#vincent supremacy

[ashertickler]

In my head Vincent looks a lot like keshi. Like

The fashion and sense of style? Yeah Vincent can dress and he's very much an androgynous style kinda guy

Also the hair oh my gosh, so I see Vincent as mainly liking to have his hair down, but like keshi he styles it and ties it up especially if it compliments the fit

Jewellery? Jewellery. Yes.

Leather, denims, blacks and greys, muted tones, the occasional pop of colour, accessories galore, the tasteful shows of skin...

Just a very fashionable vampire prince.

(fashion student vincent pre turning??)

[tzuyuistrulyyours]

who’s your fav Sinclair?

(MINES BO🤪)

[chris-prank]

Wow Vincent is actually tiny I could put that man in my suitcase

Also Martin short King confirmed. I think we don't really get enough size variation when it comes to yandere characters. They're all usually freakishly tall which I guess I get cuz it makes them scarier. But I really like tha difference here! Support our short kings!

Yay justice for smaller yanderes! They can be scary and attractive too! 😤✊🏻

(Also Vincent was purposefully made small so he could be easily moved around by the reader 😏)

[courtforshort15]

The amount of f-bombs that flew out of their mouths just absolutely made my day

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[hanighul]

Here are all of Vincent’s tattoos for my band AU thingy!

He has the least tattoos, but that’s just because he’s super indecisive about the many, many he’d like to get (mood) XD

[loliithewiitch]

"What a man..." ❤️

[wantedscientist]

Boss is.crushing me onthe couch pleasegetoff of.me

[hotvintagepoll]

What are some screwball comedy pairings you wish had been a thing? Can definitely be gay ones :)

Okay finally!

One of the reasons I made this blog in the first place is that few things bring me as much blinding rage as imagining the movies we could have gotten, if old Hollywood had stopped being racist/homophobic/anti-everyone for ten fucking seconds. There were so many talented hotties working through our tournament era who only got cameo spots or no-budget movies! for no reason beyond white supremacy! there were so many stories that didn't get told because heaven forbid we acknowledge gay people! If this blog has a mission statement, a big chunk of it would be about highlighting all the amazing hotties who never got what they deserved in their heyday.

So! Let's tear Louis B. Mayer a new one and make some better movies.

Diamond Eyes (1946)

Harold Nicholas, the bored but fabulous son of a Manhattan millionaire, decides to take himself off on a transatlantic cruise to recover from the boredoms of socialites, constant martinis, and west side glamor. When working girl Rita Hayworth snags him into a fake dating scheme to throw off a jealous ex (Cesar Romero), he doesn't mean to fall in love with his false fiancé—or to set the ex up with his scheming accountant (Tyrone Power).

To the Tune of Millions (1945)

Ann Miller and Lena Horne are conwomen besties who use a fake dance act to get into casinos, which they then promptly rob. Unfortunately, an over-enthusiastic talent agent (Gene Kelly) sees the act and thinks they're legitimate, hiring them on the spot as the lead number in a newly opened but already failing musicale review. Who can they hustle at a theater that's barely bringing in a dime? The two ex-cons fall in love with show business, Kelly and Horne smooch at the grand finale, and Miller has an intense will-they-or-won't-they sparring relationship with the hot stage manager (Ethel Waters—and they will).

Untitled Three's-a-Crowd Film (1942)

Cary Grant, Jean Arthur, and Ronald Colman are running interference on a corrupt justice system while trying to keep up the act that they are all simply cohabitating in a shared AirBnB and definitely not falling in love with each other. Wait. This is actually The Talk of the Town. This movie actually exists and does veer this hard into polyamorous romance.

Tomatoes and Toast (1928)

Anna May Wong and Greta Garbo eat sandwiches for three hours. It's riveting.

One Soul, Two Bodies (1948)

Farley Granger and Vincent Price star as Alexander the Great and Hephaestion in this sword-and-sandals period piece. Though clearly made on a studio backlot with a budget of $3, the dashing romance grounds the chariot races and cardboard sword battle sequences.

Grand Central Station (1931)

Interconnected narratives of Josephine Baker, Joan Blondell, Dolores del Río, and Fredric March all vying for the last seat on the 5:45 train out to Poughkeepsie. When they realize they're jostling to sit next to the same sugar daddy who's been stringing all of them along, the four decide to unionize. Pre-code thrills; the four-in-a-bunk Pullman car scene remains notable for a reason.

I have more but I think I've gone a bit delirious.

[thatsmybook]

From @/wilmonism on twitter: "what i love the most about wilmon getting a fairy tale-y ending is that young royals is an anti-fairy tale. the prince loves a boy, the commoner doesn’t become a prince, being part of the monarchy is not sold as the ideal life, yet they get to have their happily ever after"..."it adds to the message of the show, how monarchies oppress those inside and (especially) under it. if you want a happy ending, the last place where you’ll find it is there"

Fairytales sold to us as children about monarchies is what keeps us fascinated with them and their right to exist despite our logic telling us we should have evolved away from them. But there are real people in them, they don't disappear when we turn away from them.

(Edited to add): monarchies still perpetuate the idea of hierarchy, that some humans are superior to others. They are anti-equality. Though royal families themselves may be benevolent and serve the country, they set up underneath them an aristocracy that has no duty to the people, but all the privilege and innate values of supremacy. They have few checks and balances to their behaviour. These people become the heads of institutions in our societies and govern how people are treated. Vincent's character and everything he says in the show is an example of this.

[getvalentined]

I've never done a full breakdown of everything that happened to my version of Vincent while he was under the knife (although there is a partial breakdown from like 12 years ago on Ask Vincent Valentine), but @spinejackel tagged my recent Vincent doodle gushing about autopsy scar (Vincent Has a Y-Incision headcanon supremacy!) so I figured it was probably a good time. This is also probably the best method, since I can apply the right tags and trigger warnings to hopefully keep it from hitting the people who would be disturbed.

For anyone who doesn't know, figuring out the fucked up physiology of victims of science is like my entire jam. I think this is what happens when you let a chronically ill child watch Akira and the original Bubblegum Crisis OVA and most of the works of Masamune Shirow. All that before FF7 even existed. This means that the explanation under the cut may seem excessive, and this post is very long. I've been building it over over a quarter century, I don't think there's any avoiding it at this point.

Warnings for body horror, nonconsensual body modification, medical horror and torture. Basically, if there's anything you can think of related to becoming a victim of science under the rule of an unethical sci-fantasy oligarchy, it's probably in here to some degree. It's explained plainly and simply, in clinical but not visceral detail.

My headcanons for what Hojo did to Vincent are pretty specific, albeit not precisely comprehensive; 27 years later I still don't really have a particularly solid concept for how he turned Vincent into a shapeshifter, although at least we know it's not something entirely specific to Vincent—Hojo repeated that facet of the experiment in Azul, but not in any other SOLDIER operative even in DeepGround, implying that it's only possible if very specific physiological conditions are met. The minimal concept I do have involves a twisted application of the concept of incarnate summoning as it appears in FFXIII-2, but it's very vague and also not the topic of this post. Maybe later.

Regarding the Y-incision/autopsy scar, my headcanon is that once Hojo tweaked Vincent into being able to regenerate from any injury—an enhancement that is confirmed to be entirely Hojo's work in Dirge—the professor of course felt it necessary to run various tests quantify the usefulness of his handiwork. He did this first by inflicting various surface injuries, then by causing more extreme bodily trauma, which eventually culminated in Hojo removing the majority of Vincent's internal organs in order to measure how long it took them to grow back and, assuming they did grow back, how the new ones compared to Vincent's original parts.

To be able to observe this as closely as possible, Hojo kept Vincent's torso open for the entire process—which he repeated twice more in order to check the weight, size and structure of the newly-grown organs in comparison to the originals. This study proved that most of them did grow back, but the majority of them stopped developing much earlier than was appropriate for Vincent's age and size. The difference was consistent, Hojo just never figured out why most of them grew back smaller and less-developed.

The reason this happened is based the fact that most of the organs in the human trunk are used in digestion and other related processes, and Vincent's regeneration means he doesn't need to eat or drink anymore. His body only expended as much energy as was completely necessary to develop those organs to the point of being functional rather than normal, because they're not really necessary. Vincent is glad he still has them, though, because he does still occasionally eat (usually in social situations) and also he'd be really sad if he couldn't even have coffee.

Vincent's brain activity remained normal during the entire process, although that may have something to do with Hojo driving a bunch of fluid lines into his head and flooding the inside of his skull with mako to keep him awake the whole time even while deprived of oxygen. (Rebirth spoilers, but seeing the bit in the Nibelheim Protorelic questline where Hojo does something super similar to this, after this has been my headcanon for decades, was a trip.)

Two organs didn't grow back at all: Vincent's appendix and one kidney. This was also the result of efficient energy expenditure, as the human appendix isn't necessary for survival, and only one kidney is really required. (Each time Hojo removed the new kidney, the one that grew back would be on the opposite side, which bothered Hojo to no end.)

His lungs grew back a little larger, possibly because his skeletal structure never quite recovered after his first transformation into Galian—his arms and legs are noticeably too long for his body, although not to the point of looking impossible, and likewise his ribcage settled to breadth that would allow for larger lungs. He doesn't really need these anymore either, related to his brain being exposed to so much mako during the process that it can now operate without oxygen if necessary, but switching himself over from aerobic to anaerobic respiration is really unpleasant and Vincent tries to avoid it when he can.

His heart was pretty normal by the time Hojo was done with him, although his heartrate had dropped to like 20bpm even when elevated. Again, if respiration isn't necessary, there's not much reason for the system to be active. (By the time Lucrecia was done this had dropped to around 5bpm on average, although it's completely arrhythmic and jumps all over the place when he's not either particularly active or on the verge of a transformation.)

This was the experiment that left Vincent susceptible to degradation, which Hojo didn't realize until after finally closing him back up. Upon realizing that Vincent's body wasn't responding properly to a different test (a repetition of an earlier experiment related to the regeneration of external tissues and features), Hojo just kinda threw him in a tube to be disposed of at a later date, kinda like that scene in Arrested Development where there's that dead dove in a bag in the fridge. The incision healed at some point during the period that Lucrecia was working on him, but early enough in her work that the tissue couldn't flawlessly regenerate (like it does in the present), leaving him with one more gnarly scar on top of all the rest.

Vincent is self-conscious about all the physiological changes brought on by what was done to him, often to the point of loathing. His left arm is the worst—it rotted off while he was in the throes of degradation and grew back as something that he hesitates to call his arm—but Vincent hates that Y-incision scar almost as much. Some days they tie.

(It has come up in appropriately horrified conversation with Shalua that, considering how his regeneration works, Vincent could probably get rid of all the scars on his chest if he somehow peeled the skin off his torso in a single swath. He will not be doing that. Besides, it might grow back the wrong color/texture/etc, like his left arm. Not worth the risk, much less the suffering.)

Also I gotta finish off this entry with the extremely stupid headcanon reveal that Vincent's (honestly fairly impressive) dick was cut off during the first round of bodily trauma regeneration tests—and Hojo has never felt the sort of rage he experienced upon discovering that it grew back bigger than before. This occurred early enough in the experiments that Vincent was not awake for it, and thus has no idea how the fuck this happened, and does not want to talk about it ever thank you very much. I've never mentioned it in public anywhere because it is extremely stupid, but I hope someone out there finds it as funny a concept as I do.

[fromtheasheslikeaphoenix]

Undertaker this, Sebastian that, Grell something something - meanwhile I'm down bad for Vincent and Diedrich and have been for years.

They make me wanna rip my hair out, I'm not even sorry. I love Seb and Undertaker but. But

Vincent and Diedrich supremacy for me.

[chris-prank]

What do you think of a scenario where after Dr Seraph is completely defeated by the Vigilante reader, the doctor curses the reader calling them brute and savage and then the reader holds Dr Seraph's chin and smiles maliciously saying something like: "If You think my way of fighting is wild, how about trying what I'm like in bed?"

You don't have to do this if you don't want to, and in fact the reader can be gender neutral or whatever you want.

Warning: NSFW (like Reader and Dr. Seraph are going at it)

Since it’s GN, I made it vague enough so you can choose if the reader has a dick or a strap-on. 

DOM READER SUPREMACY RAAAAAH

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“W-wh— I mean… I… em—”

“I need a clear answer.” You rubbed your thumb over his lips, making him spiral even more. 

Dr. Seraph was stunned. Surely, you were making fun of him. You were waiting for him to say yes just so you could laugh in his face. Then you would go around, telling everyone how desperate and pathetic he was for believing you. 

But in a way it’s not like he wasn’t used to being ridiculed… How worse could it be this time? And there was still a minuscule chance that you were being serious... 

Fuck it. He had wanted you for some time now, and he wasn't going to ignore this opportunity. 

“Y-yes… I want too try…”

***

You were not in fact playing with him. 

That couldn’t have been made more clear as you ram yourself into his ass. He was so cute with his face all red and the fact that he had a hard time keeping himself straight, letting you move his body like a rag doll. 

You’ve seen him flustered before, thanks to all the little flirty comments you said to throw him off during confrontations, but this was completely different. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth slightly open with saliva threatening to leak down and tears rolling down his cheeks. All that paired with his flushed face made it a unique sight to see. 

The most enjoyable part was that you knew his tears came from pleasure, so hearing him trying to deny it was adorable. He kept making small complaints, saying how mean you were, at least that’s what you think he said. He wasn’t making very complete sentences after all. 

“Really? It seems to me that you’re really enjoying it, if not why don’t you use your safe words Mmm?”

Just in case, you slowed down so he could have the opportunity to speak up if he really wasn’t feeling it. At the same time, it was perfect teasing material if he did like it. 

“N-no, d—don’t stop…” Vincent whimpered as he hid his face with his forearm. 

You chuckle, making him whine in response. You lifted him up slightly and bucked your hips into him once again. Your fingers accidentally grazed a bruise on his hips that you had caused during the fight earlier. The scientist winced and rested his head on your shoulder. You could hear him trying to say something. 

“H—hug…” He mumbled, almost inaudible. 

“Of course baby, but you need to keep moving, ok?” 

You released his hips and pulled him flush against your chest, your hand reaching each other behind his back. You whispered gentle praise into his ear as he proceeded to bounce on your member all on his own. His cock, now trapped between your two bodies, twitched. You swore he made even more moans now that you were holding him so lovingly. 

“K—nghh” He whimpered before he could even get the chance to say anything. 

“It’s ok, show me what you want.”

While still hugging you, Vincent leaned back to be face to face. He closed his eyes and slowly leaned in once again, but this time for a kiss. You accepted it gladly. 

His mouth was so warm and wet against yours that you melted into it. He was undeniably a good kisser, despite being a bit washed out by all the action going on. In this state you were both a bit sloppy, but it made it all the more intoxicating. He didn’t even forcibly push his tongue into your mouth, instead gently licking your lips as a way to ask for permission. You’ll absolutely reward him for that afterward. 

When you pulled away to breathe again, Vincent had still his eyes closed and was kissing into the void, expecting you to come back. You took that chance to go to his neck and nibble at his skin, making sure to not bite too hard. The man gasped and his body, including his inside, shuddered at the sensation. Between kisses, nibbling and licking you mumbled how good he was being. One of your hand creeped down to grope his ass cheek as he was still trying to move up and down your shaft. 

Vincent was definitely not regretting having accepted your proposal a few hours ago. Despite his mind being clouded by pleasure, he silently hoped this wasn’t going to be the first and last time for you two to do this. 

***

Back at the secret lair, Vincent could feel the gaze of the henchmen fixated on his body. It’s not like he was in very good shape, every bit of his exposed skin was covered with red marks! One of the big guys couldn’t keep his mouth shut anymore and walked over to the mad scientist. 

“Is that a bite mark?!”

Dr. Seraph simply opted to vaguely nod as he sipped more of his coffee. 

“Wow they really went rough on you this time… it’s making me a bit worried not gonna lie.” 

All the goons shivered in fear. Their imagination coming up with scenarios all more gruesome than the last, as they tried to explain the state their superior was in. 

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So I don’t know if you were expecting smut…so em sorry it’s that not where you thought this scenario would go 😅. Either way, I hope you still liked it! 

[rottenpumpkin13]

Took a short nap. Woke up from a nightmare because of your wonderful blog I was reading through before sleeping. It was a genderbend version of FF7 where the only actually gender bent character Jenova is now Geoffnova. Sephiroth reads and rejects the truth that his father is Hojo so hard that he is like “heck no! This sexy masculine dead alien is my father! I don’t care what the log books and experiments say!!! My mother was injected with alien cells which makes this my father!” And everyone else with father problems jumps on that same boat, adopting themselves to this floating alien in a tank that is telepathic and Geoffnova takes over the world mostly because everyone has terrible dads. The moral of the story was be better dads or the next generation of kids will find a better/worse one and destroy the world to feel love and praise.

Anyway, Geoffnova supremacy ftw. I’m very uncomfortable with how hot that alien was in my dream. I blame you.

Reject canon, reject Hojo being the father.

Reject fan theories, reject Vincent being the father.

Embrace Geoffnova

(I'm simultaneously sorry and not sorry for causing this lmao)

[shadowsageingempress]

Cloud: Kind of fucked up and nasty that vampires drink blood, in my opinion. Like, Pepsi costs a hundred seventy-five gil.

Tifa: Where are you getting Pepsi for one seventy-five???? That shit's like two hundred and thirty minimum!

Cloud: Hospital.

Barret: Who the fuck is paying two hundred thirty for a Pepsi?

Cloud: Not me, I'm paying one hundred seventy-five gil. At the hospital.

Vincent: I paid two hundred fifty, but that was thirty years ago.

Cloud: I feel like we're getting off topic.

Zack: Blood is free?

Aerith: So is Pepsi if you steal it.

Cait Sith: Why... why is Cloud getting Pepsi from the hospital?

Cloud: Because it's only one hundred seventy-five gil.

Cid: Why in Bahamut's name would a vampire drink Pepsi?

Nanaki: Why would anyone drink Pepsi?

Yuffie: Femboy.

Cloud: Huh?

Yuffie: That's why I'm not a fan of the sexy vampire trope. It's overused and supports the status quote of typical vampire supremacy: worshiping rich folk. Vampires prey upon humans and therefore symbolize capitalists preying on the working class. Werewolves are much sexier in my opinion.

Cloud: (confused, ferret-like noise)

Lucrecia, concerned: Am I having a stroke????

Sephiroth: You might want to go to the hospital for that.

Vincent: I hear the Pepsi is cheap there.

[loliithewiitch]

Steve being a character 😅

[docgold13]

yes! please tell me more of your detest for John Wayne. My dad loves that guy and I need ammo for arguing that the dude was a douche

I don’t think you’ll make much headway with your dad.  Once someone has their mind set on something, cognitive dissonance can become a force stronger than gravity.  

But I’m happy to try to help out.  

Anyways, John Wayne he played a significant role in creating the Motion Picture Alliance for the Preservation of American Ideals (MPA) in 1944 and was voted in as its president in 1949. This was an anti-communist organization that blacklisted industry professionals suspected as being in any way shape or form associated with the communist party.  He was additionally an ardent and vocal supporter of the infamous House of Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC) as well as the work of Senator Joseph McCarthy. 

Despite his dodging the draft for World War II, he continued to make war films presenting himself as this great leader of the armed forces.  Furthermore, his movie,  The Green Berets, was an overt attempt toward rallying support for the ruinous Vietnam War.

Wayne did not just hate communists, he also hated those who were gay.  He lambasted  Dustin Hoffman and Jon Voight’s characters in Midnight Cowboy, calling the pair ‘a couple of f@gs.’  He also accosted Kirk Douglas over his role as Dutch artist Vincent Van Gogh in the film Lust for Life. He was reported to have said, “Christ, Kirk, how can you play a part like that? There’s so goddamn few of us left. We got to play strong, tough characters. Not these weak queers.”  There were rumors that Wayne was a closeted homosexual and that some of his hatred may have been a sort of reaction formation, but who knows if that is true.

He also didn’t give a damn for Native Americans, whom he deemed as savages.  “I don’t feel we did wrong in taking this great country away from the Indians,” he said, “Our so-called stealing of this country from them was just a matter of survival. There were great numbers of people who needed new land, and the Indians were selfishly trying to keep it for themselves.” 

But perhaps he strongest animosity was reserved for Black Americans.  “I believe in white supremacy,” he said in a notorious 1971 interview with Playboy magazine.  He added that he did not want Black people working on his films until they became “educated to a point of responsibility.”

He also made disparaging remarks about Jewish people and was entirely against any form of social welfare programs.  

Apologies to anyone hurt by seeing all of this hateful stuff disseminated.