#mia and me vincent

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

SPEEDPAINT I would appreciate it a lot if you guys watch the video and leave a comment telling me how it was. Thanks 💚

[pupsandartwork]

Mia and me Vincent as an elf

In my story Vincent will periodically join Mia he is a sky elf

his bird form is a swan

he has a butterfly Barrette that matches Mia’s

I chose swan because I wanted a big bird and searched for birds that are found in Italy

I always felt bad that he never got to go to Centopia and it would help explain how Mia figured out that if Sara also said the oracle she could go to Centopia

since Vincent is a nerd the symbols on his outfit is the usb symbol

[homicidal-slvt]

Damn girl you're the literal embodiment of an acid trip. Wanna smash?

[yumomia]

mia and me characters if they had twitter

[paulkariyas]

↪ 01/03/2023 ― Can’t leave Troch hanging like that . . .

[evrensadwrn]

I wish I have something coherent to say about ArcherSerenade or RadioAdmirer, but no, there's only brainrot that I can't put into words.

how it feels being hyperfixated on ships that barely have any content of them made other than your own shitposts and like two fics max

[victoriademedici]

☕️?

I really like the royal names Victoria (not just saying this bc she’s my favorite lol), Madeleine, Catherine (not Kate though), Vincent, Mary, Ingrid, Astrid, Leonor(e), Mia, Lyla, Alice, Josephine (it’s grown on me a lot, I used to not really like it), and Athena

[hildegardladyofbones]

i DO NOT care if you don't care about girly stuff, i DO NOT care if you don't even know about mia and me, GO LISTEN TO THE OPENING SONG RIGHT FUCKING NOW and LOOK ME IN THE FACE AND SAY IT ISN'T A BANGER. I FUCKING DARE YOU.

[bbygyal123]

no please don't kill me mr ghostface, i wanna be in the sequel !!

i wanted to do a lil couple's costume including some of my all-time fav costumes that i'd do with my bf, hence our simselfs so enjoy !! ♡

scream -

casey becker - hair top jeans ghostface - costume

playboy -

bunny - hair costume shoes hugh hefner - costume (get famous)

pulp fiction -

mia - hair shirt bottoms nosebleed vincent - suit

scarface -

elvira - hair dress shoes tony - suit

cc creds : @sentate @serenity-cc @nitropanic-ts4 @dogsill @sehablasimlish & more

[aurorangen]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

Thank you for tagging me @matchalovertrait @mdshh @duusheen (and anyone else I might have missed, I'm so late to answer!) I'm doing it for Vincent, he's just interesting to talk about! It's a long one:

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Vincent has a fear of crowded places, how people could be watching or spying on him. What do they want? Why are they doing this? Who is behind it? Anyone could be doing it, but he knows it's from his past (unless something new has developed). Remember he has been spied on before, by someone from Strangerville. Now he doesn't know and we don't know if his Dad's disappearance and Strangerville are all linked, but you can probably guess. Also a fear of going into the operating room and surgery.

Do they have any pet peeves? When people are late. He hates it.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? His briefcase, his favourite cologne, iPad

What do they notice first in a person? Facial expressions, eye contact and body language: how they compose themselves.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? He has high pain tolerance physically/emotionally so 8.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? In the past, it would be flight. But now that he is older it's always fight. In court, he can be under a lot of pressure, but he is always prepared to fight and win!

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? From his mum's side, he has a big extended family, from Evergreen Harbour and Henford on Bagley! Growing up he has always wanted siblings. He loves having Isaac as a brother and they spend so much time together now! But his childhood was so lonely at home, while his mum was working and his dad always MIA before his disappearance. Vincent always went over to Billy's house to hang out with Charlie! Billy and Josh have always been his father figures, unlike his own. Now with kids, he'll do the best he can to provide a childhood full of love!

What animal represents them best? Vincent is obviously a lion and Isaac is an eagle. You know in an ecosystem there are food chains where predators catch prey. Well, they are Kingsleys, so they're the top of the "hierarchy". Think of it like they're going into enemy territory (investigating their dad or other cases) and they are bringing them down. But their dad is also a Kingsley...

What is a smell that they dislike? Any sort of laboratory setting chemical smell idk...I'm not saying anymore

Have they broken any bones? Nope

How would a stranger likely describe them? Secretive first. But that goes away to easy-going, amicable, reliable

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Both actually

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Hmm Vincent is a bit of a foodie and appreciates good food, he likes a lot of stuff really. Something he hates? Mint ice cream lol

Do they have any hobbies? Cooking (I've not explored it though)

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He's all good with surprise birthday parties! Vincent would be full of gratitude to the people who took the time and effort to arrange it. He'll make sure everyone enjoys their time and divert himself from being the centre of attention haha

Do they like to wear jewelry? Ooh he likes fancy watches

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Surprisingly quite messy. He likes typing stuff lmao

What are two emotions they feel the most? Pride, determination

Do they have a favorite fabric? As long as it's comfortable

What kind of accent do they have? British accent duh

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

OMG me posting an unfinished sketch?? What could it mean??

Have a ¨What if...¨ Vincent went to Centopia because he deserved it. It also helped me realize that there is a problem with M&M boy's designs...

Also having to choose a good Art Deco pattern design... AND BIG ELF EARS BECAUSE YESSS (but I will accommodate them later). Maybe the colors are not the best but is mostly because I like more tone-down colors than too bright.

For @dragonsgirl572 and @thesilentclown7

Have any ideas to improve this design??

[aquagirl1978]

Could I ask for Theo from Ikemen Vampire with “melody” if that’s okay?

-🤺

Of course - it's more than okay 🤺anon!

theo x reader | prompt: melody | word count: 838 | tags: fluff, theo pov

The sky had already darkened by the time I returned to the mansion. It was a long, hard day spent preparing for an upcoming gallery show, and all I wanted to do was find you and relax for the remainder of the evening.

I walked towards the parlor, hoping to find you or someone who knew your whereabouts, when I heard a familiar tune being played on the piano. Naturally, I had assumed it was Leonardo playing, and was surprised to run into him in the hallway.

“If you’re out here, who’s in there playing?” I asked.

Leonardo let out a hearty laugh. “That’s cara mia. She asked me to teach her how to play. It’s funny, though,…” he added, “she only wanted to learn how to play this one piece.”

Of course, I thought to myself, though I’d never admit to Leonardo the meaning behind this particular piece.

Leonardo shrugged as he searched his pockets for a cigarillo. “Oh well, I ‘spose it holds some significance to cara mia. Maybe it’s from one of those…what does she call them…moving pictures?” He lit the cigarillo in his mouth and took a long drag; the sweet smell of tobacco that I had long since equated with the genius himself soon filled the hallway. 

“Hurry, she’s almost done playing. It’s something you don’t want to miss.” Leonardo turned and waved, cigarillo in hand, a cloud of smoke billowing behind as he walked away.

I tilted my head towards the parlor, the music stirring strong memories.

It was an unseasonably warm evening, not too long after you made the decision to stay with me. After a quiet dinner out at your favorite restaurant, we decided to skip the carriage and walk home, hand in hand.

On our way, we heard music coming from an open window; you stopped me as soon as you heard it.

You had turned to me and said with a smile, “They’re playing our song. Can we stay here for a minute and listen to it?”

You knew even then that I could never say no to you.

I took you in my arms, your back resting against my chest, as we stood soaking in the sweet melodies. As the tempo of the music slowed, I pulled you closer to me, and rested my head against yours. 

I was so unbelievably happy at that moment, so happy that you had entered my life, so happy that you decided to stay by my side, that I completely lost track of time. I think you did, too. 

Reluctant to let go, I eventually withdrew my arms from your waist. I took your hand in mine, and tugged you close to me. 

“I love you,” I whispered as I brushed a kiss against your lips. I could feel your smile as you kissed me back.

“I love you, too,” you whispered to me. 

Many years have passed since that day – the memory of it likely dulled for you over time, the edges of it fading over time. But for me, that memory was still sharp and sweet, like it only happened yesterday.

I didn’t want to disturb you – at least not yet – so I stood by the doorway, quietly watching you play. Leonardo taught you well; to me, you played better than Mozart. 

When you were close to the end, I pushed away from the wall and made my way to the piano. When I drew near, you tilted your face ever so slightly, spoiling my surprise. 

My body sank onto the bench next to you; with my back to the piano, I turned my head and watched your fingers dance across the black and white keys.

I was enthralled watching you play, much like I am when I have watched Vincent paint. To witness someone create something so exquisite with just their hands was a true pleasure. 

It wasn't until you stopped playing that I realized I had been holding my breath. You cleared your throat, breaking me of my reverie.

My gaze shifted to you; in that moment, after having poured your all into playing, you looked positively radiant and rendered me speechless.

“Do you remember what you said the first time we heard this piece together?”

I smiled and felt my face warm; I’d never forget that day. “Of course I remember,” I replied, cupping your cheek in my palm. “We were walking the streets of Paris, hand in hand. We passed a theatre and heard this very song playing. It must have been the third time we had heard it play during our not so many dates. I said this must be our song now. And I told you I loved you…”

You nodded and pressed a kiss on my hand. 

“Just as I have done every time I hear this song.”

I leaned closer to you, my hand moving, cradling the back of your head as I guided your lips to meet mine. 

“I love you, hondje,” I whispered before kissing you. “I love you.”

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[yumomia]

me single handedly fixing vincent’s character assassination:

[euphoriaslux]

hello!

hi everyone, so sorry i have been mia this month your girl had a wee bit of a depressive episode but you know what we're BACK! I'm going to get back to writing daily so i can feed you guys and stop focusing so much on perfection because ultimately i am writing smut about fictional characters who do not know who i am, why do i care so much!!

anywho, here's a little snippet of my part two for "two's a party" that will hopefully come out very soon :) this is mainly angst but there are three separate smut scenes in the whole fic because I'm sick in the mind. my vincent fic will also hopefully come out soon, i have had such trouble writing him for some reason so i think i need to rewatch aoaf and get an idea of his characterization again... ANYWAY enjoy this snippet and let me know if u guys have any requests :p

The sun has set, and you find yourself standing outside of the tennis courts. You passed by gaggles of students on their way to parties and bars, wearing tight clothes and big smiles with the scent of cheap liquor stuck them like a cloud. Hearing the sound of tennis balls clanging against the metal gate, you open the door to the courts ever so slightly, peering in to see Art grabbing neon green balls from a bucket before slamming them with his racket, making you cringe at the harsh smack it makes when it comes in contact with the wall. 

There’s no one else in the courts, likely because it’s nearly sunset on a Friday.  You try and close the door quietly behind you but it makes a loud sound as it goes back to its original position, and you shake your head slightly as Art turns around, meeting your eyes. He’s wearing a Stanford Tennis sweatshirt, with his blond locks peeking out from the black cap that’s backwards on his head. He stands, staring at you for a few moments before he puts his racket on the floor, walking towards you. Your heart starts thumping in your chest, so fast that you’re scared he’ll be able to hear it through your ribcage. 

“Hi,” you smile, hoping your nerves don’t show. You hug your arms as a particularly strong wind chill passes through, feeling the goosebumps start to form. 

“Hi,” he parrots you, slightly breathless. 

“You haven’t been to class lately, just wondering if you’re alive.”

“That’s a good excuse to stalk me,” he grins, and you feel your shoulders drop at the sight. 

“Good to see your confidence hasn’t taken a hit,” you say as he takes some tennis balls from the pocket of his sweatshirt and tosses them into the bucket before taking a few steps closer to you. 

“Nope,” he says, his mouth popping at the p. 

“I think that may be impossible.”

“What gave you such an impenetrable ego, Art?” you cock your head and he shrugs, smiling as he puts his hands on his hips.

“Don’t know, maybe being great at hitting a ball with a racket your whole life does something to your brain chemistry. The jury’s still out on if it’s a good thing,” 

You hum, stifling a laugh. The two of you stand quietly for a few moments before you talk.

“Last weekend, if I did something wrong-”

“No, you didn’t do anything,” Art cuts you off, sighing at the topic. “Patrick and I-”

“We got into a stupid fight. It doesn’t matter.”

You play with the skin around your nails. 

“That makes me feel like it was my fault.” You take a deep breath before talking again.

“What you and Patrick have, how you know each other. How you’ve grown together, and play together. I would feel awful if I played any part in messing that up.”

Art scoffs. “No need to be melodramatic, we’re not fucking dating or anything.”

You nod, unsure of what to say. 

“I saw he has a match this weekend…” you prompt, and Art nods.

“Are you gonna go?,” you ask gently. Art says nothing, and you decide not to press him. 

“Okay, well I’m going to go,” you adjust the strap of your backpack. 

“Let me know if you change your mind.”

Art looks you up and down before he takes off his hat and then brings his sweatshirt over his neck, tossing the sweatshirt into your chest as he puts his hat back on. 

“Don’t want you getting cold.”

“It’s fine, Art-”

“You’ll give it back to me next time.”

Feeling the fabric between your fingers, a grin crosses your face at his words.

"Alright, next time.''

Art watches as you walked out of the tennis courts, leaving him alone in the quiet noise of the sunset. He’s forced to remember that morning with Patrick.

 

It was a couple of minutes before seven, the sunlight just starting to creep through the blinds of the hotel window. You’d just shuffled out of the room a couple hours ago, your shoes in your hands and your shirt on backwards. Art was laid across the two twin beds that they pushed together, his hand on his stomach as he watched Patrick grab his shirt, pulling it on and buttoning the bottom three buttons. 

“Can’t find my pants,” Patrick muttered as he stopped his movement, his eyes scanning the room. Art snickered from his position on the bed. 

“They’re on the chair,” Patrick turned at Art’s voice, grinning as he walked across the room to find his jeans perched on the wooden chair. He could feel Art’s eyes on him as he tugged his pants above his thighs, zipping his jeans and leaving a sliver of his boxers visible. 

This continues for a while - Patrick haphazardly packing and stressing about his tennis game tomorrow as Art falls in and out of sleep, slightly jolting when Patrick closes a drawer particularly hard or trips over a piece of clothing on the floor. Art was almost asleep again when he heard Patrick’s voice, muffled by the bathroom door. 

“Can I use your razor?”

 Before he could think, Art yelled back “I have a new one in my backpack, just use that.”

Patrick’s movement stills for a moment before he pops his head out of the bathroom door, his hand raised with the razor and a slight furrow in his brows. 

“I can’t use yours?” he asks, and Art doesn’t like the guilt that the question causes him, and doesn’t know why the ask makes his mouth dry. 

“Just use the new one. You won’t get my hair on you.”

“No sweat,” Patrick moves to go back to the bathroom but is cut off by Art.

“Use the new one, Patrick.”

“Jesus Christ Art, I just need to use your damn razor,” Patrick’s smiling, but his voice is a little sharper, a twinge of hurt playing on his tongue. 

“Fine, use it. I don’t care,” Art sighs as he rises from the pillow to sit up, pinching the place between his eyes.”

“My dick was in your mouth last night, in case you forgot.”

Patrick rests against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest, Art stares at Patrick for a few moments, feeling the skin on his face get warm. Of course he remembers last night, but hearing it out loud makes him feel a weird mix of rage and embarrassment. Art stands up and moves towards the dresser, grabs his clothes, and starts to put them on. 

“Dude, is it so insulting to think you wanted to fuck me?” Patrick says through a laugh, watching Art intently. 

Art pulls his arms through the sleeves of his sweater, staring at his brunette counterpart as he stuffs his wallet into his pocket. 

“Patrick. Don’t think I did anything last night that wasn’t just to fuck her, alright?” Art gives a tight-lipped smile as he grabs his keys. He tries to move towards the door but Patrick is faster, cutting him off as he blocks the door. 

“C’mon Art,” he playfully taps his chest. 

“It’s just me. You can be honest.”

The soft tone Patrick uses, the implications, the stuffiness of the room and the sight of Patrick’s slightly tousled hair infuriates Art. 

“What the fuck did you think was gonna happen today, Patrick? I mean, what, we were gonna walk out of here holding hands, drinking a milkshake with one straw or something?” Art chuckles dryly, seeing the change in Patrick’s face as he realizes what he’s saying. He knows he’s being mean, but he doesn’t know why. He’s too far gone, now. 

“I don’t want to be with someone like you, and I thought you knew that.”

Art’s words stick in the air as Patrick chews on his lower lip, slightly nodding. 

'“Good luck tomorrow,” Art pats Patrick’s shoulder as he pushes past him to open the door, but Patrick grabs his wrist right after the key clicks open. 

“You know, you have so much going on in your head,” Patrick points his finger into Art’s face, any humor in his voice long gone. 

“That you let it rule your whole life. Well, I’m done letting you infect me with it. I won’t let you turn me into a pathetic coward too.”

Art slams the hotel room door so hard that a couple from across the hallway creaks their door open, asking if Patrick is okay. He doesn’t answer.

[serialkilluh1996]

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[evrensadwrn]

5 DILFS of the John Wick franchise who aren’t John Wick: very put together list by me and I’m definitely not writing this after getting up from like an hour nap

5.) Kirill - he may not be a father but Daniel Bernhardt is so he counts. I love how constantly stressed he looks in every scene and at this point we might aswell consider Iosef as his kid from how many grey hairs he has because of him💀 anyways, dilf bodyguard. Pros: strong, hot, actually a quick-thinker, cool. Cons: pushed a woman, will continue to push women.

4.) Viggo - what else do you want. Mob boss, actually does have a kid, probably the most coolest mafia boss I’ve ever seen. He’s the funniest guy ever and also I will romanticize his actions from hell to back. He’s also a shit father but let’s not talk about that🥰 (He literally put his son in danger) (He punched said son two times) (He ALSO grieved his son BEFORE he died). Pros: generally powerful socially, has networks and influence across New York, the only villain who knew John’s power. Cons: shit father, punches his own kid, still stupid enough to fight John in the rain without a weapon but at least he looked cool doing so.

3.) Harbinger - im sorry I find Clancy Brown hot that’s all there is to this. He’s enigmatic, he serves as a (kind of) father figure to Marquis if you really think about it. He’s also dressed in black always, and also he has a sick ass scar. John Wick Chapter 4 screenplay calls him a “behemoth of a man”. Michael Finch and Shay Hatten’s words not mine. Pros: actually chill, wiseful and mindful👍, the most respectful High Table emissary. Cons: high table emissary.

2.) Koji - Hirouyuki Sanada with a sword. He’s also a father of a very mean daughter which is funny cause he’s actually really chill (what is it with mean kids and their chill dads in this movie series??) anyways. He owns a cool ass hotel, he’s hot, I don’t think he has a wife (or a husband.) Pros: he’s super respectful and gracious!!! Also, really puts relationships above all things. Cons: he gets betrayed.

1.) Caine - now we have mean dad and chill daughter. Well, we don’t know exactly if Mia is chill yet but she kinda looks chill so. Anyways, Caine!! Ngl the cuntiest person in JW4 I don’t care if John Wick is there or Akira or Vincent, Caine is by far the coolest fucking guy in that movie and I will die on this hill. Pros: will fight for his family, funny, won’t kill certain types people. Cons: pissed off a friend’s daughter😨