Lost Number [Project V.]

One Bullet. One Life. The Madness within finally reflected. A Fallen saint abiding the Sin of a child's birth. Come, Lost to this Crimson Chaos.
[ An RP blog for Vincent Valentine. Will accept ask as well. All artworks do not belong to me unless specified otherwise. Affiliated with FFP. Open to RP with anyone. Tracked tag: crimsonchaos | sanguinesaint ] Online Users

09.01.2014

#about mun

Reblog with the mun’s face right before they turn a nice happy thread into HARDCORE ANGST.

dia-airgid:

professor-goodwitch:

lotusofwei:

frozen—petals:

timeless-encounters:

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"Ah…"

Source: askiori

09.01.2014

#thehighwindpilot #i'm here to steal yer smoke #maybe #:T

the-highwind-pilot:

sanguinesaint:

"Highwind."

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      ”Strange.
       I was under the impression that
       no smoking were allowed in this area.”

Cid gave a hardy laugh and he folded his arms. “Ain’t stoppin’ me now is it? ” he asked. He turned his head and blew out the smoke. “How yer been, Vince?” image

  ”No.”

      Crimson form exhaled,
      mild exasperation and bemusement as well combined.

    ”Apparently, it has not.”

  ”Tuesti shared with you my movement,
   My answer differs not.”

09.01.2014

#genesis rhapsodas #loveless #pass it on

banorasoldier:

genesis writes self-insert fanfiction about loveless
pass it on

outofcharacter: “Hey rapusodosu.” 8T

(via albedosoyna)

Source: banorasoldier

09.01.2014

#psa #8T

luminosox:

i don’t drop threads i just draft them and do them like two months later

(via mammaterasu)

Source: talkinqx

09.01.2014

#ff7 #Final Fantasy VII #vincent valentine #cats

09.01.2014

#vincent valentine
pihvikakku:

Watching “Dhurr of Cerberus" playthrough. This is also a 100% accurate description of me during parties.

pihvikakku:

Watching “Dhurr of Cerberus" playthrough. This is also a 100% accurate description of me during parties.

08.31.2014

#longhairedremnant

longhairedremnant:

sanguinesaint:

  Vincent Valentine
  does not
  do
  p i t y 

      — so do excuse the gunman
      if any display of such an expression
      on the silverette’s facade
      was to be received
      with a look of pure annoyance. 

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"Nonetheless,
 …you are here.”

    ”You would understand
     that I can’t let you go.”

    …knowing naught your intention.

Whatever pity he might have felt (if he truly even felt such an emotion) was soon squished anyway, his own features twisting in annoyance, "as if you could stop me." Not even spoke with arrogance, it was a fact to him.

A tilt of a chin; fingers twitching and ready to move, to grab, to kill in a moment. No, Yazoo didn’t take any chances anymore. If there was one thing he was good in, it was just that.

  Naught was to be said
  to retort the silverette’s bold statement.

        Silence was an answer enough in itself,
        &   as such,
        the crimson gunslinger’s own nonchalant gait
        in which a holster upon which
        gloved hand leisurely rested
        was carelessly unbuckled

   — the sound deemed only as loud as a man’s exhalation. 

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"Why are you here, Yazoo?"

    Christ forbid,
    how the man hates sounding like a broken record..

  ”After all, she is not.”

Source: sanguinesaint

08.31.2014

#thehighwindpilot #don't mention it! #I like playing with Cid #:3

the-highwind-pilot:

sanguinesaint started following you

Cid smiled “Yo, Vince.” he greeted. image

"Highwind."

      ”Strange.
       I was under the impression that
       no smoking were allowed in this area.”

08.29.2014

#apatheticruler #DO NOT GLARE AT ME BOI #v; coffinated

Coffin of Curiosity

apathetic-ruler:

sanguinesaint:

Frail and lithe, that Valentine boy had been once as well. But unlike the Shinra heir, Vincent was also tall for his age. Hardly is there any argument on whose genetic trait it is that the young raven haired inhabited with regard to his height.

        Grimoire Valentine was tall
        whereas
        his wife was often compared to
        a delicate Wutain porcelain doll.

    Whichever poor individual
    has the misfortune of crossing her path however
    has better be well-prepared.  

            Therein that petite form
            is the courage of a fierce lioness.

  ”Why don’t you go and do that?” Sotto voce deems no louder than the very same  winds that breath their whisper along the stony chambers. Tenuous index will tap against crimson wrapped temple in idle as the next part of his statement is countered. “On second thought, why don’t you go and do that about genetics too…”

            ”— just so you would know that I did not lie….”

  Claret glance will chance sideways before I add in a quiet murmuring that seems more direct toward myself than my current company. “Who know, it could have been a great experiment.” If there had been a hint of this man’s own bitterness, I would suppose it is justified.  

    ”I can’t bring the dead back, kid.
     Not even all the money in your father’s empire can.”

        Pausing a mere moment, I continue.

  ”As for my own circumstance, it is rather… complicated
   but this, I will say,
   no dead should be brought back to sate the need of the livings.
   Your mother is better where she is.”

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         I can’t see who else could it be.
         It has to be the boy’s mother.

         All children usually mourn after theirs.

     ”Also, Val is what the people I once worked with call me.
      How is that then not my name?”

Rufus gave him a glare. Even as a 5 year old he had the art perfected. The look of a hissing cat ready to bite. Vicious and adorable. “Don’t mock me Mister V! I’m smart! I can read plenty of books!”

He remembered just a few weeks ago. Father had found him trying to read company records. His Father had told him to read them out loud. That is— if he understood them. The boy had attempted to read them then to his Father. Stammering, stuttering… nerves colliding down on him as he’d come to a word he didn’t know. His Father yanked the papers. Issuing several corrections and walked away. Telling him simply to “Work harder…”

His small fists clenched. “Your lying! You came back. So you have to fix my mom. You have too! Then my family will go back to normal. How can she be better in the lifestream! All Father does in yell, smoke, work and bring back girls who look just like her!”

He crossed his arms. Yanking the cape around himself firmly. “I’m not leaving here. No matter what you do to me. I’m not leaving. Either you agree to help or you’re looking after me. Whatever your name is Mister V!”

His bright blue eyes lingered with a film of tears.

Yet the boy didn’t cry.

Didn’t make a whimper.

He just sat.

Curled in crimson mantle.

"I’ll live down here with you."

"In a coffin if I must."

  ”As I am sure a smart boy as you are
   would not have wanted
   to jump to a conclusion first
   without haven’t before
   investigated.”

  The crimson scarecrow has made his statement so casual, so nonchalant in how a pair of irises of as vivid a shade as his cloak has glanced off the top of the other’s aureate crown and to the door. Still, as claret gaze came to lingered upon the only exit to the room, it may not be denied that the skin above twin sable brows did bunch up, forming a small frown no matter how brief the expression was.

        ”I was brought back and…
         that was not by my own accord;
         hence, makes all the differences.”

  Annoyed gaze returned then to meet his glare. If Rufus Shinra was a young kitten throwing his hissy fit, then Vincent Valentine would definitely be the seasoned beast, especially with the portrayed disapproval as he carefully extracted his crimson mantle from the other’s tiny grip. How the room dimly-litted ambience reflect off each cuspate tips of a metallic gauntlet then only seemed to make the man’s next statement all the more cogent.

    ”You…
       — are leaving.”

"I have gotten rid of fussy felines more than once.
 It’s not as troublesome as most make it appears.
 Besides, there’s nothing down here
 for the livings
 but rats, bones, more bones and spiders.”

08.29.2014

#rpsephiroth #skype shenanigans #this is the best conversation #8D

But... it is long, and it is legendary

  • [Aisha]: AND YES THAT KIND OF KISS.
  • [Aisha]: AND THEN THAT TEASE
  • [Aisha]: I mean - Sephiroth has a godly amount of patience and self-control, but this thing Vincent did... that's just UNFRIENDLY.
  • Vincent [Da.]: xD
  • [Aisha]: [ I think you misunderstand Sephiroth...?
  • [Aisha]: *explains*
  • Vincent [Da.]: OH
  • [Aisha]: YOU'VE GOT HIM VINCENT
  • Vincent [Da.]: 8D
  • Vincent [Da.]: [ EVIL CACKLE ]
  • [Aisha]: SEPHIROTH'S WILLINGLY SUBMITTING HIMSELF TO ANYTHING VINCENT WILL SUGGEST.
  • Vincent [Da.]: [ MOVE UP TO REVISE THE POST THEN ]
  • Sephiroth [Aisha]: [ OH GOD. YES. DO.]
  • Vincent [Da.]: WHY IS IT NOW I HAVE A FULL MOUTH KIND OF JOKE IN MY HEAD NOW?
  • Sephiroth [Aisha]: [ SEPHMUSE IS MAKING A WORRIED FACE AT ME.
  • Sephiroth [Aisha]: DON'T COMBINE THE WORDS FULLMOUTH + HEAD IN THE SAME SENTENCE
  • Vincent [Da.]: ME AND MINE HAVE THE WORST HUMOUR
  • I THINK HE WILL SAY THAT
  • Sephiroth [Aisha]: Just... DON'T RUIN THE MOOD.
  • Sephiroth [Aisha]: OMG YOU UPLOADED IT ON TUMBLR. OH YES.
  • Sephiroth [Aisha]: DON'T MAKE IT TOO LONG