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i welcome the Creator, he knows he’s just a character, can tell he’s just a drawing, but doesn’t care. it’s not like it affects him that much. after all, he’s been exiled for the last 20 million years, so he pretends to live as a normal human in Universe 1.

unfortunately for the other gods, and the entire multiverse, he basically doesn’t exist. censored out of memories, and basically made to look like he abandoned everyone, Life took control. hopefully one day he won’t be censored anymore, i know Scarlet would love to see his face one last time…

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i welcome the first look at the Second Generation Gods. in order it goes Scarlet/Liam, Nichole/Nicholas, and Daniel/Daniele.

Nichole, originally a shapeshifter before being turned into a god, she lived with her “twin” brother, Daniel, who protected her from bounty hunters in their universe. the gods saw how they balanced each other out, and gave them their powers. now she still lives with him, but trapped together, they’re forced to balance light and dark. her brother, Daniel, is the God of Dreams and Memories. he brings nostalgia and warmth to people, while Nichole brings the hard truth. maybe one day the people will learn to love her as much as they love Daniel.

the Goddess of Destruction was originally a demon before becoming a god. they thought she would have the drive and ambition to help the natural end of the universes come, however that’s not what happened. unfortunately after the Creator was exiled, the Destroyer became the Goddess of Life’s pet, and is now only used for when Life needs “him”.

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Splodge in my coloured style! of course i had to add their ribbon skirt :D

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Vincent and Ocean doodles from the last two days :)

he is smoking a joint, Vincent is a stoner. Oceans eyes just kinda look like that

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Intro:

hey, welcome to my page, i’m Sprout. i go by he/him pronouns, and am proudly trans and pan! i’m currently 20, and in uni, which is why posts are so slow right now.

all of my characters have their own hashtags, you can click their name to see all of the posts they have. the main ones you’ll find currently are Vincent, Splodge, and Ocean. you can also find my purplephone (purple guy x phone guy) art using the hashtags down below

anyways, thank you for checking out my page! i hope you enjoy my art and characters :)

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Vincent in the coloured art style, he’s scene this time. who knows what concert he’s performing at

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Ocean drawing!! this is more to try out a new colouring style in traditional art. i hope y’all enjoy

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not my normal art, but i do wanna show off my fuggler lol, i named him Goober and pierced him myself

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art dump part 2 from the last few months

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sorry for disappearing for a few months, uni got my ass, so here’s an art doodle dump from the last few months! - part 1 since it only allows 10 pics lol

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lesbian hour, here’s Jay and Astra

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so i’m finally gonna create a little character page for the main 3, but that doesn’t mean it’ll have their entire stories. i do want to actually write out their stories and i’ll probably post it on AO3, however i’ll do that in awhile for sure.

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Splodge doodles for the soul, also i would like to note he is an indigenous person. he’s based off of my culture and my friends :)

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Splodge drawing! they deserve some love here, so i drew a more detailed version of them this time :)

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i bring to you all, my boy’s front cover page on POSE! he still has to be the newest star of the (his) world <3

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omg Scott my boy <3

please check out the little bit of lore i wrote for him and Vincent :]

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"I Bet on Losing Dogs" OC Lore

so I've been working on some oc lore for Vincent. after 6 years of no contact between him and his old friends, will his best friend take him back? please give me constructive criticism back, I would love to hear what y'all think :)

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As Vincent pulls up to the house, he can feel himself shaking. His hands tremble as he parks and sits. Waiting for a minute, he tries to push aside his feelings about this. All he needs to do is go up to the door. Knock. Then leave if no one shows up. He just needs to go up, then everything can be okay. Vincent takes a deep breath, looking at the house in front of him, the house that he basically spent his childhood in. Inside was his best friend, the one boy who stuck by him through everything as a kid, the one boy he could trust, the one boy he fell in love with, that same boy he left six years ago. As he gets out, every action feels slow, the anxious opening and closing of the car door, the dreadful walk towards the house, and that awful yet electrifying knock at the door. As he stands there, just waiting for an answer, it feels like eternity passes by. Every second as achingly long as the last, with every breath as noticeable as ever. It’s been too long, he needs to go, the longer he stands there the more he drowns in the thoughts. However, luck wasn’t by his side that day and the door opened. 

There stood a man, not a boy, but a man who looked skinny and tired. A man that had the most petrified look on his face. They both stood there, nothing said, nothing done, just staring at the other. “Scott?” Vincent says wearily, his voice shaking from the nerves. He can recognize this man in front of him, he looks exactly like a younger version of his dad, just with a slimmer face. As Vincent stares at Scott, all he can do is remember everything, his yearning feelings, the obsession, the good memories, the bad memories, and when he left. His chest tightens, his legs going numb, and his mind blacking out. All he can do is stare at the man he lovingly called his best friend for years.

Scott couldn’t say the same when he saw Vincent. He could only see the same eyes as the family who ruined his life. The family that drove his best friend away, that made his dad the tired and burned out man he is, that made him part of that god forsaken restaurant to carry on the cycle. Scott heard the shake in Vincent’s voice and it snapped him out of the anger, reminding him that Vincent left those people. Even if it meant leaving him, it gave Vincent a chance to live. Scott had to say goodbye, but he said goodbye twice now. The first time when Vincent left on that train, and three years after during Vincent’s funeral. They never found Vincent, but they could have. They obviously could have kept looking, kept searching. If they looked harder and farther, maybe, just maybe Scott could have found him. It was the third anniversary of Vincent’s funeral and there in the flesh, at Scott’s house, is the dead man. The man he waited for thrice, the man he mourned for twice, and the man he fell in love with once. “Vincent…” is all Scott can say without letting go of control. All he wanted was to yell and scream at Vincent, but he also wanted to cry and hug him, never letting go this time. The silence between the two was loud, it was yelling everything that neither wanted to say, but the other knew anyway. Vincent was the first to reach out, hugging Scott and crying into his shoulder. Scott couldn’t feel. There was nothing in Scott that could do anything, everything was frozen, except the tears that ran down his face. When Vincent noticed Scott hadn’t moved or hugged him back, he kept sobbing, this time for a different reason. Vincent still loved Scott just as much as he did before leaving, those feelings had never left him. In that moment, he knew Scott once again didn’t love him like that, but he needed this. Maybe one day he could convince Scott to love him again.