vie

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far away from the stench of the heavens 🤘🏻💀 Vie 29 • artist • union rep • queer • any pronouns free Palestine! 🇵🇸 🎸 ghost | ⚾️ mets | 🏎️ mclaren « ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙꜱᴋʏ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ - ꜱᴄʀᴏʟʟᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ » (nsfw)

black ink line drawing on yellow paper; in the foreground is the pokémon deoxys in their normal form. their double-helix arms are preparing to attack something they’re looking at out-of-frame. behind them is magneton, looking both out-of-frame and at deoxys.
screenshot from The Onion’s website of the article, “how marijuana affects the brain.” white text on a green page reads “As expanded access leads to increased pot use nationwide, health experts say it's more important than ever to understand the effects of the drug on mental health. Click the highlighted sections to learn how marijuana affects the brain.” A diagram beneath it shows a drawing of a brain with a black box that reads “Decreases anxiety, making user more open and welcoming to Satan's influence”
phone screenshot. pookie💕 texts me “sorry I been super quiet lately” while ‘never there’ by CAKE plays on apple music.
mirror selfie of me wearing denim on denim on a tank top. I have on a chain with a grucifix, bracelets, and a black-and-white New York Mets hat, with the NY logo inverted. my mirror’s got cool shit all around it. i’m throwing up devil horns and my head is framed by a poster of the moon
super mario movie tin popcorn bucket in the sink. princess peach dons her parasol. i’d die for her
my hand holding a glass of red wine
a photo looking up at the full moon in the night sky. there is a strong lens flare from her bright light, and she is framed by palm fronds
I hold a sign that says “Expediter,” which is no longer hanging from the ceiling
unfinished, rough sketchbook drawing on white paper. pictured is a person sitting idly on a futuristic-looking bicycle. the bike has flat disks in place of its spokes, and a motor connected to the rear wheel. the basket on the front of the bike has large bundle of leaves and herbs poking out, and there is a tied satchel behind the rider. attached to the handlebars are several touchscreen devices, which the rider is shown paying attention to and adjusting. they wear a pair of loose jeans over high-top sneakers, a short-sleeved hoodie, and fingerless gloves. their hood is pulled back slightly, revealing thin disheveled hair and big glasses. they wear a full backpack with a water bottle. there is a little mouse chilling on the backpack, checking over the rider’s shoulder. in the background there are two civilian hovercraft floating past (the general implication of) a few city buildings. not signed, circa 2019
screenshot of a facebook notification from 1 hour ago. “you stop expecting partnership. you stop asking for help.” that’s literally all it says
work bathroom mirror selfie of vie wearing hundreds of layers of jackets a high-vis vest and a beanie. I have a radio and keychains around my belt and my free hand makes devil horns. also my little nose is so red and cold because it’s 32°
“*Takes hit off bong* Soooo what if we made a Minecraft server where we build Vietcong style tunnel complexes?” and a map of said tunnel complexes
short repeating video of me in a hallway with the light on behind me. I step back into the frame and throw the horns hand sign. I’m wearing a tight-fitting nun habit, torn jeans, and chunky dress shoes. I wink at u. ;)
bendu from star wars with circle that says “67”
picture of the sunset taken from a truck yard. the sky is a dim blue covered mostly by a blanket of ruffled clouds illuminated by the orange sunlight. the sunset’s reflection is stronger in the clouds as they reach the horizon. in the truck yard are mail delivery trailers parked under white area lights.
screenshot of my fucking laundry app and it said that I need to enter my email or apple or google account to pay to use my laundry machines. I need to use my personal information to log in to the app on my phone that lets me pay to do my laundry. fuck!
a screenshot of vie’s apple music queue: Cola, Black Dog, and Cola by Arlo Parks
screenshot of Pete Alonso playing for the New York Mets. overhead is a notification reading “No. 250 for Alonso! Pete Alonso goes way out to left-center for career homer No. 250 -- a three-run shot to put the Mets in front.”
photo of a pencil sketch in a notebook. a human-like figure stands with their body slightly turned to the left, their head facing the viewer, their arms held behind their back timidly. the outline of their skeleton is visible beneath their skin. they have the head of a deer, with the velvet freshly shed off and dangling off of their exposed antlers. the antlers are shaded red, and there is carnage hanging off the antlers and dripping onto the figure’s body. the figure and their skeleton are shaded in pencil and outlined with thin black ink. their eyes are empty, colored light blue with a white center. signed Vienne Brunelle June 2025
Syril Karn from Andor
comic panel of a kid wearing sunglasses and a shirt that reads “one fear”. signed Branson ‘15
a traditional sketchbook drawing of a human skeleton. the figure is looking and pointing to the left, as if timidly asking a question to somebody off-page. they are lined in black ink, colored with a yellow highlighter, and surrounded in blue highlighter by the messy silhouette of human flesh, which is dripping down and off of the skeleton. the skeleton is standing kinda gay too. signed 01.22.2020
lighter with a neon frog on it
colored drawing in a sketchbook. a figure stands to the left wearing a long cloak, boots, a dangling scarf and a wide-brimmed hat. they are idly holding a rifle to their right, which holds a small lantern on the end of it. the figure is looking up towards the only other subject in the picture; the moon. the picture is colored in pastel highlighters, the figure and background are blue, their shadow is red-tinted, and their lantern light is dim orange. the moon shines a bright yellow, reflecting on the sky around her and the side of the figure exposed to her.
ink sketch on yellow paper. a disheveled, skinny masculine person with fluffy hair and glasses, wearing a loose-fitting suit. the subject is facing to the right, sitting slouched, hand under their head, with a lit cigarette between their fingers and a tall drink can next to them. their eyes are engaged with someone to the right of the drawing.
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