#Vincent Ewing

[aceoffangirls]

Vincent from young royals: I can excuse being gay but I draw the line at being poor

[natimiles]

Ikemen Vampire: Voice Actors | Part 3

Masterlists

[drkocnsummoning]

My favorite part about tumblr is I can just tell people to kill Themselves when needed. I say that bc I found out people ship Bo and Vincent together as a couple and yea. Kill yourself.

[rjcity1]

The Righteous let it out. | Hey!(EW) | new episode Sunday

[glasshouses-and-stones]

The Sid part is about Sidney Crosby.

The lizard sentence is about Connor McDavid.

The last sentence is about Vincent Trocheck.

[meloteaa]

Day 7 : Crossover !!

I was a weirdo in middle school/high school and now …………………………………………………………………I still am one //this was done horribly on purpose or was it

[kavalyera]

silly john wick headcanons

santino knows how to fly a helicopter

don’t ask how or why he just does thanks

gianna is a big red wine girlie

ares is NOT an ares. she’s a leo

on the contrary vincent is a gemini

ALSOOOO charon has an aquarium

he loves fishes

and marine life in general

he just really likes having an aquarium around

[freddysglove]

house of wax soundtrack is so good

[sheyshen]

A short fic, focusing on how Einar met his daughter. Set during Endwalker. Also featuring Vincent grumbling about the cold. (tiny bit of EW spoilers)

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Perhaps it was the woods he missed the most right now. Vincent grumbled as he followed after his friend, picking their way through the ruins of the Garlean capital. The sounds of birds and life, the smell of rain. Hells he even missed the distant storms off the coast of Terncliff right now, even though they always made the aches worse. The smell of salt on the wind was something he would’ve preferred over the smell of gunpowder and oil that pervaded this place.

    Einar signaled for them to stop as they watched a pair of rogue magitek… something or other lumber on by. He wasn’t sure what they were called honestly, it wasn’t the armor he’d seen the warrior of light ride around in, and it wasn’t the bits like Einar used. In the end, it didn’t really matter much to him, he only needed to know how to break them.

    He rubbed the heel of his hand on his nose, stifling a sniffle. Maybe it was the warmth he was missing, Gaius’s warning of how cold Garlemald was didn’t give the truth of it justice. Even through the layers, he could feel the chill in his bones, and the thick gloves made it more difficult to grip. He tugged down the hat his friend had given him after the engineer teased him for not bringing one along.

    Einar gave him a nod as soon as it was once more safe and they continued on their way, checking ruins for survivors and attempting to avoid the detection of the tempered and rogue contraptions that wandered the area. A sound made them pause, waiting, and then a small form bolted past. A child from the looks of it, a survivor. The pair gave chase, catching up quickly enough and Einar scooped the wriggling body into his arms before they could escape, shushing them as best he could.

    “It’s alright. Shhhh. We’re friends.” Einar released his grip as they calmed and turned to look at them. A little girl, couldn’t’ve been more than ten. “Where are your parents?”

    She glanced between the two of them before shaking her head. “I don’t know. I’ve been looking for them. But…” she trailed off.

    Einar let out a disappointed sigh but put on a brave face for the child before him. “What’s your name?” When she didn’t answer he introduced himself first, “I’m Einar Valenz, I’m an engineer and Garlean like you.”

    When she looked up toward him Vincent followed suit. “Vincent. Baelsar. I’m just here to help.”

    She waited a moment, debating. “Blair…Attia. I was trying to find my dad. He's with the IIIrd legion.”

    Einar attempted to hide a grimace at the statement, the likelihood of her father being alive wasn’t very high, and with having little luck with his search for his own parents…

    Another sound caught the trio’s attention, Vincent’s head snapped up and he shifted his stance. It was too small to be magitek, but too loud to have been from someone trying to avoid being detected. He gripped the hilt of the gunblade on his back, Heirsbane felt foreign in his hand and part of him regretted giving in to his partner’s request to bring the weapon along instead of his lance.

    Einar picked up Blair, standing behind his friend as Vincent drew the blade, attempting to mimic the stance he’d seen during sparring sessions. Mimicry wasn’t his strongest suit, but it would have to do. The sound drew closer, louder, and then another form burst forth, this one much bigger and not attempting to flee. Bringing the gunblade up as quickly as he could, Vincent deflected the attack, his years as a wood wailer and adventurer paying off even with an unfamiliar weapon.

    The sound of steel striking steel rang through the ruins and Einar retreated. He had a gunblade of his own on his back, but with Blair in his arms, there was little he could do to assist. Still, his friend held his own, as the soldier before them lurched, swinging their weapon wildly. They were tempered then, not a survivor.

    Vincent stumbled, the balance of the lengthy blade throwing him off a moment, but recovered, sidestepping as the soldier attempted to strike while he shifted. Einar’s eyes widened in recognition and he bit back a curse.

    “V. Don’t kill him!” He shouted to his friend.

    Vincent deflected another blow, kicking out with his right leg as he did, the prosthetic hitting the soldier in the shin and causing him to grunt out in what should’ve been pain. “I think you should be telling him that, not me.” He ground out as he turned, swinging the gunblade around and attempting to disarm the tempered man before him. “Why?”

    “That’s my father.”

    Vincent cursed, dodging another wild blow. He was sure that if this had been a soldier with full faculties he would’ve lost his head by now. Even still he took a few blows, mostly nicks to his coat, but nothing too major to worry about for now. But as the fight wore on it was bound to draw more attention and with a child in tow that could spell trouble.

    Dropping Heirsbane, Vincent rolled, grabbed a fistful of ashy snow, and lobbed it at the soldier. When the tempered went to cover his face on instinct the lancer took the chance to close the distance, scooping up his partner’s gunblade as he did. Grabbing the soldier the collar of his coat, he brought the hilt of the gunblade square into the side of the man’s head.

    The soldier dropped to the ground, groaning, but otherwise not getting back up for the moment. Einar looked at his friend with a wild look in his eyes that made it clear he didn’t approve of the attack but also couldn’t admonish him for it either. Returning the gunblade to its holster on his back, Vincent ignored his friend, glancing around instead, straining his ears to hear. The sound of mechanical creaking and hissing was drawing closer and while it was unclear if it was the patrol from before returning or if the fight had drawn attention to their presence, the lancer wasn’t wanting to wait and find out.

    He squatted down, picking up the fallen man and heaving him onto his shoulder as he stood. “I think he’ll be fine with a headache after he’s been cured.”

    Einar huffed but nodded. There were more important things to worry about. “Let’s take him to the healers at camp. And get her some food.” He nodded towards Blair as she clung to him. “Preferably before more company arrives.”

Vincent huffed a laugh and grinned at his friend before the group started towards camp. He was sure the healers who were part of the Ilsabard contingent would be able to help, and they could come back and continue their search after a bit of rest as well.

[thancrxdwatxrs]

//The best part about Endwalker is that Vincent gets to hang out with his husbands :3c

[dinoshmino]

That one picture where the girl’s looking at the guys chest

[rjcity1]

It’s up and it’s completely normal.

[deva-arts]

Wipe your nose, Vincent.

[sansgout]

i'm never gonna get over the fact that vincent has the audacity to treat rody's assumption as if it's 100% indisputably unjustified like homie . . .

you just killed and cooked this guy's ex you just bit off his fckn ear

and you're over here like "??? excuse me wtf do you think happened in this totally normal and healthy work environment: dude got FIRED ffs"

vincent "how dare you imply i'm worse than i already am" charbo.nneau

[the-eye-of-markov]

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How I see myself..varies from time to time. I like to see myself as such a higher being than others, that I'm worth more and can walk right over them! But, there are times where it feels like the opposite...and I hate seeing myself like that.