#vincent sightings

[hairscare]

[streetkid-named-desire]

A Streetkid Named Desire: Definitive Edition

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Links to the Tumblr posts with the link, summary and excerpts. Link to full fic is in the title.

Chapter 1: Wages of Sin - 4,354 word

Chapter 2: The Road to Ruin - 6,428 words

Chapter 3: The Undertaker and His Pals - 7,669 words

Chapter 4: Gambling with Souls - 4,405 words

Chapter 5: Blood and Black Lace - 5,613 words

Chapter 6: Theptida rong ram - 5,567 words

Chapter 7: Shogun's Joy of Torture - 5,514 words

[barclaysangel]

Hi, I'm gifting you some messy screenshots of Alex Vincent holding a kitten on his live because I think you'll appreciate them

(Also, he mentioned that he didn't know if the kitten was a boy or a girl so he gave them, in his words, 'a non-binary name' which I thought was cute)

OMFG IM LOSIBG MY MIND ONG ONG ONG OMG ONG OMGGGGG!

ANDY WITH A KITTEN, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, AGHHHHHHHHHHH LUCY LOOK @streets-in-paradise

That’s so damn cute, love how he gave the kitten a nonbinary name, I’m curious as to what the name is and now I’m just imagining Andy with a kitten—

[hmmmmrss]

[thesightstoshowyou]

The box. You opened it. We came

🔺⬛️🔻

Hello everyone! There are a lot of new faces here so I think it’s time for a reintroduction:

I’m Sights! I’m 35. years old and I use any pronouns. I literally don’t care enough to choose! I’m a married, stay-at-home parent of two. Before that, I was a Registered Nurse for 6 or so years. I’m chronically ill, and I only mention this because the monitoring, treatment, fatigue and other associated symptoms make up a huge part of my day to day life.

I’ve been writing since I was a child. It’s definitely my “purpose,” if there is such a thing. I love all things spooky, monstrous, and disgusting. I write for most of the slashers, as well as inhuman creatures, aliens, the supernatural, etc. If you’re curious about something, don’t hesitate to send me an ask!

Commissions are always open. Requests are rarely open. However, I will reblog a few writing prompt lists or games here and there so keep your eyes peeled!

Finally, I expect you to be 18 or older if you are interacting with this blog. If you are a minor, I need you to leave and come back when you’re 18. Respect my boundaries.

Thank you for following! Stay awhile, check out the links below, and remember:

No tears, please. It’s a waste of good suffering.

Slasher Masterlist

Asa Emory’s is my “special boy”

Boyfriend to Death/The Price of Flesh

Dead by Daylight

Fallout

Sights Originals

[humberg]

V: 'Kerry?' K: 'Yeah?' V: 'That night... had a great time.' K: 'I'm game for round two if you are. No shortage of boats in the marina.'

Not many boats were safe in the marina after Kerry and Vincent got the taste of causing mayhem together. Kerry said he was done with it, but, Kerry also said that Vincent was a bad influence, Vincent begs to differ. Just don't tell the NCPD. After all, what's a date without a little fire? ❤️‍🔥

...

I gotta thank @elvenbeard for reminding me of this concept after our chat about Kerry and our Vincents destroying all the boats! I knew the exact yacht to visit in the game, points to those who know which one >:3

Happy Saturday!

[dangoulains-devotion]

sorry for the phone pic but I'm in hysterics Vincent's hair just doesn't load at a distance and seems to be the only person this happens to I'm in tears. like to slap his bald heid etc

[freelanceexorcist]

I love this analysis. I wonder if they're going to switch things up and instead of locking himself in a coffin for nearly 3 decades with only his nightmares to keep him company, he will have imprisoned himself in the mansion to atone (or to keep his four head beasties from going HAM on the general public). That's a fairly well-kept study that looks pretty lived-in. That would be interesting, because honestly, the original take is a little too melodramatic in this year of our lord 2023.

I also wonder if the outfit and the dramatic, antiquated speech is something he cooked up to scare away any local kids who got too brave and went exploring. I'll bet there were plenty of stories of The Red Man in the spooky old Shinra mansion going around Nibelheim back in the day.

And it'll be kinda funny, too, if the "Hark! A miscreant!" thing was an act and it didn't take much for him to revert to his Turk speech patterns.

Vincent: "WHO DARES DISTURB MY SLUMBER!"

The party: *blinks in silence*

Vincent: "BEGONE, YE CHICANEROUS AND DEPLORABLE KNAVES!"

The party: *blinking continues*

Vincent: *sighs and floats to the floor* "OK, let's try this: fuck off."

*LATER ON...*

Cloud: "so all this" *gestures to Vincent's outfit* "was just to scare the kids?"

Vincent: "My other choice was a bloodstained Turk uniform. I just wanted to keep you little shits out, not scar you for life."

[cheswirls]

the beauty of black butler is once you know the main overarching plot and [spoiler] then it becomes so rewarding to go back and reread at any point bc there are simply so many hints that yana has scattered about absolutely everywhere.

[random-xpressions]

When Vincent Van Gogh said:

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream!

And I say:

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, except that the sight of you only intensifies my thirst!

Random Xpressions

[general-kalani]

"You, uh.. Have a small lightning storm happen or some shit?" He's not really approaching, but he's not really leaving, either.

Still no answer...

He's waiting for Vincent to even fucking twitch so he has a reason to strike him down again.

[streetkid-named-desire]

A Streetkid Named Desire - Chapter 1: Wages of Sin

Our story starts in a hyper-capitalist hellscape named Night City, where lived two souls inside two mortal bodies. They were destined to be together in any universe but this one. Fate had spent twenty-seven years weaving their threads apart. When she lost track and they got too close, she relentlessly plucked her mistakes apart, stitch by stitch.

But is Fate herself not woven from the same fabric? It is surely a tasking job ensuring the many planes of existence are running smoothly. Threads fray, fabric thins and tears. If matter is neither created nor destroyed, and if Fate weaves the matter of our existence, then she too can fray and tear.

Night City was a particularly difficult fabric to work with. And Night City in this universe? Fate could hardly keep up.

Do try to keep up.

He didn't know if he'd ever feel close enough, or if he'd ever know her. He felt that the only way this need for her could be satisfied was on an atomic level in the vacuum of space. He wanted to create an astronomical anomaly with her the likes of which any universe had never seen. Something that would finally satisfy and quiet the black hole. He wanted to consume her as she consumed him.

[oldcountrybear1955]

Sight Management Studio - Portfolio - Vincent Giovannoni

[scalpelandrose]

Childhood Memories: A New Friend for the Holidays

🌹: Takes place 14-15 years ago during the Christmas season, when (8 y/o) Michelle’s adoptive father took her to get her first toy: Vladislav the Bat. The plush is an important piece of a few good childhood memories she had & she eventually passes it down to her children, often bringing it to life in the dream realm for them to play with.

[on the charming cobblestone streets of Vestaria, lined by gaslit lamps adorned with festive wreaths, an investigator and his ward are window-shopping. They notice an eclectic toy emporium and stop outside of it.]

Vincent: If you see something you like, feel free to run up to it or tug me along, ok?

Michelle (8 y/o): ….

Vincent: Is something the matter?

Michelle: ….

Vincent: (kneels down to her height and pats her head) Listen little one, I want you to know that I won’t punish you for expressing your feelings. I know that you’ve been poring over the children’s catalogue these past few months and I’ve got the beris to get you a toy. Regardless what you’ve been told, you have every right to feel emotions and enjoy as much of your childhood as you can.

Michelle: (quietly whispers)…Is it really ok for me to have something, though?

Vincent: (his heart feels like it dropped into his stomach out of pity, but his tone remains gentle and mellow) Of course. It’s only appropriate for you to have something special for Christmas. Well, traditionally, I’d surprise you as your guardian, but I thought your first gift should be something you chose—something that you can call your own.

Michelle: (ponders over the idea & the obvious thought Vincent put in before taking her on this outing) That’s very nice of you to let me decide for myself.

Vincent: Heh, that’s just basic decency, little one. If someone ever tries to make you feel like you don’t have a choice, bop them in the gut. (he mimics a right hook & tries to contain himself from gushing from seeing her stare at him intently with a comical sparkle beside her unbothered eyes) If you want to thank me, you can make me some gardenia blossom tea when we get home. But come, Vestaria has the best toymakers in the North Blue and I know you’ll find something. You always had a knack for finding things, after all.

[they enter the toy emporium. The shopkeeper greets them and explains the shop layout and their wares, before letting the two explore.]

Michelle: (after browsing, she notices something in a last chance bin sitting in the back of the shop. She lets go of Vincent’s hand and walks towards it. A little black bat plush with a light blue tummy and inner ears stares back at her good-naturedly. A bit of stuffing peeks out of it’s chest with it’s little toy heart hanging out pitifully. Plus, the thread holding one of its wings seems to be fraying, but for some reason, it’s whimsical smile despite being in its’ current state piqued her fancy. It was like it was asking for someone to give it a chance at friendship and she felt an odd desire to know what it would say to her if she brought it into her Dreamscape.)

Vincent: (notices how she carefully takes the bat out of the bin and tenderly strokes it’s head. When she comes back to him, he doesn’t question why she chose it. If it makes her happy, he was fine with that) Found what you were looking for?

Michelle: Mmhm.

[they head to the clerk station in the front]

Shopkeeper: Are you sure you want that one? It’s a little torn at the chest. We were actually thinking of sending it…(euphemizing & looks to Vincent) to the land of broken toys later today.

Michelle: (shyly) No thank you. He’s perfect. (looks at shopkeeper with a little shimmer in her round brown eyes with the bat plush already dearly held to her chest) I can learn how to stitch Vladislav up and then he can join Vincent and me for tea.

Vincent: Precisely so. Nothing like a little sewing or embroidery lesson can’t fix. If I am right…I deduce Vladislav would enjoy saguaro blossom and berry tea. (finds it cute that she already decided on a name for the bat based on a vampire book she read. He makes note to find his grandmother’s sewing kit he has somewhere in his office.)

Michelle: (giggles a bit and nods)

Vincent: Right. That smile there tells me we’re all set then! (he comically slides the shopkeeper the money, as if doing a discreetly serious spy trade-off.) Keep the change.

[the shopkeeper thanks them & found that within the payment, there was a note and advance deposit to reserve a certain rare music box from their shop under Vincent’s name. They wonder at the eccentricities of the local investigator and the child that accompanies him, but they shake their head to pry no further. It’s going to be Christmas, after all.]

Michelle: (crossing the street with Vincent, while still holding her new bat plush protectively) Do you think it’ll help if Erebus was with him during his heart and wing treatment?

Vincent: (smiles at her) I don’t see why not. I’m sure they’ll both find a lot in common being darkly winged creatures that are adored by you.

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🌹Tagging: @jazminetoad

[alien-ally]

guess what that is~

[vendettavalor]

@tacticalvalor said: you really don't know your effect on people, do you? -> vin and star

⚔️ "Oops, I Have a Crush On You" Prompts // CLOSED ⚔️

"Sure I do. Horror, bewilderment, fear," the mutant prattles on, waving about their four arms from dramatic effect, turning in a circle to highlight everything about her that is so different. The cybernetics that weave down the skin of her arms in thickening lines as they move across the muscles of her back and to her spine. Twin tails with splitting ends that fade between various patterns. The click of mechanics accompanying the twist of flesh - wires and servos that hold together the crumbling amalgamation of her more organic being. She's a mess, and she knows it.

She's a monster, and she knows it.

Vincent sighs and shakes his head, seeing right through her facade. Her attempt at snark and humor she uses to mask the fact that she is so deeply insecure with her very existence that she cannot fathom the thought of ever having anything positive associated with herself. She still tries to shrug off when he tells her he loves her. Says he'll grow out of it, she's just a fetish he's exploring, she'll lose her charm and he'll realize how strange and terrifying she is eventually. But he's certain she's not a fleeting interest. This he knows - because his heart twists every time she downplays his affections.

"That's not what I mean and you know it..." He reaffirms, standing up. He looks at xem. His... he doesn't quite know what to call their relationship, frankly. Is it even a relationship? Friends with benefits? Hookup? Partner? No, not partners - but God would he like to be. He's loved xem for so long...

"I know," Star's mask falls for a moment. She looks over her shoulder back at him and for a moment, he feels as though they're back in that compound, looking at her through the plexiglass. Helpless, lost, and hopeless - begging for mercy from a God she's not even sure exists. Or at least for him to do something to stop the experiments, the torture. His breath catches in his chest and he blinks. No. They're not there anymore. But with the scars they have, they'll carry that time with them everywhere, forever. "...You're a dumbass for thinking that way."

"That's okay." He chuckles, coming to stand beside her. He has to crane his head up to look at her, eyes soft with warmth and hot with determination. "I'll be a dumbass for you. Even if it costs me my life."

Heh. Cheesy motherfucker, she thinks. Then she looks away from him again, tails swishing idly behind her.

"I'm trying to avoid that..."