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@getvalentined.comOct 8, 2026, 10:38 PM

Print sale over on INPRNT – $5 global shipping sitewide, and 10% off everything in my shop!

Check it out → www.inprnt.com/gallery/getv... 💌🎯

#strifentine #valenstrife #sephesis #sephgen #VincentValentine #CloudStrife #GenesisRhapsodos #Sephiroth

A promo graphic for a sale on INPRNT as described in the post. The graphic is broken up into nine blocks, with the centermost block describing the sale; the other eight are tightly cropped from artwork available in the shop linked above, featuring characters from Final Fantasy 7 including Genesis Rhapsodos, Sephiroth, Cloud Strife, and Vincent Valentine.
@getvalentined.comOct 5, 2026, 12:16 AM

Rattle This Ghost Town ⚜️ 10: Perennial
archiveofourown.org/works/588084...

The best-laid plans of fiends and friends too often go awry. ⚰️☁️ #FF7 #strifentine #VincentValentine #CloudStrife

Rattle This Ghost Town" by Valentined Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII Rating: Mature Warnings: Author Chose Not To Warn Relationships: Vincent Valentine/Cloud Strife Characters: Vincent Valentine, Cloud Strife, background characters not mentioned in tags. Additional Tags: Postcanon, Slice of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Body Horror, Disordered Eating, Self-Neglect, Victims of Science, Shinra Manor, Ghosts, Slow Burn, Not Completely FF7R Compliant.
@getvalentined.comSep 24, 2026, 10:11 PM

Late for #WIPWednesday but whatever. (It wasn't late on tumblr!)

Chapter 10 of RTGT is (finally) coming along, so here's a bit more about Vincent's fucked up physiology and some details on the graffiti in the basement of the Manor. #strifentine

“I was thinking about—you wrote this, right?” “I did.” Vincent padded over, looking the messy lines up and down. “Quite early on, I believe.” Cloud looked at him sideways. “What’s it mean?” Vincent pointed. “My age, my birthday, my blood type.” He indicated a smear of white below the third scribbled line. “My father’s birthday was here, I think, and below that was the year I started the assignment.” He offered the information so readily, Cloud felt a bit stunned. Vincent was forthcoming enough, especially with Cloud, but having seen how the writing came to be made his ease of explanation feel almost inappropriate. “Your blood type’s A?” He asked, both because he really didn’t know and because he needed a minute to collect himself. “It was,” Vincent corrected. “I don’t have one anymore.” Cloud turned, his already unsteady train of thought completely derailed. “You what?” Vincent just shrugged, putting his hands on his hips, although he didn’t look away from the wall. “My blood no longer contains any antigens at all, so I lack a blood type. Given that I have no need for an immune system, will never require a transfusion to save my life, and the composition of my blood makes me unfit to donate for use in others, it makes no difference.” All right, that was fucking weird, but Cloud put it aside for the time being. Vincent’s body was weird, after all, he knew that. For Odin’s sake, he was missing more than half his bone marrow. Having no blood type was probably less weird than half his bone marrow being replaced with some kind of ultra-porous crystal that was barely heavier than air. “Why were you writing your birthday and blood type on the wall?” Vincent frowned, reaching out and delicately brushing the long line of the poorly-written number 7, tracing the arc perfectly. “To remind myself what they were.”