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maxattax · 2 months

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Reaching Out

Happy Valentine's Core Exchange to @creoastra! I really hope you like it!

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Danny had heard rumors that Penelope Spectra had found a new haunt. Frustrated that he had to leave Amity Park to find her, he flew as fast as he could, sweeping the region. He was not surprised that his ghost sense finally went off when he passed the local community college.

“What, you couldn’t find any teens to make miserable so you’re going for college students now?” Danny flew closer to Spectra and fired an ectoblast at her. She dodged out of the way, cackling.

“I can see your aim hasn’t improved,” Spectra shot back. “And where are your little friends? Did they finally tell you they don’t like you?” Her smirk grew.

“I – no! They like me!” Danny shot another blast, this one hitting the mark. She hit the ground and rolled. He flew closer to her, feeling his belt to make sure his thermos was easily accessible.

“But they don’t want you, you know,” Spectra said, already getting to her feet, seeming unperturbed by the attack. “Not the way you want them.”

One long, agonizing second tore his heart in half.

“You don’t know that! You – you can’t!”

“Why not? You know I can see all your fears. You know I can tell how you’re still scared that they judge you for being transgender.” She might as well have hit him over the head. “That you’ve been pining for your friends, too afraid to tell them.”

Danny realized he had stopped attacking and was letting her monologue. But… she was right. She was always frustratingly accurate when she tried to get to him. Knowing that she twisted things to make people miserable didn’t make it hurt any less, or make it easier to ignore.

Danny redoubled his efforts, shooting a blast of ice at the ghost. In an attempt to not give her more ammo to use against him, he said nothing. But she didn’t need any, and deftly dodged out of the way of the ice.

“You’re a half-dead freak. Who could love a thing like you? You know, most kids would go to their parents for romantic woes. But yours are more concerned with hunting you down than helping you. You have nobody; you are utterly alone.”

“Shut up!” Danny flew forward and punched her square in the face, sending her flying into a wall. He followed it with an ectoblast to the torso. And then another, and another. She crumpled to the ground, twitching with each attack. He stopped when she stopped moving.

Before she could get back up, Danny uncapped the thermos and captured Spectra.

She always went right for the jugular, but that didn’t make it true. Back when Danny fought her the first time, she lied about Jazz calling him a loser. But Jazz had said nothing of the sort. In fact, Danny realized, he wasn’t alone. He could talk to Jazz. She’d know what to say.

–

Danny came home to find the living room silent, and Jazz sitting on the couch with a book. “Hey, are you busy?” Danny asked. “I could use some advice.”

Jazz’s face lit up. “I’m never too busy to offer advice!” she said.

“Can we go upstairs?” Danny said. “I don’t want Mom and Dad to hear us.”

“Of course,” They made their way upstairs and into Jazz’s room. Jazz took a seat at her desk, and Danny sat on the edge of her bed.

Danny fiddled with the zipper of his NASA hoodie. “So… I ran into Spectra today.”

“Oh no,” Jazz said. “Whatever she said, you know she’s just trying to get into your head.”

“Seems like she’s already in there, reading my thoughts.” Danny’s tone was bitter.

“Tell me your worries, little brother. I’m here to listen.”

Danny slumped onto the bed. “I may as well put it out there. I like Sam; I have for a while. Apparently that’s a surprise to nobody.” He gave a dry chuckle. “But I like Tucker too. I want both of them. But they’d never go for it. You’ve seen how they’re at each other’s throats half the time.”

“Yes, and they’re inseparable the other half of the time. You’re all best friends for a reason. How do you know they’re not interested in anything more?”

“I guess… but I don’t know. I want to be a regular human guy, but I’m not really human, and I’m not really a guy, and they deserve some normalcy in their life.”

“You stop that. Trans guys are guys, and that includes you. And you are human, in all the ways that count. You’re not wrong, though, that going out with a trans person presents unique challenges.” Jazz nodded thoughtfully. “And dating a half-ghost superhero does as well. But Danny, they’re your best friends. They understand you better than anyone else. If they do want you, they know what they’re signing up for.”

“You said ‘if’ they want me. How can I know? I don’t want to make things weird between us. I can’t risk our friendship on this.” Danny sighed. “I appreciate the pep talk. I’m just… scared of what they’ll say.”

“I can’t know how they’ll react. But I know it won’t ruin things. You mean too much to them for them to throw away years of friendship. Think of it this way: Best case scenario, you gain a wonderful girlfriend and boyfriend. Two partners who would do anything for you. Worst case, they’re not interested in you that way, but you still have two best friends who care about you. I think it’s worth a shot.”

Danny smiled. “Thanks, Jazz. I’ll talk to them soon.”

–

Danny’s stomach flipped in circles as he watched Tucker and Sam eat their food. They were at a nice Italian restaurant; Sam had offered to pay for dinner, and Danny thought Italian food would have enough variety that everyone would be happy. Tucker dug into his spaghetti and meatballs with fervor, while Sam delicately picked at her eggplant parmesan.

His best friends were so different from each other, and that’s what he loved about them. He longed to reach over and touch them, brush Sam’s hair out of her face, playfully rustle Tucker’s beret. But it would be weird. But if he could just tell them how he felt… His stomach did another flip. He wasn’t sure he was ready.

“Danny, are you okay? You haven’t touched your chicken francese.” Sam looked at him with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Danny lied. He took a bite of his chicken. The flavor of the lemon-wine sauce was vibrant. He knew this place was a good choice. But the delicious food didn’t calm his nerves.

“I know you, dude. You look like something’s eating you.” Tucker observed. Okay, maybe Danny wasn’t as good a liar as he’d hoped.

“I just have a lot on my mind,” Danny said. He couldn’t believe he was going to confess his feelings to his crushes. He wanted to scooch closer to them in their roomy booth, and he knew that if he just told them how he felt, maybe they’d let him. Or they’d say it was weird and they didn’t want to be friends anymore. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing them.

“You can tell us anything,” Sam said. “You know we won’t judge you.”

“Probably,” Tucker added, with a chuckle. Sam glared at him, but the effect was lessened by her smile.

Danny chuckled. “I know. You guys know my biggest secret. I trust you with my life,”

“Then what’s on your mind?” Tucker asked.

Danny took a deep breath. The smell of delicious Italian food grounded him, helped to pull him out of his head a little. He could do this. Jazz believed it would be okay, and he trusted her.

“I… have a crush.” Danny started. “On you.” He looked between the two of them. Tucker frowned.

“Man, I knew you two had a thing for each other, but I’m kinda third-wheeling it here.”

Danny clarified, “Both of you.” He hid his head in his hands. “Is that weird?” he mumbled into his hands.

Tucker sounded much more lively when he said, “Dude, it’s not just me? I’ve been into you two for ages, but I didn’t think I stood a chance.”

Danny unburied his head from his hands. Tucker and Sam both had huge grins on their faces.

“I’ve had a feeling you liked me ever since the Ember thing, and I like you too,” Sam said. “But I like Tucker too, and I didn’t feel right asking you on a date and leaving him out.”

Danny’s voice was cautious when he said, “So you both like me back? And each other? I hoped, but I didn’t think it would actually come true.” The room looked so much brighter after that revelation. His heart fluttered with excitement.

“Does that make this our first date?” Tucker asked as he speared a meatball with his fork.

Sam laughed, a pure, crystalline sound. “I think so!”

Danny couldn’t help but laugh too, overcome with unbridled joy. His two favorite people in the whole world wanted to be with him. Danny put his arm around their hips and pulled them both closer to him, sliding them along the booth until he was sandwiched between them. Sam turned bright red, and Tucker sputtered. But neither protested.

“That’s better,” Danny said. Sam snuggled her head into Danny’s side. Tucker put a hand on Danny’s thigh, the other hand still focused on his meal. “I love you guys.”

–

Danny flew through the roof of Sam’s house, startling her when he landed in her bedroom. Tucker was already there, laying beside her in bed. Their conversation stopped immediately when they saw him clutching his side, ectoplasm leaking between his fingers.

“Oh my God, Danny, what happened?” Sam exclaimed.

“Technus got a lucky shot in,” Danny grunted through the pain. “I got him though. Can you take a look at this?”

“Yeah, of course.” She cleared a space on the floor and put down a towel for Danny to lay on. She sat at his side, and Tucker kneeled beside him as well. As Sam examined his injury through the rip in his suit, Tucker held his hand and rubbed soothing circles with his thumb.

“How bad does it hurt?” Tucker asked softly.

“I’ve had worse,” Danny said. Sam prodded at the wound and Danny let out a small moan.

“You know I love hearing you moan, but not like this,” Tucker joked. Danny chuckled weakly.

“This is going to need stitches,” Sam said. “I’ll go get the supplies. Tuck, keep an eye on him.”

Danny groaned. He hated getting stitches, but he knew even with his enhanced healing, he would lose a lot of ectoplasm (or blood, if he transformed) if they didn’t stitch it up.

“It won’t take long, and you’ll feel better afterwards,” Tucker promised. He petted Danny’s head, running his fingers through his white hair.

“I know,” Danny said. He leaned into Tucker’s touch. “Thank you for being here. I know how much you hate hospitals.”

“Well, this isn’t a hospital,” Tucker pointed out. “It’s the sterile atmosphere I hate, not the medical procedures themselves. I’m okay. Just worried about you.”

“Well, I’ll be alright. You know me,” Danny said.

Sam reentered the room, medical supplies in hand. She sat down next to Danny and slid the zipper down his jumpsuit. She gently peeled back the suit to reveal a gnarly gash in his side. “Yeah, definitely needs stitches.” She gingerly applied a topical anesthetic to the wound.

“Don’t watch, you know it makes it worse,” Tucker said. “Look at me instead.”

Danny turned his head towards Tucker. He felt the needle pierce his skin, although the pain was dulled by the anesthetic. He winced. Tucker made a sympathetic face. He was so cute when he was worried, his brow furrowed, his mouth curled into a small frown. Danny winced again as he felt another prick of the needle.

“That’s it, you’re doing great,” Sam said as she carefully tended to the wound.

Danny turned to watch Sam as she worked, despite Tucker’s warning. He focused on her face, rather than her hands. Her hair was tied back, and she wore an expression of complete concentration. She was so caring, so sweet and loving when Danny was hurt. Even through the pain, Danny appreciated the care his girlfriend was showing him.

“There, all done,” she finally said. “You look like you could use some cuddles. Come on, let’s get you on the bed.”

Danny protested but when he moved, a jolt of pain shot through him. He allowed his partners to support him as he limped over to the bed.

Danny climbed into bed. Sam and Tucker carefully laid down on either side of him. Tucker nestled himself against Danny’s back. Sam snuggled up under the blanket, pressed up against Danny’s chest. Danny felt so warm with his two favorite people so close to him. It was a comforting kind of warmth, the kind that tells you that everything is going to be okay. And today, he believed it.

#Danny Phantom #Valentine's Core Exchange 2024 #eternal trio #danny x sam x tucker #creoastra #my writing

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cero-sleep · 22 days

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bythefurry · 1 year

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"vincent valentine is a prettyboy" vincent valentine is a BASEMENT DWELLER who HASN'T WASHED HIS HAIR in 30 YEARS

#my art #ffvii #vincent valentine #i like my sad boys who turn into werewolves gaunt and unsettling #my preferred design flavor for him is 'guy who used to be handsome until life hit him like a truck'#but also 'would clean up nicely in an old actress kind of way'#being eternally young doesn't mean he can't be allowed to look a little fucked up as a treat #yes this is my ffxiv blog no i don't draw enough non-ffxiv content to warrant reviving my main blog #i already barely draw ffxiv content!#i'm not much of a vii fan tbh but i love this completely optional guy who is never relevant to anything #even if he does have the worst shoes known to man #very fun shapes to work with tho

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the shape of my heart | Sterek | 4.8k

Summary: Stiles never thought he'd meet someone like Derek. Someone that was in a similar situation as he was - raising kids that weren't biologically his. It was even wilder because Derek was his god daughters first grade teacher and she was best friends with Derek's niece and nephew.

And Derek was hot. So hot that Stiles couldn't help ogling him every time they spent any amount of time around each other, including play dates and lunch in the school cafeteria with their kids. So Derek asking him out for Valentine's Day? That was just icing on the cake. Plus, Stiles was already head over heels for him.

Excerpt: Stiles stood and smiled at Derek. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Derek said softly, his smile reaching his eyes. And Stiles loved Derek’s eyes. They were green with bursts of gold and flecks of amber. Stiles wanted to stare into them for hours, but all they had were stolen moments like these.

“So, I’ll be back later with Hailey’s cupcakes. I need to go pick them up from the bakery.” Stiles pushed his hands into his pockets. “Did she get the Elsa cupcakes that she’s been talking about for weeks now?” Derek asked with a gentle laugh, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Absolutely.” Stiles chuckled. “She gets just about anything she wants as long as it’s nothing too crazy. Like, I’m not going to buy her a horse or anything. She can forget about that one as a birthday present.”

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#sterek #stiles/derek #derek x stiles #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #parent stiles stilinski #derek hale #derek/stiles #eternal sterek #sterek is eternal #sterek valentine event #teen wolf #tyler hoechlin #dylan obrien #mine #my fic #sterek fic #teacher derek hale #parent derek hale

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softquietsteadylove · 2 months

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Birdie, I've got an idea for Valentine's Day! 🖤✨

Jack is asking his uncle Gilgamesh for an advice for Valentine's Day. So he and Gil are baking heart shaped cookies for their loved ones. On Valentine's Day Jack is giving his cookies to Thena because he loves his aunt very much and Phastos is complaining because he doesn't get a single heart shaped cookie.

Hugs and Love🖤✨

"Did you find out who it is?"

"No," Phastos huffed, watching from around the corner as Jack held up a decorated cookie for Gil to examine and certify. "He won't tell me."

"Perhaps it's best left alone," Ben posited from his chair, much more relaxed than his husband. "If he's not ready to tell us, he's not ready. He is only 11, habibi."

"Exactly, he's just a kid," Phastos hissed back at his partner. He looked back into the kitchen, where Jack was trying to sneak another taste of icing. At least Gil had taken seriously that Jack could not eat that much raw egg safely. He could like the cookie dough spoon, that was it. "He's too young for this."

Ben sighed, shutting his book and standing to join his husband. He slid his hand up his back gently, "well, some humans develop those kinds of feelings early. It's probably just a little crush."

"Little crush my ass," Phastos grumbled in response. He looked at Ben, "he's my kid too, and Eternals love...intensely."

Ben simply nodded, knowing very well that every bond the Eternals had tended to span thousands of years.

"Why are you spying on them?"

"F-!" Phastos sucked his lip between his teeth before he could let out a curse that would rattle even his superpowered glass windows. He glared at his sister, "T, I swear to god, okay?"

"What?" the Warrior Eternal merely blinked at him, still soft around the edges from her nap. She looked into the kitchen as well. "They seem to be enjoying themselves. What is the occasion?"

"Valentine's?" Phastos prompted, only to be met with Thena's 'statue face'. He rolled his eyes, "poor Gil, stuck with you for every damn one of 'em."

Thena pursed her lips at her brother before reaching up and pinching his side. "I will have you know, Gilgamesh prefers to take the lead on such occasions. I participate--that is enough for him."

"I'm sure it is," Ben assuaged, eager to get in between the two immortal beings who bickered like children. "Jack asked Gil for help making the cookies just after you went back to your room."

"Hm," Thena tilted her head at the scene. "Gil often makes something for this day; there is no secret to it."

"Well, this time, there was," Phastos muttered darkly, back to spying. He glared as Jack laughed and Gil patted his shoulder. Phastos turned back to Ben, "he knows I'm his dad, right? We can help him with this stuff!"

"Phastos," his husband chided instead of comforted, back to rubbing his back. "This is what it's like for kids to have uncles and aunts. They get to enjoy their company in a way that's different from ours."

"You go ask," Phastos prompted, shoving Thena away from him and in the direction of the kitchen. She glowered at him for it.

"Ask what?" she seethed at him, raising her fist to punch him in return.

Ben slid in between them again, again trying to mediate their typical family squabbles. "Who the cookies are for. He wouldn't tell when Phastos asked."

"Hm," Thena blinked, but accepted conditions. She turned away from Ben and lowered her fist, "Jack?"

Phastos kissed Ben's temple, "good save."

"Aunt Thena, you're up!" he turned in his chair, getting up on his knees and leaning against the back of it to beam at her. "Did you have a nice sleep?"

"It was lovely," she smiled down at her precious human nephew. She tilted her head, admiring the bounty behind him. "You have been making confections."

"Uncle Gil!"

"It's okay buddy, it wasn't like we were gonna be able to keep 'em secret for long," Gil chuckled as he stood from his chair. He wrapped his arm around Thena's waist, pressing his forehead to hers. "Get some rest?"

"I did," she promised her own partner and husband as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Ahem!!!"

Both Eternals parted, glaring at their agitated brother briefly. Thena looked down at Jack, who was nibbling on his little lip. "Who shall receive your hard work, Jack?"

"Well," the boy fidgeted, his expression shy. His fathers held hands behind his uncle and aunt, but Jack stood from the chair and took Thena's hand. He pulled gently, guiding her to sit where he had been. He turned the plate, on which he had arranged all the heart shaped cookies into one big heart shape. "They're for you, Aunt Thena."

Thena blinked at the platter of cookies. They were all frosted, with varying degrees of colour and skill. They were soft, white sugar cookies with red icing on them. "Me?"

"Of course," Phastos huffed behind them, but was shushed by Ben.

"Valentine's is kinda cringe, but it doesn't have to be for, like, love-stuff," Jack shrugged. "At least that's what they said at school. They said we could do something for our favourite person."

"My own son," Phastos continued to lament.

"So," Jack looked up at Gil, who nodded for him to keep going. "I asked Uncle Gil if he would help me make some cookies for you. But I cracked the eggs perfect! And I decorated all of these ones."

Thena smiled, picking up one of the more grotesque, early experiments. She took a bite, smiling as she chewed the soft, buttery cookie. "They're perfect."

"Really?" Jack lit up.

"Partake in your spoils," she said as she handed him one. "Thank you, Jack. I daresay you are my favourite as well."

"Hey Jack," Phastos inched forward as his son wolfed down one of his own cookies. "Are any of those for your old man, maybe?"

Jack just stared. "You can ask Aunt Thena."

Phastos glared at her , though. "T, remember-"

"Ben may have some."

"Oh, come on!"

Gilgamesh stood aside, laughing at Thena's innate desire to be petty with their brother. He slapped the back of Phastos' shoulder as Ben did sneak in to steal one for himself. "I mean you should've seen that coming, man."

"You guys are married," Jack gesticulated, pointing at the two couples in front of him respectively. "You got each other stuff for today, right? You don't need me to do anything."

Phastos continued to pout about how his own child made his sister cookies but none for him. But Ben smiled, "that's right, we did get each other gifts for today. It was very nice of you to make something for your Aunt Thena, Jack."

Thena moved from the chair to let Jack sit again, "but I shall need help eating all these. Jack, if you would be so kind...?"

"Sure!" It didn't take much to convince him.

Ben led Phastos into the living room to nurse his wounds, while Gil pulled Thena to his side again, further up the table. She sighed as he pressed his lips to her cheek, "is this what you did all afternoon?"

"Yep," Gil whispered. "I think he waited for you to have a nap so he could surprise you."

"It's rather sweet," she smiled at the image of her nephew enjoying a few more cookies. She looked down at this plate, decorated significantly differently. "And these?"

"For you," her lover confirmed, holding one up to display the meticulous design he'd made. "It's Australia!"

It looked like a smear of dirt in a sea of blue.

"Don't worry, I made my own preparations for today," he whispered before nipping at her ear, promising fun more than just some cookies.

"Hm," Thena purred, allowing him to kiss behind her ear and down her neck in their small window of privacy. "You do love this particular occasion."

"Damn right I do," he said against the soft skin of her shoulder, just inside the collar of her dress. "An excuse to lavish my wife with gifts and attention? And make love like wild animals-"

"AHEM!!!"

Gil sighed as he pulled away from her to also glare at Phastos, "what, dude?--don't you also have lavishing to do?"

"Not in the kitchen I don't," Phastos snapped with his hands on his hips. "None of us are having a romantic time until 9 o'clock anyway."

That was Jack's bed time.

"So we're gonna go out for a nice family dinner instead," he declared firmly, as if it were a mission order, and not an invitation to a nice restaurant. He slapped his coat over his arm, "and you two are gonna behave!"

"We always behave," Gil rolled his eyes, following Phastos into the living room and front hall to also retrieve his and Thena's coats.

"Nuh-uh, no, I mean it Gil," Phastos snapped in his brother's face as they both glared at each other amidst helping their partners into their own coats. "No ooey-gooey eyes, no playing footsies under the table, no sneakin' off to the bathroom."

"What if he has to go?" Jack asked much more innocently as he retrieved his own coat. He smiled as Thena held it out for him the same way Gil had done for her.

"That's not-" Phastos sighed, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. "Okay, never mind, family dinner, let's go."

#Thenamesh and Jack #family valentines!!!#thank you Love this is such a sweet idea #of course Jack would make something for his favourite aunti!#Phastos is like my own kid doesn't love me that's fine #Ben just rolls his eyes because maybe all Eternals are drama queens #Phastos and Ben are out here worrying Jack has a crush #meanwhile he's a literal child and he's like no it's still gross when you guys kiss no thank you #they do go to dinner #Thena and Jack go halfsies on his kids spaghetti and her risotto #but she does accept the bites of steak and asparagus Gil offers her #every time the poor server asks how everything is she looks him dead in the eyes and says #it's nothing like my husband's cooking but it is edible #Phastos: don't mind her I swear I'll tip thank you #Jack goes to bed with a tummy ache #because he ate seven cookies #three in the afternoon and four when no one was looking #and Thena doesn't get up until noon the next day and the bed is in literal pieces #Gil: fun family trip to Ikea yay! :D #Phastos: I hate both of you

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samantabrzozowska · 2 months

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"You love me even when you don't want it!"

~ Sam

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#me #myself #my self photos #my selfie #my face #my art blog #lingerie girl #cute girl #sweet girl #skinny girl #big kid #magnus chase and #child of paradise #childhood dreams #spirituality of the eternal child of paradise #valentine's day #god loves you #my self love

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rad-roche · 2 years

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if you're still taking asks, are there any interesting nick/dima similarities you've noticed so far? :)

this one is an obvious choice, but their voice! and the way it's presented is clever and fun, i really dig it. adds a cool layer that's easy to overlook

so nick valentine's whole deal is that he's a machine borrowing the personality of a man, we all know the backstory, but over the course of the game and your time playing fallout 4 you discover he's a warm, very human, character. it's easy to distinguish him between the waves upon waves of same-faced synths you gun down on your way to your next quest marker. eventually, that they're the 'same' ceases to register. nick is nick and the synths are the synths, and a lot of that has to do with his voice (and excellent vocal performance by stephen russel!)

DiMA speaks in a flatter, more muted tone. he’s soft-spoken. he's still expressive, but even at his most emotional, he doesn't ever reach the bitter indignation of nick's 'that's ours' speech. he is also, crucially, played by the same actor, and is just similar enough to nick in tone that you’ll probably notice and go ‘oh, neat’.

meeting DiMA and hearing how he speaks recontextualizes nick. specifically, the idea that nick valentine is doing an impression of himself and he’s aware of it. all the parts that go into making up speech, all those variables — mouth, lips, tongue, larynx— no longer exist in a machine. valentine is working from radically different hardware and memories of how he should sound, layered on top of what would appear to be a preset of some kind. and i think that plays into his immediate dislike of DiMA, as an (unfair) externalization of his self-loathing. it’s one thing to know you’re borrowing a voice, it’s another to be reminded that you’re not doing a great job of it.

#thanks for the question! that gave me a lot to chew on #nick valentine #DiMA #fallout 4 #fo4 #far harbor #don't take this as canon i just think they're some cool ideas :>#nick's eternal paradox! his voice is 'his' in that it is and 'not his' in that it's not #his nature is irreconcilable. closure is a bitter dream. like to slap his bald head. reblog to slap his bald head.#fallout #total aside nick going full I Am So Fucking Mad Right Now at the sight of DiMA is one of my favourite character beats for him #it would have been easy to make him warm and understanding but look sometimes the good solid guy is going to lose his shit #people are complicated #edit: fixed the va's name. whoops!

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