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•☆Vincent Valentine☆•

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"...it can't be escaped."

Little sketch for my fic "A Birthday for Nanaki."

[Image Description: A colored digital sketch of Nanaki and Vincent. Nanaki is sitting on his haunches, eye closed in resignation as Vincent places a paper crown atop his head. /end ID]

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if vampires can't come inside without permission does that mean that you can just keep riding that thang and they can't um . yknow

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Materia - Be quiet, Chaos

Day 3 of @vincentvalentineweek (Materia/Trauma/Protection)

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Happy Birthday Noctis, I decided to draw you looking extra cunty this year

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Zack: My kink is doing stupid shit and watching Gen speed-run the five stages of grief as he realises that he still wants to fuck me.

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study

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Happy Eternal Birthday Vincent!!

Day 1: SURPRIIISE (and celebrate !)

Always here to make an illustration for the Bday Boy and when I saw that @vincentvalentineweek was doing an event on it I thought it was an opportunity to participate! So excited to see other entries!

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I will not be participating (I have to work on Sephesis Week stuff) but for the winter/holiday prompts: Strifentine and #15!

thank you for the ask(you are excused from my inbox vengeance this time)!! 🖤

15. "You clean up well."

[WARNING: MILD BODY HORROR]

He wished he was uglier.

The hide stretched over this monstrous thing should be rough, haggard, cracked and mottled with age and rot. The outside should be a warning for what was inside.

He shouldn't have a young man's face. He shouldn't have smooth, milky skin and elegantly proportioned features. Black brows. Bright eyes shaded by crow's wing eyelashes. A straight nose with a high bridge. Ruddy, pouting lips. Perfect teeth.

Staring at his face in the mirror failed to produce any change, of course. He had long learned that hating himself wouldn't make him ugly. No matter how hard he tried. And he had tried.

He could count the number of times he'd clawed half his face off, shredded bloody skin and muscle, down to the white bone. He didn't do that anymore, because feeling it grow back was a horror that far outweighed the catharsis of self-destruction.

Regenerating flesh at the rate he did, feels like having thousands of tiny things crawling around under your skin, prickling and itching, with no way to scratch, except to tear it all off again, which would only make it worse.

And after all of that, there's this pristine face, still staring back at you from the mirror, a smug reminder that this is forever. You'll never change. Never look any different to how you do right now.

No matter how old you are. No matter how twisted and hideous and rotten the core, the skin of this apple will be fresh and beautiful. A mockery of the misery of your existence. Forever.

Just then, the bathroom door creaked open and Cloud stepped in. A rare smile crinkled the corners of the sea-blue eyes, as he reached up to straighten Vincent's tie. "Wow. You clean up well, don't you."

Vincent shifted uneasily, tugging at the hem of the trim-fitting waistcoat. "You think so? I feel stupid, dressed like this."

"You don't look stupid. You look beautiful." Cloud hung his arms around his neck and drew him down into a kiss. "Come on, let's go. I want to show off my hot boyfriend and make all the girls jealous."

Vincent smiled to himself, as he was pulled by his hand out the door. Alright. Maybe being generally symmetrical and aesthetically appealing wasn't all bad.

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Karl Heisenberg, 10.2024

Posting this for the last time. If this doesn't show up in tags I give up. Reblog, if you're so kind 🩷

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Hi, it's me again, random tid bit anon! I had this lil itch for something related to Chaos to happen, and this is actually my first time writing for him. Which will definitely show. But as my muse of the night, he lives up to his name, and I'm lost. Like sweetie- pls I'm trying, and I'm mostly good with fluff! Anyways, here we go! Chaos deciding to pay a vist, though his timing ain't great - oh well...

I tried my best to stick with your idea of chaos I've seen written. Hopefully, I got it, right?

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The grumbling directed at the sudden shifting of the man beneath you is cut off by an all too familiar human yet very inhumane chuckle, which means one thing.

Chaos. Not the word used to describe particular situations, but the Demon. Literally.

This definitely isn't good in most situations with Vincent - a man prided on his iron tight vice grip of control honned through the decades, but you're both nowhere near any civilization. Just a simple old family cabin you used to use occasionally to get the hell away from everyone and everything, stress inducing idiots most of all. The key difference is that this is technically his first time here in the cabin, so with Chaos up front in the driver's seat, so to speak, things are a bit different. Blinking tiredly for a brief moment you raise your head from Vincent's shoulder to better confirm the situation at hand, and much to your dismay however, Chaos is staring down at you with his unnaturally bright yellow eyes. You can be grateful for one thing 'atleast we're not stranded on a mission in the rain, with vincent injured and out like a light.' You muse tilting your head as Chaos rumbles at you. 'Well...he's definitely out, but not injured so relatively safe.' You think to yourself, staring back at the Demon

Huffing out a breath of air between your lips, you decide to do something different, very different - something Vincent would likely give you a fair scolding over if he ever found out. Currently, you can't bring yourself to care. You're sleepy, and your cuddles have been disturbed by a demon. A literal one you've dealt with before, yes, but still. You can't help but briefly wonder if this is the same sort of irritation your partner felt all those years ago when Cloud, Cait Sith and the rest of your party disturbed his sleep , which if it was- you'd definitely be giving him wordless apologies when he was back in control, because now you new and you hated it.

Leaning towards him, you carefully nuzzle under Chaos's jaw - which is techically Vincent's as the entity temporarily possesses his body, humming lowly as you do so. The action seems to briefly confuse the demon before a bark of laughter erupts from him, which still gives chills. Purring as he pulled you closer "well aren't you a strange one sweetness" Chaos spoke, 'oh how ironic' you think humorously as you once again did something different and nipped at his throat, carefully atleast while it is Chaos whos out it was still Vincent's body and you'd rather nit hurt the man you love, even if he's unaware.

Remembering Chaos had all, but demanded a kiss the last time you met him you prop up, care to avoid hurting Vincent, to give him one again without him demanding one this time, now grinning his inhumane grin, which still looks entirely wrong on your beloved partners pale face when he realizes what your next action is. The grin still makes you internally grimace 'that cannot feel good for Vincent when he wakes and has control' you think to yourself as you kiss the demon, his purring growing all the louder after a few moments you break away with a sharp breath, laying back down afterwards closing your eyes as you sigh laying your head down, carefully tucked under Vincent's jaw partially laying on top his chest with an arm slung over his left side "you woke me up." The complaint, tragically for you, goes unheard as the demon continues to purr seeming to enjoy the bout of random - whatever it is that's taken over your usual judgment and drop kicked it gods knows where at the moment.

You just wanted a cuddle with your partner and some sleep. Now you've gotten yourself a cuddle and disturbed sleep now accompanied by a demon who's now in a far more pleasant enough mood. Adjusting Vincent's body to be somewhat more comfortable for you and him "Fine" Chaos drawls out his reply as he brings a hand up to rub at the back of your neck, where some tension, unnoticed by you, of course, was held. The ministrations definitely work as you feel far more relaxed, "Sly devil" your word came out slightly slurred as sleep threatened to claim you again aided by the demons actions and his loud yet comforting purring. Soon another inhumane chuckle is the last thing you hear before sleep finally takes you, the only thing you can hope for is that Chaos decides he likes cuddling you more than living up to his name while you and Vincent are down for the count.

So much for your proposed getaway from everyone else.

Tumblr didn’t notify me of this 😭😭 but I love it, it’s so cute. I love how Chaos wanted to play but immediately relented once she said she was sleepy. He’s down so bad it’s adorable 🥰🥰

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Guess who overslept for his birthday yesterday!! So I doodled him a little something and gave him a cupcake (I definitely wasn't late to drawing this, lol)

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but if I don't get weird and horny about this then who will

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Do you think Vincent would pop a boner at seeing his beloved wearing thigh highs and a mini skirt? She wanted to look cute but her legs were cold so they threw on the thigh highs not realizing the effect they have on Vincent? :3

Maybe Yuffie could handle going with mostly bare legs in those shorts of hers, but as soon as you step outside in your cute, tiny little skirt? Oh no, no way, too cold! Back inside you go for something else to add on so the winter chill doesn't freeze your legs off.

You leave the door open in your rush to cover your poor legs, so it's no surprise that Vincent would choose to step inside when he shows up to meet you, concerned something might be wrong. No one could blame him for that, nor for approaching your bedroom when he hears things thumping about alongside your grumbles. How could he possibly know what awaited him, after all? Maybe you were in trouble and required aid.

He's definitely not expecting to push the door open from a bare crack to find... well, your almost bare ass in plain view, bent over as you finally get the other stocking untangled from a pair of sheer hose and start pulling it on. You might be halfway upside down, but that doesn't make Vincent any less recognizable, nor the blush overtaking his face less obvious.

"Oh, hey, there you are! Tifa helped me pick out this skirt back in Costa del Sol, and I finally felt like wearing it, but - it's so cold today! I forgot to put some socks on. Help me out real quick?"

He looks like he's forgotten how to talk, and you certainly don't plan on helping him remember right now. Instead, you just give your hips a teasing wiggle and watch that blush grow brighter. Oh, teasing him is so fun when he tries so hard not to be inappropriate even in private, adorably old-fashioned. It's even more fun when the veneer finally cracks and he starts walking over to place his hand lightly on your lower back.

"I would be remiss if I did not assist you," he murmurs, the heat in his voice too obvious to miss. Just as clear is the slow slide of his hand downward - and then the firm grasp of his hand on your ass that gets you to gasp at the initial squeeze before laughing.

"Come on then, my outfit won't fix itself!"

You both know he's going to make it far more of a mess before actually fixing it. But that's what makes the game fun.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY VINCENT VALENTINE

"Crowmaster"