#vic boss

[papu396]

I drew kaz in tux :33 plz like and share, im BIG mgs fan

#solid snake #kazuhira miller #metal gear solid #I LOVE #METAL GEAR #YIPPEE #big boss #vigoss #vic boss #the man who sold the world #kazwasright #tuxpaint #tux #linux

[mgs-boss]

As though Snake had just emerged from a pool of cold water, he regained consciousness.

The water that dripped from his body was pooling at his feet. His hands were tied up, and he was suspended, his toes barely touching the puddle of water on the floor.

The water that had been splashed against his head mixed with his blood and trickled into his eye, blurring his vision. His vision was already more than half blocked by an eyelid swollen from the beating, so he could not see clearly.

It would have been nice if he could have at least looked up and glared at his captor, but he no longer had the strength.

Source: Metal Gear Solid Peace Walker novel, Chapter 3: The Rebirth of an Exiled Nation, Part 6, machine-translated with grammar and style edits by me

#mgs #mgs peace walker #peace walker #mgspw #big boss #vic boss #metal gear solid #naked snake #strangelove torture scene

[alpacasandwine]

Got a cursed idea yesterday that I wish to have the energy to do some day

Build a Bitch animation meme (just the Bob the builder part)

But it is about Ahab being transformed into Venom Snake and becoming a demon

#metal gear solid v #metal gear #metal gear solid #big boss #vic boss #mgsv venom snake #venom snake #naked snake #snake eater

[poupeesdecirque]

Just in case anyone wondered where I put him.

He claimed the cabinet space here, I think the little standee of his robot version is just the cherry on top XD

I hope to start with the leftover cabinets soon but the Earl, Fizz and then the cosplay... they ate my free time.

#bjd #ball jointed doll #helluva boss #fizzarolli #si cang studio #he boy #doll chateau #hybrid #miracledoll #vic #hazbin hotel #alastor #poupées de cirque #fizz

[svtskneecaps]

i have a weird amount of nostalgia for the period after the server reset where the eggs were invincible because it was just funny the entire time. like on the one side of the spectrum you had families like philza's where they were like "yeah you're invincible but let's not take risks, no need to be stupid about it we'll just hang out and have fun like we normally do" and then you had eggs like dapper who was like "FUCK YEAH I CAN'T DIE ENDGAME BOSS TIME" and then fought a fucking UNDERWATER LEVIATHAN WITH ITS OWN SOUNDTRACK and i'm pretty sure it was late night trio or perhaps only 2/3 late night trio that fought the pumpkin boss and gave bad and ghosties thirty heart attacks bc that boss could negate the egg's op resistance and actually kill them lmfao

#qsmp #loved that shit watching those tiny eggs trying to beat the shit out of an absolute monster of a boss while bad just tries to stay alive #incredible moment #shut up vic #block game brainrot

[befuddled-calico-whump]

au where all of the cast has an implant like Hunter’s. What do each of theirs do?

assuming they function more or less the same (showing other's emotions and minor clairvoyance) but manifest differently...

Benji hears it in music. Different instruments for different emotions or warnings, and everyone he meets has a theme/leitmotif. As he gets to know someone better, he'll notice slight shifts in their personal melody and be able to tell their mood better.

Joy gets phantom touches/feelings. So like prickles in her hands when someone else is nervous, or a feeling like water on her neck if someone is happy, etc. They usually show up when someone is talking to her directly, and are a lot more potent when acting as a warning for the future or a guide. (The feeling of being pushed lightly, a feeling like the hot sun on her shoulders when she's inside).

Kaius gets scents and smells. This is great for his detective work since he can turn into a literal bloodhound when searching for clues. He'd keep a detailed log of each scent and its perceived meaning so that he can better utilize it.

Jericho gets cartoony emotion cues for others. Like the anime 💢 if someone is mad, or little exclamation points by their head if they're surprised or excited, a thought bubble over their head if they're distracted... etc. This is mostly due to him already being pretty good at reading people, so the signs are more direct. As for warnings and personal direction, it's a lot more vague but still anime themed for some reason. He'll get a faint stream of cherry blossoms drifting past him or storm clouds overhead.

#benji: does anyone else hear boss music #it's hard to say for vic and sahota tbh #sahota might get sounds but they're imprinted from a person's past or future #so he might hear their scream as he sees them pass down the hall and knows he probably kills them #meanwhile vic cares a lot about finding ways to manipulate people so he might get things that show him probability or percentages #'the person you're looking at is at 70% exhaustion and 50% pain capacity' #lethologick #thanks for the music idea! #t$$ ask

[thestarsof-victius]

⭑ IM BACK ON MY BULLSHIT ⭑

⭑ you can't get rid of me fuckos. anyways uhhh i made a deltarune secret boss oc!! i don't have much lore immediately available so it's just gonna be this until my brain keeps cooking ⭑

#vic's art #digital art #digital drawing #drawing #deltarune #deltarune oc #deltarune secret boss #deltarune original character #deltarune chapter 3 #deltarune chapter three

[masschase]

I coloured it in after all. Idk, will probably go back to my normal style for the next thing but I just wanted to fuck about a bit.

That is not the same gross couch from the ship in their house BTW. That is a newer nicer couch.

That they had made to look just like the gross couch.

#i don't really draw matt in light colours so i'm not sure about that but meh #i have something else i want to draw of him soon 😊 #post-sriv: 2024 #saints row #sr boss: casey clark #matt miller #but should i tag vic lol

[widowshill]

It does good to no woman to be flattered by her superior, who cannot possibly intend to marry her. Jane Eyre, XVI.

764 / one flea spare, naomi wallace / 370 / 742 / 1192 / one flea spare / 69 / 44 / 617 / 78

#''Collinsport: come for the good jobs‚ stay because you want to fuck your boss.'' as eloquently put by tumblr user tortoisesshells #social climbing mostly done um. horizontally <3 #compilation tag #➤ edits & art. ┊ the evans cottage art gallery. #i just think about the naomi wallace passage A LOT. with the judith quote and the more than a fisherman/just a governess quote. #liz who has no intention of marrying bill. carolyn who has no intention of marrying joe. roger who has no intention of marrying vic. #the 18th and 19th century crew actually did somewhat better at that. ang busted her ass for that ring. #(and i'm not exactly to quentin and daphne yet so i'm. getting a little ahead of myself here. but i can't exclude her fellow governess #with the hots for her boss.)

[likesunsetorange]

https://x.com/llumi_ii/status/1749483411385827672?s=46&t=6gibj1UxMbLn0YGDvwIicw

OUR PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED

bodyguard au drabble # 3

OMG YES I SAW!!!! that’s literally so her i love it so much this mirror palais collection is so bodyguard au mikasa!!! and lia really blesses us with mikasa in the cutest outfits, i always look forward to her art when she posts 😭🩷

i'm sorry this took so long to reply to but i really wanted to write something for this, so i hope you enjoy!!! :)

also slight nsfw warning? lol!

While they weren’t necessarily sharing a mutual dislike for one another anymore, they weren’t necessarily friends either. But Eren also wouldn’t say they weren’t not friends either—it was complicated, but it wasn’t—he was her bodyguard whom she happened to live with, but there was something a bit more there—or at least he thought.

In the weeks since they had come to a truce of the sorts, they had developed a routine of the sorts. He would accompany her on her daily errands (as he was supposed to), but she welcomed his company rather than Mikasa feeling as if Eren was an unwanted presence. It was almost as if they were spending time together rather than Eren doing his job. Even when she spent hours trying on clothes, or trying to choose between (what Eren deemed was the same) lace ribbons, he found himself with the faintest hint of a smile on his face. Once they were back at her house, they would disperse amongst themselves until later in the evening when they would often cook together or watch whatever movie Mikasa picked for them.

The peace within the house was nice, and he found himself appreciating the little things a bit more. When she wasn’t busy throwing insults at him or criticizing every little thing he did, she was actually quite sweet. It was ironic to Eren how a lot of her personality was reminiscent of that first initial encounter—before she drugged him—leading Eren to believe maybe all of it hadn't been as much of an act as he had initially thought.

Today, much like any other day, after a day of various errands and a shower, Eren found himself preoccupied in the kitchen, but rather than cooking dinner like he usually would, he made himself a bowl of cereal, much to what he would assume would be Mikasa’s displeasure. Mikasa had him running around the entirety of the city, somehow managing to go through multiple burroughs (which he didn't even think was possible in NYC) for all of her menial errands, and he couldn't be bothered to make anything, so cereal would have to do.

He had made it through his second bowl of cereal when he heard Mikasa's voice on the phone, approaching. Her figure came into view, her hair damp and clinging to her back and her bangs pinned out of her face with little heart clips. She was wearing one of the many pair of pajamas she owned, today, these ones pink with little red hearts.

There weren't many things Eren allowed himself to indulge in when it came to Mikasa—he tried to keep those thoughts few and far between. But there was one thing that would plague his mind from time to time, no matter how hard he tried. It came in bouts of small moments when he was reminded that at the end of the day, he was a man living with an objectively attractive female who paid no mind to his presence, prancing around her house like she still lived alone.

It came in the form of Mikasa and her abundance of exquisitely crafted satin and silk pajamas—something that to the normal person, was seemingly harmless. Initially, it was. Eren found himself a bit endeared by her seemingly neverending collection, almost looking forward to which pair she'd wear every night—some patterned, some solid, some adorned with little embellishments or details of different fabrics.

But then, for reasons unbeknownst to him, the seemingly cute matching button-up shirts and pants turned into tiny shorts and slip shirts. So the thoughts that Eren tried not to allow cross his mind, ran rampant. When her clothes highlighted the curves of her body, accentuating every dip and crevice, leaving little to his imagination, and the dusking of her nipples against the smooth satin (since Mikasa refused to turn off the AC despite always being cold), it was hard for Eren to think anything but unholy things.

His mind ventured to places of how her skin would feel against his, if her sweet demeanor was applicable elsewhere, and if her smart mouth was good for other things too. And surely Mikasa, who at one point Eren had been sure was Satan incarnate, wasn't all that innocent either—with her sultry looks and sly touches—which only fueled his thoughts further. But Eren allowed these to only exist in his brain in brief glimpses, and would quickly tuck them back into the deepest crevices of his brain where they belonged—for the sake of his sanity and his pride. He would resume his gaze from her very nicely crafted body to her equally pretty face, pretending that he hadn't just imagined multiple ways he wanted to fuck her.

When Mikasa's gaze finally met Eren's he made it a point to keep his eyes on her face, which is exactly how he noticed her face turn from her usual blank expression to a pout as she hung up the phone to whoever she was talking to.

"Are you... eating cereal?" She asked as she walked toward him.

Eren raised a brow quizzically, "Yes, is that an issue?"

"Oh," she huffed, her pout only intensifiying. "Well, what am I gonna eat? You already ate—we normally make something together."

Eren shrugged nonchalantly, knowing she could order takeout like usual when she didn't feel like making something. But it was obvious what the actual problem was—Eren was a bit too oblivious to realize—she just wanted to spend time with Eren.

Eren knew he would probably make her something, always giving in to her, but now that they were a bit more amicable, he enjoyed his fair share of riling her up to compensate for the months of borderline verbal abuse she put him through.

"Last time I checked, I was your bodyguard, not your personal chef," he replied blankly, but the faintest hint of a smile gave way to his teasing.

"You know, sometimes I think I liked it better when you didn't talk to me," her voice dripping with the attitude that Eren had been accustomed to at one point. She glared at him as she walked past him towads the fridge, Eren stopping her before she could make it all the way.

He tugged lightly on the bottom of her shirt, Mikasa swatting as his hand in response. "Mikasa, I was kidding. What did you want?"

"I don't want anything—I can make it myself," she responded, crossing her arms. She glared down at where he sat on her bar stool, Eren trying to maintain his gaze at her face and not her body, which he was at eye level with. He found himself particularly enamored with these little heart pajamas—finding them endearing, but also for the little slivers of skin they showed—but not only could he give Mikasa the satisfaction in knowing that, he couldn't allow it for his own pride.

"Why are you like this? You're a brat sometimes, you know that?"

"And you're annoying," she bit back, but despite her snarky remarks, she seemingly admit defeat, taking a seat, nonetheless.

Eren released a pained sigh as he stood up, knowing he only contributed to her behavior, being the one to constantly indulge in her. He took off his sweatshirt, leaving him in just his t-shirt , not wanting to get it dirty. He almost threw it into the chair before he had half the mind to shove it over Mikasa's head, Mikasa face shocked as he helped her put it on (not bothering to care whether she had wanted to or not), his sweatshirt almost swallowing her tiny frame whole.

"Here, I can see you shivering," he said dully, though he knew it was only an excuse for his own sanity's sake.

"Oh, thanks," she replied, her cheeks flushing the tiniest tinge of pink. "And thanks for making me something to eat, Eren," she added a few moments later as Eren turned on the stove.

"Yea, yea. It's my job, right?" A smile on his face as he rolled his eyes playfully.

And as he sat there a while later, watching Mikasa happily eat the grilled cheese he made her, a smile on her face, while adorned in one of his random sweatshirts, he realized he had royally fucked himself. If he thought seeing her in her clothes did something to him, seeing her in his clothes—combined with her long inky hair splayed across her shoulders, a rare sight to see; the same doe-eyed face that had got him that night just months ago; and her rare but sickeningly sweet personality, that made his heart do a double take—was only so much worse.

#bodyguard au #asks #vic’s drabbles #i had almost finished and then my app crashed and i wanted to kay em es i wont lie lol but luckily half was saved as a draft lol but i was #committed so i retyped the rest again the things i do for eremika. i was fighting demons to post this the demons being myself lol #sometimes im like am i putting these in the fic? idk LOL these might just be tumblr only scenes based off our collective discussions/hcs lo #anyways eren is so down bad for his little boss

[pearlpettles]

girl bossing right here

#girlblogging #girl blogger #girl boss #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #pierce the veil #ptv vic #ptv lyrics #pat bateman #patrick bateman #feminine aesthetic #feminine mystique #vic fuentes #facade #white girl problems #it girl #lily rose depp #hyper feminine #divine feminine #dark feminine energy #the feminine urge #selfish machines #collide with the sky #a flair for the dramatic #misadventures #feminine fashion #jaime preciado #tony perry #spotify #american psycho #pierce the vic

[gloriousmonsters]

gek from chessmen is one of the sci fi characters ever. detachable spider head guy who decided to ditch his cult/species because a girl sang pop tunes to him for a couple months. halts a desperate flight from the hostile compound for a minute so he can swap his head to a bigger, sexier body before going 'ok let's go'. pairs a newfound interest in justice, art, and Girl with still doing shit like being overjoyed at finding TUNNELS to scuttle through and eating rats (and rat pups) onscreen. gets put in jail and immediately begins gaslighting his captors by leaving his headless body at the table or just unlocking himself and leaving the room when there's only one person there, then re-chaining himself and going 'idk man you sound crazy' when the terrified guard brings back other people. gets left alone with a fulltime guard and he uses his limited powers of compulsion to make the guy give him his weapons, unchains himself and chains the other guy up, and stands guard at the door instead. actually escaping matters less than The Bit. can't emote in any visible way but is constantly full of emotions. gets accused of witchcraft and goes 'sure'. continually is the MVP of doing shit while the actual 'hero' is useless. i need to see him in a janky but impressive 80s practical effects style adaptation so bad

#and i need him to be the love interest #seriously it's insane to me like... he's strongly implied to have fallen in love with tara #they have good interactions #when she's trying to influence him as he's torn btwn obeying or disobeying cult/boss orders she sings something called THE SONG OF LOVE #they literally have a mirror of the john/dejah moment where he tells her to run while he holds off the enemy #and she says she won't leave him and then re-states it as she *can't* leave him #meanwhile gahan is occupied with crit failing everything he tries to do expounding on why Slavery Good #mansplaining war and the nature of humanity to tara and calling gek a lesser being. also being rapey af #but nooooo he's sexy so he's the protagonist and everyone instantly admires him for no reason #justice for gek fr. THAT is the kind of thing you should change in adaptation #vic talks #barsoom

[mgs-boss]

Snake was lying in the field of Star-of-Bethlehem grass lilies.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a mushroom cloud in the distant sky. White petals were falling: a familiar sight.

Cold metal pressed against his forehead; it was the muzzle of a gun.

The Boss was looking down at Snake. Her fingertip rested on the trigger of her gun, the Patriot.

Kill me. Snake's lips moved slightly. This is the right ending. This is what I was hoping for.

Boss, please.

Source: Metal Gear Solid Peace Walker novel, Chapter 2: The Phantom of a Hero, Part 11, machine-translated with grammar and style edits by me

#mgs #mgs peace walker #peace walker #mgspw #big boss #vic boss #the boss #the boss mgs #metal gear solid #mgs the boss #snake's hallucination #snake's ptsd nightmare #naked snake #mgs3 snake eater #mgs3 #snake eater

[vicsmusehub]

I will die on the hill that Verosika Mayday is not a bad person compared to everyone in the cast, Blitzo is just a horrible person and boyfriend.

#vic speaks his mind #helluva boss cw #justice for verosika

[poupeesdecirque]

Prepare for trouble...

.... and make it double.

A pair right from hell.

It's great to have a 'buddy' for Alastor from the same Universe now... but maybe it was not the best idea to put this clown and the Radio Demon together into the same tent.

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #hazbin hotel #alastor #bjd #ball jointed doll #fanart #clown #circus #si cang studio #he boy #doll chateau #hybrid #miracledoll #vic #poupées de cirque #fizz

[malurged]

as the flood of light fades and you recover from the momentary blindness, you open your eyes ... to an idyllic scene. greenhouse garden with beautiful, diverse flora from all seasons and continents. sunshine spilling through the skylight. soothing sounds of water trickling down the marble fountains. in the middle, a small glass top table with golden accents. a porcelain tea set with equally refined details. by the table are two humanoid figures, a man and a woman. the woman's crimson eyes calmly scan your group. if she is at all perturbed by your unexpected arrival, you cannot read it from her perfectly sculpted face. intricate lines of pale tattoos cross her nose and chin. she sits perfectly still in her dress of red and platinum gold, like the perfect picture of a noblewoman in a portrait –– or every noblewoman in every portrait, from every epoch and every age.

“ i'm sorry, vic @victo1re. this should not have happened. ” the man stands. his presence next to her is like a smear of shadow, not as dazzling but no less striking. the silver and grey fabric of his robe ripples against his lanky form like silk or liquid mercury. “ you don't have to be here for this. -- i will take care of them. ” he turns toward you all, and you see that he is wearing a half-mask over the left side of his face. on the surface of the mask are golden threads forming a strange, geometric shape. the symbol hums with arcane energy as he raises a hand.

snap.

in that moment of urgency, you don't know what is going to happen. your instincts and trainings kick in: the wizard remembers the artifact with the strange marking -- the invert of the symbol on the man's mask. you touch it and channel your arcana. the artifact hums to life with a pulse of energy and boon. whatever the man did was neutralized, the weave twisted out of his hand to your favor and you are imbued with magic and vigor. but the paladin, you stumble to your knees –– as your divine sense is suddenly activated and holds you open to the world like a wound you hide but cannot numb.

you are overwhelmed with the vile, odious fume of the hells and distant memories of a long forgotten childhood slotting into place: this man before you, the same man you saw stalking the halls of the parliament, darkening the steps of your lords and ladies' estates as the esteem chosen of the goddess of strategy has been an infernal fiend.

you stand before the house of cards as it starts to crumble, layers of glamour and deception fade away. you realize that in this elaborate theatre of falsehood and mimicry, nothing is genuine -- not her promises, not her divinity, not her peace treaties or vaults of wealth ... not even her chosen.

you clutch to your sword. the family crest the last vestige of your fallen house. decades of power struggles, espionage and political assassinations engulfed your homeland, reducing you to this: orphaned in a barren world choked on manipulation and strife.

in anger and grief, all fade away from your heart but vengeance -- your oath to avenge your house against whoever brought their downfall, even if gods. even if a false goddess or her devilish prophet -—–— ( before any of your companions can stop you, you raise your ancestral sword with a thunderous roar, pumping all of your hatred and wraith into the strike to smite the foul creature. he whips his arm up to create an arcane shield but you get there just before it can cover him entirely. the blade of your sword makes contact with his mask, knocking it off his face and cutting into his wretched flesh. blood barely spills before your smite sears his open wound. )

“ YOU FOOLS!! ” the devil shrieks as he stumbles back, holding his injured face and letting out a strangled curse. “ how did you- ? how DARE you bring that THING into her house! ”

his visage changes, growing taller as his silken robe begins to corrode from the bottom up. flames burst out the side of his face, not from the paladin's smite but seemingly burning through from underneath his skin. his teeth become jagged and black. each time he heaves and curls his lips there seem to be more and more teeth crowding and bloodying his gums. he lets out a hiss. the scent of sulfur fills your nose as you are surrounded by a wall of fire, caging you in with him and separating you all from his goddess' avatar. the fire begins to spread out toward the plants populating the greenhouse. two bushes light on fire and are immediately engulfed; in their place, the flames writhe and grow into two fire elementals.

as the battle commences, you get one last glimpse at the chosen's face, before it is twisted into something unrecognizable. you see his eyes dart between his goddess' avatar and the artifact in the wizard's hand. in his face you read the whirlwind of emotions: anger, surprise, protectiveness, fear, and a complex set of pain.

#victo1re #“is this anything” meme #but it's imagining ascended vic and “chosen” vespin as final bosses in some undefined hypothetical campaign