#ft. vincent
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DON'T ASK DON'T TELL.
kirby had made a deal with andrew of all people, well aj as they knew him. it was a deal for him to keep a secret of theirs that they decided to blurt out without even thinking as they usually did but this one was a bit too big of a secret for them to just leave it in the hands of someone else to blab about.
shaking on the deal didn't help because kirby was always a man of their word and something like that they refused to break, call it morals? if they even had any left. andrew had promised to make their life a living hell if they didn't follow through with the deal by the next time they saw each other and though they were curious what he meant by that, they also didn't want to find out. surprisingly he hadn't followed through with that threat despite not having the item, however kirby knew it was also the faire at the time and there wasn't exactly an easy way for andrew to get on them about it without someone overhearing.
it wasn't cause they didn't want too, they hadn't had the time. until now. while they sat in a booth at the diner like they always were, they watched vincent from afar, watching him be distracted by louis flirting him which was honestly a little funny to them. it was being handed to them on a silver platter it felt like, they didn't have to come up with a distraction themselves and when vincent finally left from behind the counter with louis in tow they figured that was their chance.
kirby got up from the booth and headed in the direction of the bathroom, 'accidentally' bumping into vincent in the process. "shit sorry, didn't mean to run into you." they sounded genuine at least but they had other intentions in mind. both were distracted so it was easy to swipe his keys from his pocket and smiled at him, going to the bathroom like originally intended.
now locked inside the bathroom they searched the key ring for the one that resembled a house key and took it off, shoving that one in their pocket and held the ring in the hand now as they left to hopefully run into vincent again which as if on que was coming back towards them. kirby bumped into him again to slip it back into his pocket, grabbing onto his arm this time with a smirk. "we gotta stop running into each other like this."
they both chuckled and vincent went on his way, kirby going back to their booth to finish off their fries before putting some ration cards on the table to leave and head towards the soda shop. seeing that andrew was at work was good cause then they didn't have to track him down so they sat at a bar stool, waving him over to order a vanilla shake.
kirby waited for him to bring the shake over, pulling out a ration card and the key and put it underneath the card before sliding it over the counter towards him. "pleasure doing business with you." they told him with a wink and sipped at their shake, finishing it not long after and went on their way.
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thinkin' abt a little john wick conclave au where thomas lawrence is an aging assassin who keeps trying to retire but then is forcibly brought back for "one last hit" (first said to him half a dozen hits ago). lawrence is tired and depressed and he might be really good at his job (and that might be the only thing he's good at) but that Saddens him. because is his only purpose in life to be a Butcher?
not to mention he just recovered from prostate cancer and is now thinking a lot about the afterlife and god and sin etc etc. he's sure he's destined for hell no matter what he does now. is there even any point in changing?
one day he's in rome, surrounded by all these churches. and he enters one. he goes into a confession booth. every week, he confesses minor sins that turn into lovely but frivolous discussions with the anonymous priest, who lawrence can only identify through his gentle voice and bright, easily elicited laugh that reminds lawrence of morning birdsongs. over the weeks, this blossoms into a strange kind of friendship.
finally during a discussion about their favorite kinds of tea, lawrence interrupts the priest's recommendation of kahwah, which they had so often in their time in kabul, and was so delicious, and they just can't find anything close to what they had here, isn't that a shame, and i beg your pardon, what??
i kill people, lawrence repeats. all the time. i want to stop but i can't. i want to retire but they won't let me. i'm afraid being a murderer is how i spent most of my life, and i'm afraid it's how i'll spend the rest of my years, too. i'm the lowliest of sinners. i'm the evil that should be wiped clean from the earth. if god cast me down into the fires of hell for eternity, again and again, i would gladly welcome it.
and there is a heavy silence during which lawrence tenses, waiting for a horrified outburst or some rage.
but the priest says, with infinite compassion in his tone, you are still here on earth with us. and so god, in his mercy, has given you time to beg forgiveness and find redemption. make amends, however you can. take no more life, not for any reason. you say you want to stop. then stop. i believe you have good in your heart. you would not have come here if you did not.
thomas says, yes, yes i will, i swear on His name. i'm sorry for having wasted all your time these past weeks, i should not have done so.
and finally he says, goodbye. because there's no point in returning and attempting to continue this friendship, not when the priest must be so disgusted and would want nothing to do with lawrence any longer.
the priest says nothing in return and it hurts but lawrence knows he deserves it. he deserves far, far worse, and god, why can't he be punished now or just die and suffer eternal torment, and then, maybe, maybe, his soul could feel some bloody relief. but the priest said, make amends. can't make amends if you're dead.
so lawrence returns to his miserable apartment, to try and make amends, whatever that means. he decides to leave rome and begins to pack. he wanders the streets in a daze and gives all the euros he has on him to a beggar. on saturday, the day he would've gone to confession, he buys kahwah from a bemused shopkeeper.
he returns to find his next assignment on his kitchen counter in the form of a usb stick. he doesn't want to open it. but if he leaves it alone for too long, they'll send agents to track him down and he'll get an earful from aldo. better to open the assignment and fool them now. he'll disappear from rome right after.
lawrence plugs in the usb stick. there's a name he doesn't recognize. he clicks through the research on his next victim that ray had meticulously assembled. there is a video. he hits play. a voice starts speaking. and lawrence spills his hot cup of kahwah all over his keyboard and trousers but he doesn't care because fuck it all, he does know his victim after all.
it's the priest he sat next to week after week, chatting about the merits of herbal medicine and whether agatha christie or arthur conan doyle wrote better mystery novels and about the incompetence of world governments. it's the priest he just confessed to about his true nature, that he wasn't just some englishman adrift in rome, but a cold-blooded killer. it's the priest that heard this and offered him a way out, anyways.
it's vincent benitez.
the video continues, as benitez smiles and waves at a young child, his dark eyes luminescent and kind.
now he has a face and name to the voice, lawrence first thinks, in a daze. he’s even more beautiful than i imagined him to be.
his second thought: what the hell did benitez do to piss somebody off that badly that they want him dead?
#the answer: just being himself tbh#pt 2 ft. lawrence crashing out while he tries to protect vincent without killing more ppl#and starring vincent's nerves of titanium#imagine thomas lawrence to look more around the age ralph fiennes did in james bond#ok that's all i had the energy to type out for now#lawrenitez#thomas lawrence#vincent benitez#conclave#conclave au#assassin conclave au
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messy art of vincent valentine
#ft. more restricted color palette than i usually do#because i wasnt technically drawing it on a proper art program#ffvii#ff7#vincent valentine#final fantasy vii#final fantasy 7#digital art#fanart#art#frankenvampzapart
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plotted starter for @linewrk !
It would have been a LIE to think that going to Vegas didn't inspire a little anxiety for Jen. While it felt like a MASSIVE city, there was still the reality that her father could have been at any turn or corner. Perhaps she had studied a little too hard, looking up his photo almost nightly the week prior to be prepared if this anxiety in her head became a reality. What would she even say if she saw him? Nothing was planned, she couldn't get over the fact that they'd be sharing the same air in about eighteen or so years.
There was a comfort she felt as she stood between Andrew and Vincent, a feeling she hadn't really discovered until spending time with the two of them. Usually she had to be all the more alert, on edge if someone else approached, but now she had two seemingly watchful eyes around her.
WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE GIVEN FOR THAT YEARS AGO IN DEVIL'S KETTLE.
Still, her gaze danced around the showroom, expecting the UNEXPECTED as her mind usually did. This time it didn't seem like she had so falsely prepared, crystal blue eyes stayed with a lingered stare before she stopped dead in her tracks. The only thing to showcase that she had stopped walking with them was the fact her hand intertwined with Andy's tugged as he took a few steps forward.
Adam Carter, alive and well in the flesh. He looked more tired than the photos on the internet showed, had to be some form of editing by his wife or daughters. She couldn't help but think he looked STUPID behind the booth, dealing cards. Hating on a profession wasn't something she usually did, but it was the thing that she had blamed day in and day out for growing up alone; how on earth could she compare to fancy card shuffles and charming banter?
"FUCK-" finally a word uttered as she took a deep breath, her hand letting go of Andy's to nervously run through her hair. Eyes continued to stare, luckily the man a bit across the room was entertained by his work. Shocking he didn't feel the holes being burned by her gaze. "I'm pretty sure that's like my DAD over there. Yeah, shit-" another breath in.
"I kind of thought he wasn't like ACTUALLY real at this point."
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What i think david tennant characters would smell like
Campbell bain, freshly baked bread with a bit of vanilla. I am fully convinced
Alec Hardy, Axe deodorant... just... yeah
Crowley, mint or like some kind of planty stuff
The tenth doctor, he'd probably smell a bit like wet dog but not stinky. Okay this man runs all the time and is an alien he doesn't know deodorant.
Barty crouch jr, weed. No explanation needed
Peter Vincent, smoke cuz of all the candles and special effects this man has
Cale Erendreigh, hair gel and expensive perfume
Casanova, this dude has a perfume collection and just smells like whichever one he puts on (mostly fruity perfumes)
Simon Yates, cheap soap and cigarette smoke...
#david tennet#david tennant#FT#DT#campbell bain#TOTA#peter vincent#doctor who#tenth doctor#dr who#david#there she goes#barty crouch jr#cale erendreich#bad samaritan#simon yates#crowley#good omens#smell#scent
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So many Vincents!!!
#balan wonderworld#balan wonderworld oc#vincent bww#portfolio#there are so clues here and there if anyone can find them! :)#ft. soggy vincent#wonderworld positivity
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Apparently I cope by coming with crossovers that’s highly unrealistic but who the hell cares so may I present:
Bobby Nash cooking for Vincent Benitez (the pope! But he is very clear that he is just Vincent)
Vincent (the freaking pope!) liking Bobby’s food
Hot priest step aside, his new pen pal is now an even hotter priest (THE FREAKING POPE)
#bobby nash#vincent benitez#ft a baffled Buck an very exasperated Athena and a very jealous Thomas Lawrence#oh and very over stressed Ray and Aldo because they’ve lost their bosses in freaking LA#Chim and Hen are in a group chat with Maddie just live reporting the whole thing#I…am doing very well you see#conclave#911 abc
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closed starter for @vincentxcastro at frosty bliss
Aliye had the distinct misfortune of never being able to turn down a dare. When a friend had pushed her to take on the everything but the kitchen sink challenge at the local ice cream shop, it had been a given that she would at least attempt it. The giant mound of ice cream and toppings that had been delivered to her table was more than she could ever actually eat, but that hadn't stopped her from immediately starting to shovel the ice cream at a rapid pace, fully convincing herself that she could do it. By the time she was a quarter through the ice cream, her time on the clock was dwindling and her appetite was gone, meriting a groan as her stomach began twisting in knots. "Vincent. Vincent have you ever actually seen someone do this for real?" she asked, eyes lifting weakly towards the man that had taken a seat to keep her company as she took on the attempt to eat the giant sundae.
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❤️💙❤️💙
#ft. santa’s helper💙#barclay goodrow#vincent trocheck#jimmy vesey#artemi panarin#nyr#new york rangers#nhl#nhl players#hockeyblr#other
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status: closed
for: @scarletsxnss
their new home and community had taken a while for alicia to get used to. she knew that where they lived had caused quite a ruckus. people didn't agree with it but her daddy had explained it was where they belonged. that was why she had done her best to embrace it. it didn't help that after months of constant contact that she had come to crave it. no one looked at them strangely anymore and she didn't feel the same level of shame that she had before. there were still some things that she hadn't gotten used to. mostly how they were able to do whatever they wanted in public. she had witnessed quite a few other couples in random places.
that day he had taken her to one of the boutiques in town. it sold what most would call regular clothing as well as some lingerie. he had found quite a bit for her to try on. she had been nervous when he insisted on keeping the curtain open in the fitting room. it meant that anyone inside could see her. her face was flushing as she tried on more than a few different outfits. there were quite a few people inside and she knew that some had noticed what they were doing.
"daddy," she breathed as she began to tug the sweater up and off," can i please get it? it gets cold." it was the one item that she had picked out. her gaze went towards the mirror to see the collar that was wrapped around her slender neck. the fabric dropped as she felt him right behind her and leaned into him. a pout appeared as she realized that her nipples had hardened due to being exposed," and i know you let me wear yours but please?"
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all fandoms I'm in!
Phineas and Ferb
Adventure Time
My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic
LoliRock
Inanimate Insanity
Over the Hedge
Hamilton
Mother Goose Club
PB&J Otter
Yandere Simulator (I do not support the creator!)
Gravity Falls
Shrek
Monsters Vs. Aliens
The FT Squad's Adventures Series
The Magic School Bus (Childhood show)
Pokemon
Daniel Tiger
Violent Vincent
Let's Go Luna (semi active)
Doc McStuffins
#over the hedge#inanimate insanity#lolirock#adventure time#my little pony friendship is magic#hamilton musical#shrek#the ft squad's adventures series#violent vincent#let´s go luna#pb&j otter#pokemon#doc mcstuffins#yandere simulator
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who: kennedy & @vincexmatthews
where: the fun spot
when: season of love (feburary, 2025)
The sense of nostalgia was strong as Kennedy stepped into the Fun Spot. It normally wasn't the kind of place she'd spend her nights at, but she decided to step out of her comfort zone. And she couldn't resist the thrill of trying to win at an arcade game or maybe trying to take a lap while keeping steady on a pair of skates. She knew she'd be a little rusty in whatever she tried, so she glanced around slightly, her eyes catching a familiar face she could confide in. "I don't know if I want to jump into roller skating right away, think I have to build up to that. What were you thinking of doing first?"
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for @tumkink continued from here
Vincent wasn't listening, instead he was focused on the cigarette that he had just been enjoying between his lips now squished beneath the heel of Hero's shoe. Being called a child or ungrateful was nothing new to Vincent, hell he had begun to wear the title as if it was a badge of honor. His attention snapped to Hero the moment the women spoke. A meeting in six hours? That couldn't be right that meeting was a whole day away last he had checked. Not that it mattered really he was sure that Vi could cover for him, wouldn't be the first and certainly wouldn't be the last. "And what concern is it to you?" He questioned, stepping closer to the women who really had no right, in his opinion, to be speaking to him at this level. Sure Hero had bailed him out of a sticky situation or two as a favor to Violet with her knowledge of the law but that didn't mean that he owed her shit.
#◟misery loves company | ↳ vincent king / interactions◝#◟get a load of this monster he doesn't know how to communicate | ↳ vincent king ft. hero romano 001◝#◟ baby this high wont hold | ↳ vincent king & hero romano◝#◟you bled your soul into things you can't control | ↳ vincent king / mundane verse◝#◟willow speaks ↳ ooc / i am so sorry for the wait on this◝
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@scarletsxnss liked for a starter from here (2/3)
alicia didn't understand what was going on. she knew that he had been very busy the past few weeks. he had mentioned something about a move. she didn't understand why but she knew that it wasn't her place to question. it was something that he had made clear to her since everything had changed. she had seen something up on his lap top when he had, had her on his lap, cockwarming him. she knew that she wasn't supposed to be looking but she had seen some articles. apparently there was a program being tested for a new community. she hadn't been able to read everything but she realized that he had signed them up.
suddenly her childhood home was being packed up but she noticed how her old clothing was put in garbage bags. apparently they were destined for donation. the entire drive to their new home she had spent on her knees for her daddy. he had been constantly reassuring her that everything would be fine. she found herself standing on the front porch of their new home. everything had been moved in and was in the process of being unpacked. she had wanted to wander but knew better.
she glanced towards the door when she realized he had stepped outside," is-is this where we can be...together, daddy?"
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starter para: @princetwo
onde: passagem norte — caminho para a estufa dos presságios.
destiny drop.
Hyacinth gostava de ser útil, mas acima de tudo, de sentir-se no controle das coisas. A muda que carregava com minuciosidade em suas mãos unia, portanto, a sua necessidade de ter controle das coisas ao seu redor com o orgulho de ter sido encarregada de algo tão importante para a sua instituição quanto o cuidado de uma sacro cardo — e sozinha. Seus passos eram delicados como os de uma bailarina ao atravessar a passagem norte em direção à estufa. Tinha deixado a bolsa-caldeirão no quarto, entretanto, ainda carregava uma sacola de ombro com as tintas para que pudesse pintar mais tarde, depois que depositasse a muda em seu devido lugar e ficasse livre de suas responsabilidades pelo dia. Não soube dizer o que fez com que simplesmente não avistasse a presença do príncipe — talvez a queda d'água, refletida nas paredes como sombras dançantes, que sempre a fascinava; ou talvez o excesso de preocupação com a planta, que lhe distraía de focar em qualquer outra coisa. Fosse o que fosse, a sua desatenção trouxe consequências. Os corpos dos khajols colidiram no meio da passarela e a muda caiu de encontro ao chão, estraçalhando-se junto do coração sobressalteado de Hyacinth. ── Pela deusa! ── Exclamou. Se antes apresentava algum decoro perto de Vincent em respeito ao seu título, isso havia mudado quando os dois passaram a se conhecer melhor. Por essa razão, levantou os olhos para ele e começou a resmungar: ── Que merda, Vincent. Olha o que você fez! Era uma sacro cardo!
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so tired zzzzz working 6 days a week shouldn’t be allowed. zzzzzz
#you’ll hear more from me sooooooon I promise#I miss writing & maybe. potentially. may have a crack fic idea coming up.#ft. Isaac and Arthur and Theo and Vincent and maybe Dazai mmmmm
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