Im Not Dead But Sometimes I Wished I Was ✨

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yoooooo sorry 4 being ded agan 👉👈

I was posting semi regularly and then I was targeted by somebody who was friends with one of my ex bestiez...they found my silly little blog and publicly harassed me in a discord server I'm in.

Needless to say it made me pretty upset.

hopefully nothing happens this time 😊😊😊 ANYWAY I hope u guys havin a gr8 day c u l8r

why is nobody talking about the fact that bill literally saved the women in salem by giving them actual powers to defend themselves against their attackers… and there wasnt even a catch!! he just genuinely helped them!! he taught them how to love themselves as women and taught them how to laugh!! this moved me so much actually, i dont get why nobody else is talking about it

YC, anyone?

Nuclear cuties getting a bit too close.

Oh god i just had an idea for ship-art

he's a tumblr sexyman by my standards

Yo, just wanted 2 let evry1 kno tht I've finally opened my friend requests bk up on Discord; _2yung2die

Feel free 2 hmu if u wanna chat or hang out :D

🥰I think Yung would do anything for him (except by endowment of power)

A lot more than he deserves, for sure. <3

~ Mod Emily 🦇

The Predecessor

Planet Venus has been cycling through Gun Gods longer than anyone can remember. Before Yung Venuz made his journey through the wastelands of Venus ruled a similar face, a flatter one who took the moniker of, simply, "Venus". Lord Venus, President Venus, C.E.O. Venus: the God of Guns, the Patron Saint of Firearms for approximately 4,420 years. (*airhorn sfx*)

The race of sentient shapes were once a common sight on Venus, and they managed to secure the position of Gun God three times in a row before Lord Venus decided that his own kind posed too much of a threat to keep around.

Their population was decimated with only a couple individuals remaining, and it wasn't long before even they had fallen, leaving only two: a flat cone and an orb, who was only half. The former was a last-ditch effort to save the species, a crossbreed between a shape and another race known informally as the Fireballers.

Under Lord Venus' rule, there were only two options for living: the mansion, and the wastelands. No other buildings existed on Venus, keeping competition in check and Lord Venus on top. Living in the mansion meant a life of luxury, but one under the full control of the Gun God. One outside was rough, difficult and dangerous, but largely outside of his eye.

Another thing Lord Venus was responsible for was business. Formerly known as Big Business, inc., the company was owned by the Gun God and worked in just about everything from construction to the arts. Yes, that meant they had a record label, as well.

The mansion's white-and-red color scheme was a tactical decision on Lord Venus' part. The white walls broke up his silhouette and the red floors made it easier to hide the many bloodstains. His taste of decor was one of intimidation, meant to remind those around him that, in his house, you were to adhere to his rules.

But, despite the cunning of Lord Venus, he was, like all before him, destined to be overthrown.

The new Gun God's first order of business was to began a transformation of Venus into a planet that was actually inhabitable. Cities began to go up, places where one could live a normal life without being forced into the grinder like he and everybody else was. It was a win-win: less people challenging his position, and a safer world for his little cousin.

After that plan has been set in motion, he discovers a hardship shared by all Gun Gods before him. On Venus, those vying for the title dedicated their entire lives, every waking minute on honing their skills, and, in turn, once the fight is over, they realize that they never had time to find an identity.

Eventually, he discovers some of the music Big Business, inc. had under their record label, music derivative of a subset of Earth culture. He becomes infatuated with the genre of hip-hop, admiring the cool and confident attitude and resonating in the fact that much of the music was about rising up from a place of oppression.

And so, he began to shape himself into a better Gun God, a fair, funner one who empathized and ruled at the same time. And, the first step? He takes the old Gun God's name and transforms it into something far cooler -- Yung Venuz.

Big Business, inc. becomes Big Bizniz, inc. and shifts its focus towards music, allowing independent businesses to form to fill other niches. The mansion gets a whole lot more gold, better portraits of him posing with his money or hot chicks, and the creepy dungeons are destroyed; who wants that in their home?

These days, Venus is a habitable planet known for its extravagant nightlife. Venusians love music, clubbing and living the good life, and are able to do so with the help of their god (who loves the same things). Venuz is largely beloved by his people and there are much fewer attempts on his life as there were on the last Gun God's, being seen primarily as the world's most famous celebrity and the prime OG, known by all for his fire raps and unmatched swag.

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Heya! This is Minty and I's attempt to work in both the story of Gun Godz and Nuclear Throne into one nice little package. As the former wasn't created with NT in mind, we felt it'd be fine to retcon some of it in order to have the old GG distinct from Venuz. We feel this is a good balance and hope you like it as much as we do! :D

First three pieces are by Minty, last is by me. Hope to have some more art to share with you soon! Much love <3

~ Mod Emily 🦇