#Sprunki ask blog

[scally-wiggles716]

Look, I know i said I'd take a break, but I had to do this the moment I heard it.

This is why Clocca is after saves:

Credit to @sprunkimortality

[digging-for-answers]

"Psst pstt. Brun. Brun check it."

[A familiar voice speaks from below.]

"Brun, look what me found next to moss patch."

[Jonathan opens his palm.]

"B u g g y."

(x was giggling at the height difference as x drew this)

"Oh!"

"Yes! What you have there seems to be an isopod! a giant porcellio to be exact! see how long its antennae are, and the unique coloring it has? fascinating, I did not know there were any of these living around here! were there more? could you show me? I do like isopods quite a bit actually! even if they do live up to the name 'wood lice', my isopup is constantly trying to chew on the wooden furniture back home-" Brun pauses and looks... incredibly embarrassed. "Oh-... Forgive me Jonathan. I was rambling again. It's a lovely bug, thank you for showing me."

[sprunki-songs]

made a server... inspired by sprunki stuff but just like by other blogs i dont mind ocs or some crossovers :)

[asksprunkifuloren]

ROUND 2 BITCH. *shoves tide pods inside oren's mouth* WE DO NOT QUIT. except for the 200 times i attempted this bUT WHATEVER

[ LP pulls your hand out of his mouth, swallowing those stupid fuckigin blue and orange gushers down ]

" --holy shit easy man - ! " " relax " " i am not doing that right now. i have somewhere to be in a couple hours. i got hot boy things to do !! " " i gotta.. i like.. " " ...hm "

[ But despite the rather rough handling of him... You have appealed to his competitive nature..... ] [ LP, regrettably does not take L's... ]

[ 1 hour in and he's about a hundred tidepods down and he is feeling like ass and also? He doesn't even know the stats of this challenge. Has he won yet? ] [ ???Better finish another box just to be sure?? ]

[curiosity-killed-the-sprunki]

Oh, these two lovebirds... All feels safe and okay in this moment, the both of them holding each other so close and tight, sharing gentle kisses and touches... At least someone can see that none of this is Wenda just looking for attention.

She doesn't respond for quite some time, the silence on her end being filled by raspy purring and sniffly, shaky sighs. She gently kneads her lover, squishy pawpads soft against his back while her claws hook into his shirt for comfort. Her tail even curls up on her lap, and her ears aren't laying flat quite as much. "...I missed you." She finally mutters, nudging her snout against his shoulder. "I'm sorry if I worried you. I-I didn't mean to... I got scared. I'm sorry."

*The red sprunki would pad his way over to the shared house of Wenda and Grayson, peering up at the place. Hes never really been there before, he had no reason to be, but he hasnt seen his girlfriend in a while and hes getting worried. What if shes sick? Or hurt? What if something happened to him and he was too late to come check on her? He hopes not. He took it upon himself to be there for her*

*No time for overthinking, as he makes his way to the front door. With a sigh he brings his hand up to knock on the door a couple of times. He doesnt knock too hard like he does most of the time. He'd prefer not to create any property damage on his girlfriend's house from knocking too hard after all. He hopes he gets an answer though. It would be preferred if he could check on her personally instead of having to break in or call her. He shakes those thoughts out of his head before waiting for an answer, for someone to open the door*

It takes a moment, and Raddy can see just the slightest bit of movement behind the curtains on the door's window, but he can hear several locks being undone... And then the door eases open. Grayson looks up at Raddy with a blank sort of expression, but he steps back and opens the door all the way. "Hey, man." He doesn't ask why Raddy is there, what he wants, and offers no information on Wenda. He just stands there with an energy drink in his paw, wearing an oversized jacket and ripped up pajama pants.

( @askraddyred - incase you wanted to be @'d :)

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

". . ."

[The creature wearing Simon's skin stares at Hansen unblinkingly.

Is it breathing? Is it moving at all? It was hard to tell.

However, the look in its eyes was unmistakably targeted.]

(HEHEHEHE HI MOD x was gonna do this in an anon ask but apparently anons cant send pictures so boo...anyways woe sivior be upon ye)

Hansen dons his vest and sheriff's hat having finished up his paperwork for the morning, and steps outside. There is a cool breeze, a fine haze of fog filling the cobblestone streets of the village... and directly in front of the sheriff's office stands- ... well... whatever this thing is. Hansen's hackles immediately raise and his ears pin back, but he makes no sudden movements aside from a polite tip of the hat. "Well-... erh... Howdy. Mornin' to you. Anythin' I can help ya with?" His voice wavers and sounds choked... And behind that bandanna, he wears and beneath the shadow the brim of his hat makes, it almost looks as if he had been crying. those weren't sounds of fear he was making.

[askraddyred]

" You arent safe from the tyranny spreading throughout your world. There is no use in running. Have this rope and while your at it, say hello to God for me " - 🎩⚫

" What the hell do you mean by that? You think this is funny or somethin? "

" ACK- "

" Ghck- W-What th- hell- let- let me- go- "

" . . . "

[ Mod :: Everyone is free to int with this post. You can react through rp and such if you wanna. OCs and canon characters allowed. Just dont do anything weird to him pretty plz. ]

[deer-sprunki-bini]

((Where did I get the courage to post this 😭))

((Guys pls don't judge me ;-;))

[twilight-draconian]

  [ Perfect willingness to do the job, and no complaints. This is turning out well! The most important part was the feline's actual preformance. ]

“ Hoho! You wanna overachive already? To win my love? Cute! ”

  [ Batting his eyelashes, fanning his face. He's joking, snickering to himself. ]

" Weeeeell… I hate him too. He steals from young parents trying to provide for their kids. I'm all about breaking the law to get what I want, but fuck. Don't bring the kids into it. They don't have to be as fucked up as I am if they don't want to be. "

  [ He seemed to enjoy talking quite a bit. Though he did catch himself, moving on as to not bore Warren any further. ]

“ Right. Short answer, sure. Long answer, pretty please with a cherry on top, could you make it look like an accident? I think that's where your bonus is lurking, pretty kitty. ”

Time was almost up for the little kitty to get to the nightclub. A nasty fight had broken out shortly after he'd returned to his home in the sewers beneath the city, so Warren wasn't in the prettiest of conditions right now- Bruised and beaten, a few fresh notches cut out of his ears, claws chipped and his knuckles raw and bloody... But he needed this job. He wore a black leather trench coat, long black pants, and black army boots, a black beanie pulled over his ears and a black mask covering most of his face... He was even wearing green contact lenses! He looked like a completely different sprunki! Thunder rolled overhead and a steady rain fell, but Warren kept his head down and his eyes on the nightclub he was traveling towards: Ultraviolet. Understandably, he was yanked aside and almost tossed into the rainy streets by the bouncer at the front door, especially for trying to cut the line, but he remembered what he was told to say. "Listen, man! All I wanted was a taste of the cosmos..." ... And it seemed to work! The bouncer released Warren and ushered him inside, and after mentioning that same phrase to a few other workers, Warren was led right towards a large stage where perhaps the most beautiful sprunki he's ever seen was putting on such a show for the crowd... "...Mercy... That cant be him."

( @wrong-place-at-the-wrong-time

  [ As Warren approached, there was some whispering about how he looked. He was correct in his assumption about his appearance, it seemed. Most others were dressed well- or at least tidy. In fact, the entire club seemed to be that way itself. Clean tinted windows, violet neon lights… modern decorations to match the modern structure of the building. A set of stairs let down to the entrance, seeming connected to another building that wasn't part of the club. It must go on underneath. ]

  [ It was clear that the man in the alley was involved with this place, the design looked just like him- or at least what could be seen of him underneath the cloak the night before. He must be pretty confident, bold… or full of himself. That was all going to be figured out after truly getting to know him. ]

  [ It's a good thing that Warren remembered the little code phrase! The bodyguard seemed quite serious. This place must be popular, judging by the people who wanted to get in. Upon being ushered inside, the sound of the previously muffled music was made clear. The further in Warren went, the louder one thing got- the beautiful sound of a horn. This place wasn't like any random bar on the street, not extremely loud thumping music or bar fights, just chilling out and drinking. Sure there were some rowdy people… but peoeple here just seemed… cool about everything. ]

  [ The stage is where the beautiful music was originating from. Right in the front and center, was a tall, shimmering purple dragon playing the horn. Slowly and beautifully… wearing a dark sparkly dress and a boa scarf laying over his shoulders. The way that his tail shimmered and his eyes were glowing, it just had to be the same man who approached Warren before. ]

  [ He was quick to notice the new face in the crowd. He even shot a wink to him! It wasn't too hard to spot him, really. Even with his disguse, his condition stood out like a sore thumb. Sure no one would know it was ‘Warren, that one guy from the news’, but he stuck out for sure. That's alright, though. ]

  [ The dragon seemed to like that. ]

  [ As he finished, he bowed as the audience cheered, walking off stage… then simply wandering by Warren and wrapping a wing around him as he led him further to the back of the club. ]

“ Look who made it. Deciding to cut it close? ”

[feelingsprunki]

Hey, welcome to Sprunkville, where all the Sprunkis have fun and make music! Feel free to ask these silly guys some questions!

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[cultist-vessel]

Hm. A pink Tunner-lookin fella- and in the Songville universe, they only turn pink on love day, which it isn’t…. Hm.

Oh. A letter coming towards you? Hmmmmm.

Think our stars will ever align? Or our bodies? ;)

Okay, that was corny, but I love yer reaction when I send these. Haw!

-Secret admirer

  [ He's getting really excited about these letters… this time, a shadow tendril bursts violently from the ground and snatches the next one from the air and desperately brings it to him. Eyes wide, bouncing in excitement, he opens it… only to hoot loudly as his wings suddenty span out fully. ]

  [ That's it. He can't take it anymore. His head turns DIRECTLY at the other. Sure it may be backwards, but that's normal for owls! Though it's still! Really creepy! His staring is directly into the soul! ]

  [ …and now he's flying towards him! Very, very quickly! ]

[asksprunkiestsimon]

" Oh, dear. Please do not attempt to eat dry ice... "

( @cultist-vessel )

" hopy shit ... "

" big fat beautiful man ... "

[digging-for-answers]

(you know what...fuck it...YOLO....x'm doing this...not canon but it would be fun)

[It had been a quiet day before Jonathan showed up. The equestrian Sprunki had been pacing back and forth for the last few minutes, his gloved paws unable to keep themselves in one place for long.]

"They onto me now, Brun! They onto me, me swear! They don't fall for silly thing no more!"

[He placed his paw on his forehead, nearly tugging at his own fur in a panic. His eyes- well, eye- darted around in a frenzy, wide and restless.]

"If audience not following along, what then?! What become of ol' Brud, silly guy of ever?!"

(guhhhhhh djjnhjfh fjfjdnvffnjv fjvnjfh /scared /lh)

Brun, however, was seated in his favorite chair with an open book in his lap and with a steaming mug of coffee In his paw. His eyes followed Johnathan as they paced his den, frowning with concern while he crossed his legs. Silence as he took a sip from his drink, then setting his cup down and clasped his paws together. "Please sit down, wont you? You're making me a little nervous with your pacing... Taking a deep breath will help you relax, too." He started, voice quiet and gentle. "Start from the beginning again? I'm not exactly sure I know what you're talking about. Catching onto what? Are you safe? I know those strange anon creatures can be dangerous, I don't want you getting hurt." Brun wasn't the best at comforting, but he always tried to help at the very least.

[askforsprunky]

[ask-the-white-sprunki]

Wenda: Happy Thanksgiving everyone, thanks for all of the wonderful asks, and I hope you all have a nice day <3

[itzzm1dn1ghtstxrzzz]

OKAY SOOO YEAH PART 2 OF DUBBING @sprunkimortality YIPPEEEEE

okay so ermm here’s some stuff you wanna know B4 watching this-

1. Black’s voice sounds so weird asf it’s because i didn’t really find a good match for him so yeah

2. MFC voice also sounds a bit off, same reason form the first one

another cool gift for @sprunkimortality hehehe

i also recorded this on CapCut bc i used some PRO things in there and i can’t export the video so yeah-

edit: very stupid fact is that i had to do this dub multiple times bc of my dyslexic ass can’t read shit properly 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻