#a window into vic brainrot

[svtskneecaps]

grrrrrrrr i have more inane zelda lore questions

[milfhunter6698]

acquainted

Warnings: 18+ Smut, no use of (y/n), cursing, no describing reader’s appearance, explicit language, nakedness, fluff, angst, teasing, head cannons, imagines, slow living, Victoria’s right-hand, switch!reader & Victoria, just constantly fighting for dominance.

pairing: Victoria neuman, x female reader

notes: Here’s some super-long brainrot, random ass head cannons/Imagines- gosh! i don’t even know where to begin!!!! this woman’s driving me crazy and she’s consuming my every thought, I can’t stop thinking about her helpppp.

wc: 2.5k (slightly proof read)

Watch you fall asleep 

You watch as Victoria, her breathing steadying, drifts into a peaceful sleep beside you. Your fingers, still tracing her bare back, lightly brush against her skin. 

You exhale softly, your heart swelling with warmth at the sight.

The usual tense expressions had softened in sleep, her features relaxed and free from the lines of worry that usually marked her face. In the dim moonlight filtering through the window, you could see the gentle rise and fall of Victoria’s chest as she breathed deeply.

Yet even in her sleep, Vic seemed to carry a hint of vulnerability—a reminder of the struggles she faced each day,

For you, who had grown accustomed to seeing her on edge, anxious, always on guard against potential threats, this moment of calm was a revelation. Recognizing that beneath the stoic exterior lay a heart burdened by the weight of past traumas.

With a gentle touch, you brush the strands of hair that messily splayed over the pillow, tucking them behind her ear. You place a soft kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo filling your nostrils. As you pull away, you take one last look at her serene face, committing the moment to memory.

Turning to the opposite side, you allow yourself to drift back to sleep, the comfort of her presence still lingering in the air.

Late night shifts 

It was past regular working hours, and the city lights glitter outside. The sleek modern office is cluttered with case files, glowing computer screens, and takeout containers.

It’s nearing midnight. Victoria, sits at her desk, rolling up the sleeves of her dress shirt. Her focus is sharp, and her eyes flick back and forth between a digital blueprint on her screen and a series of notes in her leather-bound notebook.

Across from her, you were half-leaning, half-sitting on the edge of the desk, scrolling through data on a tablet. You were dressed more casually now, with your blazer hanging on the back of a chair. The only sound is the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional beep from the computer.

You finally break the silence. “So, Thai or pizza?” You hold up a couple of takeout menus.

Victoria glances up, giving you a tired smile. “Let’s go with pizza. We’re going to need carbs to get through this.”

A while later, the room got filled with the smell of pepperoni and garlic as you dive into your food. For a moment, work takes a back seat. Between bites, You look over at Vic, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Remember when we first met?”

She chuckles, setting her pizza slice down. “How could I forget? You were convinced you’d outshine everyone in the room.”

You laugh. “And I did. That presentation was flawless.”

“You were good, I’ll give you that,” Victoria replies, leaning back in her chair. “But you had this edge, this competitiveness that made me think, ‘Alright, this one’s either going to be a star or a pain in the ass.’”

You roll your eyes playfully. “You weren’t exactly Ms. Congeniality yourself. You kept throwing curveball questions during the meeting.”

“You were unflappable,” Victoria says, with a hint of admiration. “Most people would’ve cracked.”

“Well, most people aren’t me.” You grin, leaning forward as if challenging her. “Admit it—you were impressed.”

Victoria nods reluctantly but the smile that appeared on her face was genuine. “I was. That’s why I knew I needed someone like you by my side.”

There’s a brief silence as you both sip on your drinks, the mood more relaxed now.

You then say, “You know, it’s strange. I thought we’d be at each other’s throats, considering how competitive we are. But here we are, doing late-night stakeouts over spreadsheets and pizza.”

Victoria looks thoughtful for a moment before replying. “It’s because we respect each other. We push each other, but it’s always to be better. That’s what makes us a great team.”

You nod, the banter turning into something more sincere. “Yeah, I guess we make a hell of a good pair. Even if it’s more ‘good cop, bad cop’ most of the time.”

Vic smirks. “And we both know who the bad cop is.”

“Please, I’m the fun one,” You retort with a laugh, tossing a crumpled napkin at her.

After a few more moments of easy conversation and laughter, you slowly return back to your work. 

winding down 

As You returned after running an errand, you stepped into the quiet, empty space of your home. The sun had already begun to set, casting a warm hue throughout the room. Your voice echoed as you called out Victoria's name, searching for any sign of her.

Your gaze fell upon the partially open bathroom door, from which a soft, inviting glow emanated. You gently pushed it open, finding Victoria submerged in the bathtub, her eyes closed, a peaceful expression on her face. The water was warm and soothing, bathing the scene in a calming light.

There she was, lost in the tranquil embrace of the bath, her long hair spread around her like a river of dark silk.

You stood there, taking it all in. The sight of her at peace was unexpectedly soothing. Your shoulders eased, tension slipping away. "Hey," you whispered softly. You couldn't help but admire her form, the dim lighting dancing across her skin.

Smiling gently, you held out the chilled bottle of champagne, extending an invitation. "Mind if I join you?" Victoria's gaze locked with yours, and she gratefully accepted the offering. "Oh god, yes," she sighed, pouring the wine into your glasses.

Eager to be near her, you began to quickly undress, your blazer, belt, and pants pooling at your feet. As you stepped into the warm water with her.

Settling down in the tub, facing Victoria, as she passed you a glass. "How was your meeting this morning?" The question hung between you, as you took a sip of your own champagne.

Your work at the Bureau not always overlapping. Even being her assistant, you didn't really attend all of the Vought-related meetings with her, and this week was one of them. Sighing, you surrendered to the bath's warmth, cherishing this little quiet moment.

Victoria sighed, her leg brushing against yours under the water. "You know the usual," she replied, sipping her wine. Another sigh escaped her lips. "I couldn't believe it when I finally got to leave today. This week's been fucking stressful." She let out a soft, irritated scoff. "Sometimes I wonder why in hell I ever took on this job."

Her voice carried a hint of annoyance, but you could sense the underlying contentment.

You laughed softly, taking another sip of your glass. "Yeah, tell me about it," You said, pulling her in as she rested her back against your chest.

The warmth of the water and the comfort of Victoria in your arms soothed your frayed nerves. You closed your eyes, savoring the moment, the stress of the week slowly melting away.

A comfortable silence fell in the bathroom as you two lay there, the sound of the water and your breathing the only sounds filling the space. Vic rests her head on your shoulder, her eyes closed, and mind still, enjoying the comfort of your presence. 

The silly little things 

"Where the hell did it go?" You watched as Victoria frantically searched the room, her pacing movements growing more erratic. A strand of hair fell across her face, and she pushed it back with a quick motion.

You couldn't help but laugh softly, calling out her name as you leaned against the doorframe. "Vic, I got it." But she didn't respond, her focus entirely on her frantic search. You chuckled, amused by her desperation to get ready.

"Calm down, love," You said, raising her blouse in the air as a sign of your triumphant finding. You took a few steps towards her, your hand gently landing on her shoulder to redirect her attention. "I've ironed it out for you. Relax."

Victoria's head snapped to yours, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she took the blouse. "God you're such a life saver." She leaned in for a quick, grateful kiss before pulling away. 

"You're welcome." You smiled as she slipped into the blouse, buttoning it up.

She hurried to her bathroom, her voice growing distant as she called out, "You coming? I'm hoping to beat traffic."

"No, but I'll be right behind you," You replied from the other side of the room, grabbing your own clothes and starting to get dressed.

Vic stepped out of the bathroom, her heels clicking on the floor as she gathered her things. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand and walked out the door, her scent still lingering in the air.

You chuckled in amusement, shaking your head at her comment about firing you. "No, I wouldn't want that," You called out, a smile playing on your lips as you watched her leave.

In your usual spot, amidst the buzzing energy of the bullpen, you sat working on some paperwork when you glanced up and saw Victoria emerge from the elevator. She called out your name, her gaze flicking to her wrist as she checked the time.

"Please tell me you got-" she began, but you already knew what she wanted. You swiftly handed her the report without breaking eye contact with your desk. Victoria trailed off as you also presented her with a cup of coffee. A grin tugged at her lips as she teased, "And what about-"

You cut her off, your gaze shifting back to her. A coy smile played on your lips as you replied, "Oatmilk, lots of sugar, just how you like it. Anything else?" Her smile widened, and she quipped, "Give me one reason why I shouldn't marry you right now."

You chuckled, watching her as she walked down the hallway to her office. And with a sigh you returned to your work.

Not backing down not without a fight (NSFW) 

Victoria thrives on pushing you to the brink, relishing in the way she can make you squirm. Her love for power is apparent in every aspect of her life, and she particularly enjoys sex when she's in complete control. For you, your euphoria comes from the depth of her desire and the way her body responds.

She revels in having the upper hand and the dominance, the teasing that leaves you both wanting more. But here's the secret no one knows: You love it just as much.

In your bedroom battles, you constantly fight to see who's better, who has the most effect on the other. Your passion often leads to moments where one of you becomes overstimulated, while the other smirks with a smug satisfaction.

~

“Fuck!” The sensation of Victoria's body grinding against your fingers, her skin slick with heat, made your head spin. Your gaze locked on hers. seeing the raw pleasure coursing through her, the evidence in her gasps, whines, and moans that filled the air. Your lips met in a bruising collision, stealing her breath in a gasp that melded with a soft, needy moan.

In that moment You knew she was close— so You slowed your pace, teasing her, denying her the release she craved. You wanted to savor her every reaction, every shudder, every moan as you brought her closer to the edge.

The change in pace caught her off guard, and a frustrated whine escaped her, your eyes lingered on Victoria’s, taking in the sight of her flushed face, framed by her loose brunette curls. The image burning into your memory.

“Hmm?" You mumbled playfully, your lips brushing against Victoria’s, your fingers paused, hesitant to move. "Didn't hear that?"

The feel of your fingers pausing, the teasing words in her ear, made Victoria let out a shaky gasp, her body arching slightly against you. She couldn’t hide how every touch, every tease made her heart race faster, her body begging for more.

Through the haze of desire, she maintained the eye contact, her voice breathless and a bit annoyed. “You... you know what I’m trying to say... Please...”

You let out a sadistic chuckle, your fingers still unmoved inside of her. You shook your head slightly, feigning ignorance.

"No, I don't think I do." You whispered. 

Frustration surged through Victoria, a whine escaping her lips as you continued to ignore her pleas. The look of utter satisfaction on your face made her want to growl in frustration, but all that came out was another needy whine.

She began, her voice hoarse with desire. "You know that's not fair… Please, I... I can't take it anymore. You're driving me crazy."

Grasping her body, You finally curled your fingers, feeling the way her walls clenched. "Good," You whispered, and continued pushing hard into her, hitting that spot that makes her vision go white. 

Victoria’s breaths quickening. Her vision blurred, and she gasped, fingers digging into your shoulders.

"Oh God.... Please don't stop..." Her words were breathless, and full of need.

And you didn’t, Your heart pounded as you felt Victoria's body convulse beneath your touch, her moans filling the car. You clutched her tightly, feeling her squirm in your embrace, your own arousal building with each thrust of your fingers. You held her legs down, maintaining a steady rhythm as her velvety walls gripped around your fingers, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

The sound of your hushed words echoed in the air as you clutched Victoria, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her. Her body convulsed and writhed above you, her oversensitive flesh quivering from the lingering touch of your fingers.

Her breaths came in short, gasping moans, her voice trembling as she begged for release. "Oh... god..."

Yet again ignoring her pleas, you pulled her close, your lips crashing in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. You drank in every sensual sound, every moan that escaped her lips, your fingers relentlessly thrusting deeper inside her.

"I... I can't... I can't take much more..” 

Slipping a third finger into her, you whispered low and husky, "Shh, come on. One more..." You could feel Victoria's body tense, the edge of her climax drawing near.

With a final, deep thrust, you drew out a second orgasm from her. Her body jolted, but you still held her close, your lips never leaving hers, absorbing every tremble and every gasp.

As her body finally stilled, you slowly withdrew your fingers, a hand lingering on her thigh. She looked up at you, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her chest heaving with each breath.

She mumbled something and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly, brushing a lock of hair from her flushed face, and gently guiding her head against your neck, savoring her warmth as your heart swelled with pride. 

A huff of feigned annoyance escaped her.

"You really know how to throw me off balance, you know that?" She muttered against her lips, her voice a mock grumble.

Your voice tinged with playfulness as you responded, "Oh believe me, I do.” 

A scoff-laugh escaped Vic as she nuzzled her nose into your neck. And your hand gently traced and tapped her back in a comforting rhythm, while the silence gradually crept into the car.

[storgicdealer]

vicagent brainrot: electric boogaloo

thinking that vics hair always weighted them down. that it was nothing but a long, irritating reminder of the potential they had. of the life they wanted. just an uncombed mess of hair, a memory of her vulnerability. a distraction

thinking that vic wouldn't allow to hand themselves into an unknown persons hands to deal with it, professional or not. either way, going to a hairdresser is a menial task that they dont imagine themselves doing. not in this life. not with her path

thinking that they wouldnt want to leave the familiar walls of the corporate's building either. their mind is settled on their task

and yet, they have to uphold an image. an actual, respected authority figure needs to look the part, right?

so, they think of asking a person that they ... believe, could be delicate with it. a person that puts their all into a task. the one they believe could have the skills to deal with such an absurd ask.

they weren't afraid of being denied. and they weren't afraid of asking such things, either. not with this one, at least.

locks of darkened, completely natural hair fall on the cold, tile floor of a cabinet's bathroom, with the sun piercing through a small window and bouncing off the polished surface of a conveniently placed chair.

agent didn't really mind the mess. after all, they do have janitors.

they didn't really care about their locks falling on their arms and vest, tangling with the fleece and small fabric pellets. their mind had completely shifted to an echoing question that they didn't allow themselves to comprehend completely. how did their boss trust them with it?

victim didn't really know the answer to this question, either.

"done."

the gray stick slightly lifted her gaze, focusing on the image in the mirror, for once.

they felt a cold, uneasy absence of matted hairs on their neck. in the reflection, they saw grey puffed locks of hair curling under their chin that slightly emphasized their cheeks. they definitely had more volume in their hair, now.

the hollowhead stared at their reflection for a while before meeting the patient gaze of their colleague in the same mirror.

this was a call for them to finish this endeavour.

perhaps, vulnerability shows itself in more than just one way.

[ch1meraa]

So like in my horror verse, Mandroid A.K.A “Vic” is an anti-hero. He’s been brought back and given a second chance at life, Alex asked him for his help as humanity now faces a new threat - The Plague Virus. Brought to Earth, ironically enough, by none other than Mandroid himself after he returned through the space-bridge.

GHOST continue to fund the scientist’s upgrades and this time, he’s their project. Earth has less than a year before the Plague spreads out of control and both the Transformers and Humans world will be changed forever.

Guess it’s a good thing he’s got side-kicks like Twitch to add even more misery to his days then? 😂 I had to draw this scene because I liked how Twitch tried to reach out to Mandroid, back when he was still human. I figure she helps keep him human despite that he is so far removed from them at this point. So here she is making fun of him and making him wear stupid sunglasses cause they’re like his lil’ windows now

Dammit I love this punky cat-weasel so much~

@monocle-teacup and @turtwap because you are both making Mandroid Brainrot Hell such an exciting place to be right now~

I like both versions with and without lighting effects so here, have both~

[svtskneecaps]

the qsmp admin team absolutely has their heads in their hands rn can we send them good vibes

[svtskneecaps]

personally i think the best way to get everyone out of the way during the squad vacation to brazil is for forever to announce the completion of his prison, ""randomly"" draw the names of the members who are leaving (or they volunteer), and then say "okay cool test it out for me and let me know how it goes!!" and they get tp'd into prison and summarily kicked from the server.