#Vincent valentine

[poipoigurl]

A Merry Christmas to all!

Base: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1006484216724734031/

[phantomyre]

Studying his facial features in a simple sketch Reference under cut

[v4l3ntin3s]

[thebirdqueen]

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This feels...familiar

[theghostavocadoe]

considering that I'm on a cruise ship as I'm typing this, I have an idea to throw into the world: FF7 characters on a cruise ship. Would they love it? hate it? would they get sea sick? who spends time in the pool and waterslides? Who gets free food and ice cream at every opportunity? Who just stares wistfully into the ocean? As groups, do they stick together or do they run off and do their own things? Do they participate in the trivia nights? game shows? movies?? I NEED TO KNOW.

[soggy-fishsticks]

vincent's backstory or something

[sephirthoughts]

🎄Gingervincent Valenbread🎄

ruler for scale (inches for the us, cm for everyone normal)

he’s 100% edible, metallic parts made with gold and silver luster dust; belts are fondant, cloak buckles are gum paste, hair and leather wilton cookie icing, all the rest is stacked layers of handmade gingerbread and royal icing

he just has quicksilver because i was too exhausted to make cerberus 😅

[spidersandcandles]

no one asked for this but tis the season so here's some avalanche holiday party hcs!

- the kitchen is chaos - tifa and cid are both yelling, there are recipe pages taped to every cabinet and neither of them know which is which, cloud was roped in as extra help but was too much of a hazard and relegated to dishes, cid's burned his hand three separate times, there isn't a single clean bowl anywhere in the building, no one knows where the pie crusts went, and there's flour on the ceiling. somehow everything is still working and food is coming out

- aerith, barret, and cait sith are playing poker at the table. cait sith knows how to play but keeps lying about the rules to try to mess everyone else up, aerith knows how to play dirty and is incredibly excited to do so, barret has never lost this much money in his life

- vincent is knocked out on the couch, and has been for several hours. marlene keeps calling cloud out of the kitchen to help her stack presents on him, enough so that he's been kicked out and the two of them are now beyond invested in vincent present balancing. he wakes up in the middle of it but pretends to still be asleep

- reeve is three hours late and shows up covered in snow, but someone called to ask him to bring a pie somewhere around the time the pie crusts went missing so he's holding four, all of which he stole from the shinra holiday party

-within a few minutes of him walking in, reeve is asleep next to vincent and the new subject of the present stacking

- yuffie, cait sith, nanaki (does anyone call him nanaki over red xiii? i havent been on ff7 tumblr for very long and never see anyone talk about him but i call him nanaki), and cid end up in a very loud argument about where jellyfish and hedgehogs are on a scale of round vs pointy animals (they've come to a consensus that hedgehogs are both round AND pointy, but cait sith keeps restarting the argument for jellyfish to be considered pointy because they sting)

- sometime before dinner is ready, aerith drags cloud outside to see the snow and they end up in a snowball fight that they start calling reinforcements out for (and delaying dinner) - aerith, nanaki, yuffie, cid, and tifa form a team and cloud, vincent, reeve, barret, and cait sith form a team. all out war ensues. no one wins, and everyone comes back in soaked

- dinner is the only part that goes. somewhat. smoothly, assigned seats are nonexistent but no one ends up fighting over seats, only over what pies ended up near them

- at the end, no one goes home, the living room is full of blankets and space heaters and whispered conversations that everyone can hear, but everyone slowly falls asleep anyways

[sephirthoughts]

i doubt the accuracy, or at least currency, of this chart.

i spent a good 2.5 minutes of my time and searched the tag vincent valentine on ao3. there are 794 tags including his name. among the relationship tags, there are nearly thrice as many works tagged with cid/vincent. there are nearly twice as many tagged with cloud/vincent.

this chart was likely accurate by some standard at some point, but there are several problems: the sample size is incredibly small, it is 5 years old, and does not cite the source of the sample data, nor the method of gathering.

the point: always check the data hygiene, before you go assuming some graph or chart represents reality in any meaningful way. especially if it's something actually important, and not who's writing who banging who in fanfiction.

also thank our blessed ao3 for giving us a safe haven, so we no longer have to venture into the wild and uninhabitable parts of the internet for fanfic anymore

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Character: Vincent

Sample Size: 181 stories

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[getvalentined]

Made myself a bracelet with the chaos wheel on it, patterned similarly to Vincent's gauntlet on his Social Style/Formal Attire gear.

I am officially confident enough in this craft to get started on the more complex pieces I've designed for friends! Very excited about all this.

[v4l3ntin3s]

[vasiktomis]

October 31st: Best Day of the Year (Vincent Valentine x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: Whatever it is that's wrong with Vincent, you're sure that fucking him might help at least a little.

Rating: Explicit (Minors do NOT interact). Word Count: ~4900. Tags/Warnings: Public Blow Jobs, Awkward Tension, Premature Ejaculation, Clothed Sex.

You wouldn’t class yourself as a hugely shrewd person. You’d been fortunate enough in life that there was never a reason for you to hone such a skill beyond basic body language and conversation, and it had never been something you’d even really thought about until a passing line from Cloud had piqued your attention.

With the area you’d been passing through now cleared of fiends, your resident ex-Turk found no further reason to travel with the pack, disappearing to find his own solitary route to the town up ahead. Stretching your battered muscles, you’d watched that red cape disappear into the trees and mumbled a dry comment while Cloud’s buster sword clicked into place between his shoulder blades.

“You know he’s — like — into you, right?”

Read the rest on A03!

[friends-w-ghosts]

I’m obsessed with Amano’s version of Vincent, so I drew it! With some other ideas from the other concept art and my own, too, of course.

Version with black hair under the cut!

The contrast isn’t as good but I wanted to see what it’d look like.

[ofgeneticperfection]

She sits opposite him leaning back against the seat with one leg crossed over the other. She studies Vincent for a moment then glances down at the screen of her phone to send a quick text to her other guard back at the labs. ||See if you can find anything on a Vincent Valentine||

She smiles softly and sets her phone down beside her, both hands gripping the edges of the seat. She responds to his concern with a soft chuckle. "I'm your clearance." She responds with a sly grin. "As long as you are with my no one will question a thing. The only person with more power than me in those labs is the Professor himself."

"You have nothing to worry about. Just don't go running off on me." She glances down and checks the time on her screen. "We should be there within an hour so sit back and enjoy the ride." She gestures towards the window. "Or the view. I'm sure you'd appreciate the change of scenery. I know I do.."

@phantomyre

Entering an area that had been the birthplace of nightmares would have ordinarily sent chills down a victim's back. Not so for a man who had endured every possible form of pain that could be inflicted on a human. When it came to his own well-being, Vincent was indifferent. Though whether the young scientist's words were meant as a warning for his protection or a mild threat, Vincent could scarcely tell. But it did cause the corners of his lips to slightly turn upward. He was slightly intrigued. But only a bit. Once Isrieal ended the call, Vincent once again joined her, pausing short of where she stood. Seemed as though she held quite the authority over some of the individuals within R&D. The chopper loudly ripped the air, causing a harsh wind to toss about their clothes. Vincent's tattered cloak flowing behind him naturally as though it had been all too acquainted with every type of harsh wind or abrasion. Stepping into the chopper, he paused when he heard the scientist bring up the need for a uniform. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but Vincent had grown too accustomed to his current clothes, it was like a part of him. But once upon a time, changing into a uniform was the norm for Vincent. "I was a Turk once. I'll manage," he stated a bit stiffly, not keen on changing his outfits. However, stealth he could understand completely. A little discomfort was sometimes necessary. Taking an open seat in the very back of the chopper, Vincent sat back and propped himself on one knee. "Wouldn't I need clearance?" He questioned, casting a wary glance at the pilot out of instinct.

@ofgeneticperfection

[sephirthoughts]

vincemt valentime

(ignore howard’s foot)

my partner got him for me 😭

i’ll take him out to pose him and take pics later i’m too tired rn

best Christmas ever

🖤🎄⚰️ 🖤🎄⚰️ 🖤🎄⚰️ 🖤🎄⚰️