#oc Vincent

[toffee-biscuits]

Beach episode! Period swimwear! Ignoring the deep sea/zee diving horrors that actually make up the event for a minute to sit on the beach <3

Based on a real drawing from 1901, under the cut :D

Unfortunately I can't find a source on this but look at it! Isn't it cool!

[whumpy-arts-and-crafts]

Vincey pissed off the wrong supervillain or hero again

[theterrornaut]

Loner Vincent (private commission by @sin-arts-0 for @leftsharkhypocrite )

[leftsharkhypocrite]

What it's like to have these two on the team?

(feat my game companions @sin-arts-0 @theterrornaut )

[shamefulzombie]

Zombie, I've come to your inbox yet again, this time to ask if you can tell us any facts about Vincent, in exchange, I'm giving you a funny picture

fjcjdn- He's very polite, like very! He might go under a bit of a story change but I can share some a bit now

Vincent, Nicknamed Vinny Facts:

*Vincent is the first human to earn Inhuman genetics from birth and that because of his dad, who experimented on his wife (at least it was consensual), so he's just all an experiment, he is unaware of that.

*Vincent is the first half-human in this verse.

*Although half-human, he is fragile.

*He has a bunch of characteristics of a cat, so you can imagine that he purrs..

*Vincent and Billy are childhood friends, although during that time Billy had made fun of his ears. *cough* Billy and Vincent dated at one point, guess how that turned out.

*Vincent and Antoine are also childhood friends. Currently, they do not recognize each other.

*Vinny is clueless, (pre-death) Naomi tried to ask him out. "Take me out? like killing me?" "Wtf no-"

*Vincent is an Inhuman Hunter, but only doing the searching for his team. He also works at a gas station as a part-time.

*Since he's half-human, he met a lot of Inhumans. Luckily, didn't made contact to some of them. BUT His first Inhuman encounter was Xatu, didn't get in the snake's way at least.

*Vincent's design is inspired by Miqo'te race from FFXIV. And personality-wise he is Billy from ZZZ.

that's all I can think for him for now😌

[tamawut]

young Vincent and Jimena (around 11 yo ?)

[oracle-chan]

Prepare the troops

[thedevillovesflowers]

Tomorrow….

[roadkill-frankenstein]

to all of them ( except like. Typhon probably ) HAND IN MARRIAGE? PLEEK?

Typhon is offended he wasn't considered, sleep with one eye open

[lilfunkyphroggy]

He's feeling like a pretty boy

[thatoneartistinthecorner]

Finally posted some art! 🙌

I've just been trying to recover from my wisdom teeth removal ❤️‍🩹

Anyways, here's my oc, Vincent 😊

[toffee-biscuits]

New guy! Newest addition to my flondon crew, Vincent Bell! They're a certified nerd, bug lover, and nervous mess. Guy who came to the neath for research and has not been having a good time since. Totally coping well with not being able to leave, 100%, just don't ask.

[jan/2024] (fallen london sideblog: @the-clay-quarters)

[p-wrryyy-mordial-soup]

'Nice rack' 'what'

i was awake for, 5 hours (not in a row) yesterday take this <33 Drake and Vincent are QPPs :]

[theterrornaut]

PSYKER VINCENT (for @leftsharkhypocrite )!

[leftsharkhypocrite]

More profesional psyker I guess

Also idk which style is better

[coffin-comforts]

Hands of the Maker

WIP Chapter 1

I have never been what one would call a courageous man. I have always shuddered at loud noises, cowered from figures in the dark, bent to the point of breaking before those who would threaten me, but I wish that the fear I had felt upon Lord Vincent Villanueva-Navarro’s approach to my stand at the market was enough to drive me from his presence. He eyed me like a wolf does a hare, glinting golden eyed sadistic delight. I am not unused to these looks, from my youth to my becoming a man many have ... delighted in my appearance which is ‘finer than that or warrior or woman, as fair and delicate as a rose’ or so I am told. Many proposals decent and indecent have been thrust upon me affectionate letters, gifts, salacious whispers in my ear, a wandering hand on my back at a market stand or on my thigh pressed under a table. I know better that to be vain or ungrateful, such things are sins, but in some respect I envy those who’s faces are plain and are allowed the respite of anonymity in a crowd.

“Such excellent craftsmanship, do you know the name of the sculptor?”

I bowed my head in part out of politeness, the other fear

“I must thank you, for I am he”

He looked up at me one more and his smile split his face in two. For an instant I swear he had the fangs of a beast.

“Really? I am quite impressed by your work, your attention to each minute detail is ... nothing short of breathtaking”

He did not look at my wares as he said this, slowly raking his eyes over my face and body, his lustful gaze eventually settling on the crook of my neck.

“Thank you sir. If you would like to purchase one you may, but if you would like to commission a piece of your own design I would be happy to create such a work for a negotiated price”

The man’s face glowed with delight

“Do you have experience in likenesses? I would love to have you come to my home and make a sculpture of me. Not a large one, perhaps about the size of my forearm, so that it may fit on my desk, could you do that for me?”

I nodded

“Yes, while my preferred subject is birds I do sculpt people as well”

I pulled from beneath my table a statue of Apollo carrying the sun which seemed to excite the man even further.

“Please, allow me to see your hands”

I warily held them out my palms to the sky and he immediately snatched them into his own. Bringing them to his face, kissing and caressing them. I was stunned into silence far too terrified to speak at his boldness.

“Every part of you is precious but most precious of all are these artist’s hands. Such things from which beauty is begot but which still cannot compare to their own beauty and the beauty of their owner. I cherish these hands though I have only but touched them for the first time. Should any harm come to these hands I would destroy he who wrought it and scatter his body across the whole of Christendom”

His words I did not doubt, as he looked to be in contemplation with a murderous intent. I did not dare pull myself aware from such a man as I was aware in that instant that he would have the power to rip me in two should I resist him.

“Thank you sir. You are too generous to me, I am but a humble craftsman”

He paused in his ministrations instead pulling my hands down his face and neck pressing them to his heart. Looking at me pityingly

“Do not let such falsehoods pass those perfect lips! I would die a thousand deaths just to allow you to see thine own beauteous works and thine beauteous form through mine own eyes! My treasure, my Helen of Troy, I demand that you come sup with me this night and complete your work for me. I will pay you in a bar of gold if I must, please I entreat you let not another moment of this day go by when I am not at your side”

He is clearly mad, his face flushed with frenzied fever. I dare not deny him for I fear my life if I do.

“If you would allow me to pack my things, I would gladly join you. I only request that I know your name”

“Only if I may be returned your name in kind, fair creature. I am Lord Vincent Villanueva-Navarro of Andalusia”

I am grateful that I had the presence of mind to hold my tongue. If he truly be a lord of Andalusia it would do me well to pay great respects to him should he cut me down in ill temper. I bowed as deeply as my hand still in his would allow.

“Mateo, my lord. I beg your forgiveness for my earlier manners, I was unaware of your lordship’s parentage”

He pulled my arms apart outstretched like the wings of a butterfly pulling me close to his chest. Not a soul underneath the market tent spoke a word to this, it seemed as if for all the world Lord Villanueva-Navarro was unseen to all and that I was caught in his blanket of unseeing beside him.

“Please, I wish to hear my given name on your tongue once more. Do not speak to me reverently as if you are any mere mortal man, speak to me as if I were your closest confidant and I shall never be displeased. Do not lower yourself for my sake, you lofty heights astound and thrill me. Should you be below me I want such rank not to come from my parentage but out of love. Love of brothers of course”

His eyes say otherwise.

“Thank you for your kindness. You are a virtuous and humble man. I should hope I do not disappoint you Vincent”

I felt him press further against me as I uttered his name, terror blooming in my heart, but he then pulled away.

“I shall let you pack your things, I will send my attendant for our carriage”

He finally released my hands but he watched me intently as I put away my wares for the day sending a ghoulish looking fellow to fetch his carriage.

“Do you have any finer clothes than these”

“I regret to tell you I do not. These are the finest I can afford”

“We will have to remedy that at once. Do you care much for cravats”

“I am fond of them”

“Good, I will dress you in the finest silk and lace. I believe I will find you something in green, it complements the flush of your skin”

“Thank you Vincent, you are too generous”

This is far too much, I feared for what he would ask of me in return, but as the carraige rolled into view and Lord Villanueva-Navarro opened the door for me it struck me that my time to refuse had long since passed. Whatever would happen now would be in part due to mine own cowardice.