vale how much do you love ur father :')
“Nick’s… real important t’me…”
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vale how much do you love ur father :')
“Nick’s… real important t’me…”
Uh... so, I may have ran away from this blog for like a month bc THINGS and self-confidence issues with playing Nick and I remade an old blog. OOPS.
Send me ⊗ for 3+ headcanons about your muse and mine.
Don’t call me small ! I’LL BREAK DOWN YOUR FEET AND STICK EM’ ONTO YOUR HEAD !
I didn’t say small --- I said SMALLER !
Just like a bear is smaller than an elephant !
It doesn’t mean the bear is small ! Just... ( smaller. )
@stronglearnrespect
They pick on me, save me
But brother, you ARE smaller. ( they’re not picking on you to be mean )
okay netflix, first of all i’m already watching criminal minds.
second of all what the fuck.
Commander 76 Lieutenant Tracer
When my time comes around When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her. I’ll crawl home to him.
Ind. Jack “Soldier 76″ Morrison Ind. Lena “Tracer” Oxton By Zed. By Monday.
[ @synthreject ]
“KNEW of a guy who kinda looked the way you do. All metal ‘n that. ‘Cept he had every part of his body chopped up. Kept replacin’ those bits with prosthetics until there wasn’t any human skin left on him.”
“Is that so? I’ve never had human skin, so I can’t say that’s how I wound up with this mug. Was it a search for immortality thing or a mad scientist thing? Normally that sort of situation only goes one of two ways.”
@ nuck balenteen pls fist my anyus
( mal go to your room. )
"There can be no hope in this Hell… no hope at all."
ACCEPTING.
“No hope for what?” Nick sat at the base of their campfire, kicking at the piece of rotting wood to shove it further into the flames. His fingers played with an unlit cigarette between them as his glowing eyes stared into the light. Shifting forward, his arms rested on his knees. “Hope to survive?” He shifted around, grabbing his flip lighter and lighting his cigarette as he put it up to his lips. “Hope to stop the pain?” It wasn’t like him to be… philosophical like this, but he’d been thinking. He never liked to question the more difficult questions, but he was trying to fill in the gaps. The gaps in his memory — both from this life and the last. Late nights like this always seemed to bring it out of him too. “Hope to… know? Know what’s out there? Know what’s coming?” He paused, taking a long draw as he exhaled to the side to look at Mal with the ghost of a smile. “Well, I might not know all that... but I know I had hope to find someone like you. I wouldn’t say we’re completely hopeless out here.”
Darkest Dungeon sentence starters pt. 2
"Leave nothing unchecked, there is much to be found in forgotten places."
"Keep to the side-path, the hamlet is right ahead."
"Most will end up here, covered in a poisoned earth, awaiting merciful oblivion."
"Our soldiers must be ready."
"Trinkets and charms, gathered from all-the-forgotten-corners of the earth."
"The cost of preparedness measured now in gold… later in blood."
"Women and men, soldiers and outlaws, fools and corpses. All will find their way to us now the way is clear."
"The human-mind… fragile, like a robin’s-egg."
"Where for heroism?"
"Madness… our old friend."
"Frustration and fury! More destructive than a hundred cannons."
"There can be no hope in this hell… no hope at all."
"Self-preservation is paramount at any cost!"
"Towering. Fierce. Terrible. Nightmare made material."
"How quickly the tide turns."
"More blood soaks the soil… feeding the evil they’re in."
"Another life wasted in the pursuit of glory and gold."
"This is no place for the weak or foolhardy."
"As life ebbs, terrible vistas of emptiness reveal themselves."
"Injury and despondent set the stage for heroism… or cowardice."
"Even the colds stone seems bent on preventing passage."
"Wounds to be tended, lessons to be learned."
"Regroup! Reassemble! Evil is… timeless after-all."
"Failure tests the metal of heart, brain, and body."
"You will endure this lost and learn from it."
"True desperation is known, only when escape is impossible."
"No chance for egress, will this be a massacre?"
"Knowing hunger sets in, turning the body against itself, weakening the mind…"
"The requirements of survival cannot be met on an empty stomach."
My experience with Far Harbor so far:
Water Jumpscares: The Game
×. Lys turned towards the voice, eyebrows raised as she saw what the man–no, synth–was handing to her: her switchblade.
❝ Shit, I thought I’d lost this for good. Um, thanks. Most people would’ve just kept it. Then I’d really be screwed. ❞
“Heh--- don’t worry about it. It comes with the job.”
“Finding lost things --- lost folks --- and making sure they make it home safe. Believe me, I wouldn’t want to be out here without a good gun by my side. Guess a knife works too.”
“Yeah! Th’ whole hat and coat thing, works well.” There’s a second of surprise as Nick scoots the second bowl her way, a curious glance and a gesture towards the offering as though to ask ‘you sure?’. Still, she doesn’t hesitate to pull the second bowl towards her. “He’s treatin’ us pretty well, not sure’f the kid got found but I remember hearin’ ‘bout it.”
“Were y’tryin’ ta find him, Valentine?”
“I guess I can say I’m glad. ‘Least it gives people a good idea of what I do.” Nick smiled, carefully watching her examine the food he pushed her way before settling forward on the counter of the stand as she accepted it. Of course he was sure, he didn’t have any reason to eat. “Yeah, I was looking for him.”
“Found him hiding from a bunch of Super Mutants in a back alley. Kid was a survivor, I’ll give him that much.”
💝, 💘
NOT ACCEPTING.
Does my muse like Valentine’s Day?
Nick doesn’t remember little details about human Nick’s past and he has no recollection of the first day he was created, so he’s come to accept Valentine’s Day as a marker of how old he is. So, he’s thought of it as his birthday since the name is so fitting anyway. He hasn’t mentioned that to anyone and he doesn’t share how old he is, but he’s more than willing to admit that he is indeed one old bot. He’s not in it for the sappy romantic stuff, so he avoids that aspect of it.
What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?
One true and sure way to tell if Nick loves and trusts you is if he accepts you as his partner. He’s willing to give that honor to few people since one of his greatest idols was once his partner when he was human. It’s a title in his mind that is only fitting for those he thinks are close. Another way to tell if he trusts someone is if he’s willing to power down and run diagnostics while in their presence. He’s willing to show weakness and allow them to protect him --- even for a short period of time. There’s a few small things too --- like asking them to join him on cases, opening up about his broken memories, and asking for help with tune-ups occasionally.
( okay, but why does Far Harbor gotta take 50 years to download )
It's payday...
You know what that means---
TIME TO BUY FAR HARBOR.