

There was a collective silence between Oren and Gray, Simon somewhat snickering before shaking his head.

"That is the most you answer I've heard yet. Not really that enthusiastic, but hey, at least you like the weather too, huh?" Simon walked closer as well, before leaning on Oren.

"I'm not gonna tell ya what ya need to do- but ya gotta loosen up a lil bit and chillll bro. You look so tense..." Oren's more cheeky tone left him, genuine concern entering his eyes as he sighed, a frown creeping across his features. "For real, though... are you okay?"

Gray looked direct at Oren, noting how Simon immediately put his own phone down, to listen in. He frowned before taking a deep breath. He had been through this song and dance. Every single time, in fact.

"I'm okay, I'm just feeling a little under the weather, is all. I didn't sleep well last night, my ac is broken- bit too warm for my liking- ya know?"

It seemed easier for Oren to accept excuses if they were explained, that way there was little room for argument. With gray being a darker sprunki with fur, it wouldn't be too hard to believe he would be warmer than most else would be.

Simon seemed to frown at the explanation, but he never made any attempt to pry for anymore information. It was clear he didn't really buy it though.

"Ohh-yeah yeah I get that." Oren nodded as he seemed to come to a small realization. "No matter, if you don't feel well, I suppose I can leave you be. Get better soon man, for real for real!" She picked up his skateboard again before shooting a brief peace sign at Gray, jumping on the board before skating away.

Simon maintained a little bit more eye contact, before frowning. He looked to make sure Oren was a little ways away, before turning his head back in Gray's direction.

"I don't know what your real problem is... but I wish you would trust us more. Something is bothering you and I know it's not sickness. Please know we are here for you if you need help... alright?"

He didn't wait for Gray to answer, he just grabbed his board before starting to skate off after Oren, yelling for the other one to wait up for him.

Gray remained in place, his gaze trained on the orange and yellow forms slowly retreating from view. He took a deep breath, before looking up at the sky, his dark eyes narrowing as he tried to contain his thoughts.

The sky lingers on as blue as it was before... ever so bright and saturated with hues. Within the blink of an eye... Gray knew it would be lost- soon enough.

"Yeah..." he sighed, before closing his eyes. He looked over to a familiar figure, standing among the group of Sprunki in the distance. Dark and looming. a white tie and a dark hat. Unmoved eyes.

Black sat there, talking with Tunner and Jevin. All of them taking in light conversation.

""Well, here goes nothing..."

(To Be Continued)

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Mobians for sale, 10$ USD

base by The Collector on Toyhouse.

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Ourple 2.0

Midnight and Lavender are both claimed

5$ each if anyone is interested