#Thread: Nick

[radicalrascals]

Open: Nick is a werewolf and owns an occult bookshop which just got vandalised Looking for: anyone who fits a supernatural setting; perhaps someone who wants to help Nick find the person responsible, warns him about them or actually shares their stance Muse: Nick Silva; werewolf | fc: Wagner Moura

Nick's hands were smeared in that awful shade of red spray paint, his nails scraping at the brickwork with a ferocity barely contained, grumbling under his breath as he scrubbed at the mess. Someone's written "Freak Show" across the front of his shop in jagged letters. His jaw clenched as he was approached and he forced a tense smile, the kind of smile that barely holds back anger, and he let the words spill out in a low, dangerous tone: "If I ever find out who did this, I'd love to give them a lesson in respect." Nick flexed his fingers, each knuckle popping with a slow, deliberate snap that echoed in the silence. Of course, he never would. But the thought alone helped him cope.

[neptuneisfree]

WHERE: Lake Party WHO: Nick (@endlessreruns)

Neptune had been hesitant over this, he'd caught bits and pieces based on body language and things Blue had mentioned. There wasn't much he could do about his own size but he could at least try to be as friendly. “Hey,” he greeted crouching a bit as he held out a snow cone, “I'm Neptune, I'm Blue’s cousin, you're Nick right?” there was a bit of pride said towards the end, happy Blue had let him be a part of his life. 

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@hiddenpxpercuts

Cyrus sat on a bench outside reading when he heard something loud. He sat his book down, looking around. "What the heck was that?"

[roxana-santiago]

As Roxana walked through the swarm, people lined up to go on rides, order food, and play games. She wondered if more people showed up at the carnival than on Founder's Day. At least, that's how it seems, with the number of side steps to avoid bodily collisions. A few dogs were scattered amongst the crowd, and she missed her Kiba. It would have been nice to have him here, but then she wouldn't have the freedom to go on rides, which she talked herself into attempting. At least a couple. Roxana walked past a few and stopped at the merry-go-round. Wow, that unearths childhood memories. It took her back to a time before her father ruined their family. As she recalled those happier years, Roxana's eyes drifted across the ride and spotted the only Nicolás. An automatic smile blossomed, something which came easily with him. She gradually made her way over as half the city congregated around the merry-go-round for some unknown reason. Roxana went in and gave Nico the biggest hug, thrilled to see him there. "I think this is a great place to play hide and go seek." she laughed as she approached him. "Have you ever been on this ride before? I actually didn't expect to see this here. Figured it's too tame, but kids, I suppose."

[tweetingukpolitics]

[chimiye]

Matthew Broome as less toxic Nick Leister My Fault: London (2025) Dir. Charlotte Fassler & Dani Girdwood

[felicityharrington]

"See, I did not know such a thing was possible! Caffeine tolerance, who knew? Or, maybe everyone did, and I'm the last to find out." Felicity is on broadcast mode 99% of the time, utterly unbothered if people are annoyed. "Insomnia. The word alone gives me the ick. What makes it a million times worse is we have phones to entertain us when we can't sleep, and next thing you know, you've watched 20 reels, and the sun's peeking through your curtains." Felicity's eyes watched as Nick took the plethora of suggestions in, and she tossed at him and smiled brightly. "Oh no, all you need to do is ask for extra jalapeños, and they'll get you one of those paper boat containers. Do you eat them like candy?" Oh! This is an unexpected treat. "Yes! Better yet, let us split a fried candy bar. That way, you and I both get a little sweet dessert. I think that makes for an excellent plan if I do say so myself."

Nick's codependent relationship with coffee was once again on full display, but he just shook his head as he hid a smile. "I've built up a tolerance over the years, but then again, insomnia and I are pretty much old pals, too," he joked. He turned to fall in line with the rapid fire list of places to eat in the near vicinity, his amusement growing as her excitement grew. "Corn dogs... burgers and nachos, that's a maybe, as long as they don't skimp on the jalapeños, which is always a risk." He pulled back to fix her with an amused look, briefly noting that he actually didn't tower over her all that much -- a novelty, but one he wasn't going to complain about. "Do I need to treat you to a fried candy bar, in exchange for the fried food 411?"

[rad-roche]

oh shit, mind games is happening!

i'd heard about this way back and thought it seemed really ambitious. from the mod page

Mind Games is an upcoming quest mod for Fallout 4. Take on a new detective case with Nick Valentine, where you find yourself entangled amongst various factions vying for control over the sewers and tunnels beneath Boston, while facing the consequences of the search for your son - everything from Skinny Malone to Jenny / K1-98, from the Institute's machinations to Kellogg's lingering presence. Meet new characters, make tough choices, spend more time with your companions, and explore new locations.

i've only skimmed the video since i want to play it myself, but i went checking to see if there was any ai used for the voices (in which case i would not be playing it)

[radicalrascals]

@icarian-carrion liked for a starter:

"Oi, Tishoca, I've got your b--," Nick was waving about the heavy tomes like it was nothing, only stopping in his tracks, when he realised it wasn't Tisha who had opened the door. "--books. Uhm... sorry. Is Tisha around? She's ordered those last week and I just got them in yesterday. Thought I'd swing by. Sorry, I'm Nick. Nick Silva. I own the little halloweeny bookshop in town. You are?"

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@hiddenpxpercuts

Sophie smiled when she walked up to the desk. "Hello there, can I help you with anything? Is there anything I can do improve your stay?"

[radicalrascals]

Unwilling to let Isabella go, Rafael leaned in to steal a kiss from her lips and another and one more for good measure, before he could no longer reach her from where he sat on the blanket. Pleading eyes looked up to her, and the impish smile nesting in the corners of his mouth were a silent promise that once she returned he had a million more kisses for her. Though for now words would have to suffice: "I love you too, querida."

And how much he loved her! He let himself fall back onto the blanket, big grin on his face. Life was beautiful. And that alone should've been a warning. Nothing was ever as perfect as this. Not for long.

He startled into a sitting position when he felt the long shadow of someone else fall onto his face. Isabella's voice was too far away for it to be her, and though her words drowned in the wind, their urgency translated well. He managed to get on his feet before the other closed in, but the moment he turned around he felt a sharp, searing pain in his abdomen. He wanted to scream, but he could barely get enough air into his lungs. He stumbled, staggered, as the knife was pulled out. The second thrust elicited a whimper. The third committed him into gravity's harsh embrace. He fell back onto the blanket. The mind loud with questions.

He brought his trembling hands to cover his wounds, feeling nothing but the warmth of his own blood against his palms. Around him the world was fleeing his perception, leaving him in a darkness that was closing up from all sides. "Be... lla...?" Was she safe? Was she there? A cold panic washed over him. Oh god, to see here just one last time!

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It was a beautiful day and that was why they had chosen to head out to the park. Packing up a picnic, Isabella had prepared everything for them to have the perfect time together, a date of sorts that they didn't always get to experience due to their busy lives. Their little angel was with Isabella's brother for the day, allowing them to have some peace that was well deserved. Having found a spot atop a hill, far enough away from anyone else, they had sat with their food and drinks with the warm sun beaming down upon them, hands linked and Isabella's head resting on Rafa's shoulder.

"I love you, vida mía." Isabella whispered, smiling softly as she looked up to meet his gaze, brushing her lips across his. "But I need to get rid of this trash before I get too comfortable." She motioned to the empty containers and tissues that they had used and quickly gathered them up. "I'll be right back." She slowly got to her feet, smiling down at her love for a moment before walking away, heading down to the base of the hill to the bin. They had the whole rest of the afternoon together before they would have to collect Alicia from her brothers, so she intended to ensure that they made the most of this time.

But that was not to be, as it seemed the universe had other ideas. As Isabella turned to walk back to her husband, she spotted a hooded figure approaching him from behind, face hidden and a large item in their hand that looked sickening like a blade.

"Rafa! Rafa, olhe!" She began to sprint up the hill towards him, desperate to get there.

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and none of them knew why he came or stayed or who he was or ever acted like they cared.

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"You're just jealous because you have nothing in your life to spark such passion, Wilde," Vanellope accused, flipping their ponytail in his direction. They broke down with a smile, landing a soft punch on Nick's shoulder.

"I think I'm going for that Paradise Pier Sloppy Corn Dog," they mused, pursing their lips. A raised eyebrow in Nick's direction.

"That's gross," they chuckled, squinting up at the description under the aforementioned corn dog.

She stepped up, ordering through the small window, standing on her tip toes to peek inside the stand.

"Corn dogs acquired, thoughts required," Vanellope crowed as the cardboard boat passed through the window, swiping their debit card in the machine and thanking the stand workers.

"How about that bench by the roller coaster?" She suggested, trying to juggle both the corndog and her wallet.

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Vanellope hopped out of line as well, hurrying to keep up with Nick’s strides. She stuck her tongue out at his back as they walked.

“Can you imagine me in a monster truck? No siree, I have more elegance than that,” Vanellope huffed, sticking her nose in the air.

“It’s about the dance of give and take on the track, the smooth slide of your car around a corner, just to launch yourself across the finish line at the very last moment!” She explained, waving her hands in front of her like a conductor.

“The violence is an unfortunate side effect of bad drivers.”

The corn dog stand in front of them, Vanellope craned her neck back to look at the menu.

“Damn. I didn’t know corndogs were such a complex food.” She looked at Nick from the corner of her eye.

“What are you getting?”

⍋*:･ﾟ

“Somewhere out there, a monster truck is going to cry itself to sleep. Shame on you,” he tutted, shaking his head. 

Nick rolled his eyes, but the move had less of a barb in it than usual. “Right, right, we get it, you’re in love with racing. Yay, cars. Get a room. Get a track.” He held up his hand to shield himself from Vanellope’s wayward, dramatic hand gestures. “I, myself, don’t find much enjoyment in watching a tincan go around the same road for hours on end. How many times do you have to go around? Like, 200 or something?”

“For once, I actually feel bad for the bad drivers.”

Barely batting an eyelid at the menu, he leaned against the edge of the stand, waiting for their turn. “The Paradise Pier Vegan Corn Dog Special.” He took in a breath after saying it. “They really have to workshop that again. I heard the cheesy one’s not that bad, even if it does give you gas.”

[radicalrascals]

@strikersunindie [cont. from here]

"Yeah...," Nick all but sighed, head nudging Daniel's shoulder, rubbing gently and eventually using it as a pillow. "I know you're right." He did. But it didn't help to battle the disappointment growing in his chest. He wanted to skip ahead to their happily ever after so badly. Wanted to live with the man he loved. Maybe start a family. All which he knew might never happen due to their mutual quest to take out the bastard which had turned them both. "It doesn't have to be now. Just promise me we will get out of this alive."

[changelingz]

LOCATION: red creek library TIME: 2:13pm

nick  was  incensed  .  some  might  have  thought  this  odd  on  the  basis  that  he  and  kirby  had  only  ever  seemed  to  dislike  each  other  when  she  was  still  alive  .  but  in  death  ,  it  seemed  ,  nick  had  turned  over  a  new  leaf  on  their  relationship  (  much  too  late  ,  but  aren't  all  the  best  things  ?  ).  you  see  ,  nick  had  been  attached  to  heather  visser  ,  held  an  affectionate  thought  of  her  in  his  mind  for  an  eternity  and  been  angry  at  anyone  who  spoke  about  her  and  in  the  same  way  ,  although  all  he  had  done  is  attempt  to  irritate  her  ,  he  had  cared  for  kirby  .  sincerity  was  something  he  lacked  ,  games  were  something  that  he  enjoyed  and  it  was  no  lesser  torment  that  someone  had  ended  the  one  he  had  intended  to  play  with  the  girl  far  too  early  .  the  library  is  quiet  ,  possibility  of  mourning  not  lost  on  him  as  he  paces  around  in  the  openness  in  front  of  the  desk  before  turning  to  announce  ,  "  it  just  doesn't  make  sense  .  are  we  just  sitting  around  waiting  for  the  murder  spree  to  continue  with  no  help  from  the  sheriffs  department  ?  "  ah  yes  ,  just  a  local  really  concerned  about  public  safety  .  that  was  nick  !

[irradixnce]

@rattlesnakeshine from VALENTINE.

'Keep an eye out for Dregs at whatever waterin' hole is closest. Rexie always did like him,' the King had said between sips of his whiskey. 'But... careful, Nicky. You're a good fella. This guy's not winnin' any popularity contests any time soon. Not for good reason.'

Nick Valentine had taken it in stride as he did most things. Unsavory folks were common as weeds in his line of work: more important at the moment were results.

The detective was on a time crunch. He couldn't afford to be picky about an escort for his client-- so Dregs was suggested, and Dregs it would be.

The Atomic Wrangler was really the best place for a merc to get business-- so that was where Nick went. His was an odd face to see skulking about the tables, though it was well obscured under the brim of his fedora and over the lapel of his trench coat.

Skin of plastic and polymer, eyes like neon lights, a gash in the synthetic flesh of his face advertising steel bones and wire veins. At least he paid up front for the one whiskey he'd have. It was little more than a prop to a mechanical man, held in a skeletal hand de-gloved and exposed with steel knuckles. That drink came to rest on the bar next to the man he'd been pointed to.

"Dregs?" He asked in a low rumble. "Can I get you a drink? I've got a proposal."