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HELLO ... i'm VENN, a multifandom artist who's mainly focused on oc art. as of 14/04/2025 i am 16 years old, so keep that in mind please. i also have an account on twitter! find it HERE, it's where i'm most active with posting my art!

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[batfleckgifs]

─ BATMAN V SUPERMAN: DAWN OF JUSTICE

[galedekarios]

Veilguard The Necropolis In these first concepts for the Necropolis, I thought of it as an inverted Tower of Babel. Instead of seeking knowledge and power from the stars, the Mortalitassi are seeking it in the grave.

[source]

[haridraws]

delicious ordinary food. completely normal. no catch

[peacockrulz]

Mental health has been on the floor lately- so have some misc doodles i have lying around :]

[fereldanwench]

spade pose pack by @busyvampire -`♡´-

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[batfleckgifs]

BATMAN V SUPERMAN : DAWN OF JUSTICE ‧ ZACK SNYDER'S JUSTICE LEAGUE

[separatedleoau]

Oneion still has his brothers tho!

the apocalypse events we see on the movie don't happen on this au until he's somewhere on his early-mid 40's, right now he's on his mid 30s, he still has some good years with all his brothers!

And if we go with that idea of him traveling to current sep au, he's even younger than that! probably even pre arm lost I don't think I've made up my mind about that yet

After the initial confrontation, One and Oneion would honestly just try and ignore each other, their sole existance annoys the shit out of each other for different reasons, but their whole cricustance forces them to be around each other more ofthen than not

And yes! Mikey would be thrilled, specially after this "future One" that just showed up says he goes by "Leo" now and he would love to spend time with his (now little) brothers! those are still his family!

is close to the movie version of Leo but with One flavor sprinkled in (gold and sharp stuff)

I have a reference sheet on the making but that has been on the making since january :v

so far this is his fit

[galedekarios]

elden ring: shadow of the erdtree II release: 21 june 2024

"In the Land of Shadow, Miquella awaits the return of his promised Lord."

[tibby]

TOP TEN SAW CHARACTERS (AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS) → #10. BRIT STEVENSON

↳ "What are you doing?" "Being smart."

[ask-vuzi]

VUZI ASK BLOG

asks - open

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i am @/stahr-critter ! :3

i use they em its

the vuzi has overtaken me

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blog is pretty self explanatory ! ask uzi, v, or them together, a question and theyll answer it lol :3

art will be attached to each ask

no purely/super nsfw asks please

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basic dni - nsfw accounts - if vuzi just isnt yer thing !

[reposting this cuz i forgot i had this sideblog and actually wanna start using it lmao]

[pennyserenade]

cillian liked bullying his ass but he loved him so much

[fereldanwench]

vanish into you ft. dangerous pose pack by shadowthedm -`♡´-

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[scoldingdarjeeling]

It’s…Not a One-Shot Anymore 🫠

17,678 words and counting. When this baby is off it’s leash—mama’s gonna pop that Prosecco (Frfr)

[lieutenantxsinclair]

Still in or out. Helga ran her tongue over her teeth to keep from grinding them. Little shit. She chose not to answer that one.

As if on cue, Manuel pulled up in one of the assigned Jeeps. Was it a good-looking vehicle? No. God, no. This was an outing based on a bet based on a hunch. They got what they needed, and would get nothing else until it was proven that the first expedition was worth it.

And if they didn't? There simply would not be a second one. Hopefully, at least, her pay would not get cut.

"Hola, Ramirez," Helga greeted, tossing her sack into the back of the truck with Seifer's. "How's camp settling?"

"Well enough," the driver replied with a kind smile. "Cookie made soup."

Helga pulled a face and opened the side-door of the truck. "Glad I ate before we got here.

"Almasy, you either get to sit in my lap, or back with the gear. Pick wisely." Not that she gave him time to choose; Helga closed the door as soon as she was settled.

"Ride's about an hour. Better get comfortable. Nap if you can. Things are going to be busy once we hit camp."

Nap, she said, as if the ride was not rocky and horribly treacherous. The truck chugged along, barely hindered by the hard-worn road that seemed not really a road at all. The truck was in no way heated, and as if things could not get worse, it began to snow.

Base camp was a circle of tents and equally beaten-up trucks. To one side, there was a large digger, three times the size of any truck, with a giant drill attached to the front, running on chain-linked treads. In the center was a roaring fire, around which a full score of men and woman bundled in winter wear huddled for warmth.

"Wake up, Almasy. Welcome to your home for the next month."

“Paid. Trust me, we’re all getting paid.” Helga finished her tea. It was going to be a long night.

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It took days to finalize the added provisions and accommodations for Preston Whitmore’s newest hand-picked addition of the team. Was she still a bit bothered by it? Certainly. Almost every member of the crew had been hand-picked by way of a network of extensive contacts. To have an intruder, a stranger, with nothing to him but an attitude and a weird gun, fast-tracked into everything? It rubbed her wrong.

Don’t worry too hard on it, Lyle had said one evening after cigars and brandy, sitting in her office as Helga paced the wooden floor. We work in surprise variables all the time. One man isn’t going to bring everything down. It’s just another rich man’s passion project. There’s nothing that can go wrong.

That’s not it, she had replied, sitting on her desk, hunched over with her hands on her knees. It’s the principal of it. It’s… I don’t like this. Not one bit.

And he had just smiled, walked over to her, patted her head. Tilted up her chin. It’s going to be alright. Trust me.

That was a week ago. Helga held onto those words with her as she sat in the belly of the last plane off of the Faroe Islands. Everything - everyone - had made camp in Stafafell already. Lyle had gone on the first plane. She begged to go with him. She had been told to bring up the rear.

The last equipment, the last supplies. The last man: Seifer Almasy.

How dangerous was it to fire a gun in a plane?

“First Lieutenant. United States Army,” she answered. The question was grating, if not unfounded. She was a woman. It may be the 20th century, but the Suffragettes were still fighting to let women vote. One with military credentials was not a common sight. “Lied my way into enlistment. Became too valuable to kick out… and too embarrassing to admit they’d been fooled.”

It was a point of pride. She did not hide her smirk. Helga heaved a rucksack over her shoulder, pushed her bangs from her face, and motioned for Seifer to follow.

“Our ride should be showing up shortly. Driver is Manuel Ramirez, formerly Mr. Whitmore’s personal head mechanic. His English is fine, but he’s not a big talker. That’s Vinny.” And Vinny… well, he would meet Vinny soon enough.

“We’re camping in Stafafell, and from there our geologist and cartographer will have mapped our path inward towards the dig site.

“Any questions?”