sunset for humanity.

Indie Pvt. Wyatt from Wolfenstein. Written by Fish.

[privateoptimism]

like-a-deer​:

Wow, he had a great smile. She couldn’t help catch it out of the corner of her eye when she tuned in to his words.  

 “Of course you will! You’d look pretty in anything.” Oh now he was just trying to be nice.

She studied an invisible person in the mirror, trying to map how tall most of the others were compared to her as a sigh escaped her. 

“I’m so much shorter than all of them..”

It’s going to look like take your child to work day. She just knew it. Jasmine just slid the jacket on over her shirt for the moment; taking in the sight of it. 

It was clear she was lacking in confidence. How she couldn’t see the amazing, beautiful woman that he saw, Wyatt didn’t know, but he felt it was his duty to try and help her see.

“I think you’re just perfect. You know what they say: too much of a good thing is... bad... for you...” He couldn’t help but cringe as he heard the words come out. It sounded much better in his head. Better move on and pretend that never happened, for his own sake. “W-why don’t you try it on, and I’ll show you how to put on the tie?”

[privateoptimism]

okay so i think i have all my drafts done! finally amirite. heres a list of all the things i have. no pressure - its just been a while and thought id gather it all up for easy reference in case theres anything I missed or anything yall wanna grab!

@luckyclxver​ - bad flirting @masterminding-my-manners​ - pots and pains @the-wxlf-is-back​ - bad threats @smartvulpix​ (tagging your main as to not clog all your blogs’ feeds!) - love caught, new suit, friendly face, sleepy @one-man-war-machine​ - sick and tired

[masterminding-my-manners]

@privateoptimism continued from here

He couldn’t help a stifled chuckle at the sight as he strode over,  grabbing some of the mess and stacking them on the island counter; talking in a low voice to himself. 

“I’m gonna have to talk to the heisters about booby-trapping the fuckin’ cabinets again.”

Either Jimmy or Sydney had put away the dishes, apparently. Maybe Bodhi. Maybe Chains.. Hell it could’ve been several of them if he was honest. 

“You alright?”

[privateoptimism]

A hand reached up and rubbed at his head, already able to feel a prominent bump. Yeah, that’s gonna hurt for a good while. He held up a wobbly thumbs up in response. 

Another groan, this one of pain and humiliation, before he spoke. "I don't even remember why I came up here." The words came out in a disorientated mumble.  Something in him told him that this wasn't good, but the throbbing headache made it impossible to place why.

[the-wxlf-is-back-blog]

A small smirk. 

Well, he had them there; communication didn’t seem to be the PAYDAY gang’s strong suit. “Not enough, clearly.”

“There are over twenty of us. If we aren’t on a job together we might not receive word as fast as we should.”  Although he did hear a kid was in the safehouse, he wasn’t sure of a name. “Wyatt, then? Alright.. Name’s John Wick. I go by either.”

Wick wasn’t afraid to speak honestly with him, though. 

“Put that away, Wyatt. I’m not going to hurt you. If I wanted to I’d have already shot you.”

[privateoptimism]

There was a small sigh of relief at the older man agreeing with his criticism. Least he wasn’t going to get shot over a snide comment. It seemed Wick was one of the more civil members of the gang, willing to talk him down rather than immediately attack. He was almost certain he’d have lost if it came to that.

With that in mind and Wick’s reassurance, Wyatt hesitantly lowered the knife, though not letting it leave his hand. “Just let me go. Let me go and you’ll never hear from me again - I’ll keep quiet. I know how to keep a secret.”

Though that last statement was true, whether he’d keep quiet was a matter of whether or not his conscience would allow him to let these criminals go unpunished for their crimes. Probably not. But Wick didn’t need to know that.

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[privateoptimism]

luckyclxver​:

She smirked. 

He was kind of cute the way he’d fallen for her. “No, it’s cute.. I think she might bite a line like that.” 

She leaned on the wall, crossing her arms. “So.. It’s that serious, is it?”

His face lit up at her reassurance, full of hope and hopeless romanticism. Oh, how wonderful it would be if she’d like it. Not that he’d have the courage to ask her out, let alone be bold and and try to be smooth about it. Plus, there was the whole hostage thing... “I guess so. It... Gosh, she’s just so nice, and- and her smile! Oh, it could light up even the darkest of rooms. I could sit and listen to her talk all day.” With this confession, his face turned an even deeper red, embarrassed to admit it. But the cheerful expression was quickly replaced with one of fear. “She- she doesn’t know, does she? Oh, please don’t tell her!”

[privateoptimism]

//GUESS WHO FINALLY PLAYED AND FINISHED TNC BAYBEEEEEEE!!!

[privateoptimism]

//Look. I am hella keen for Youngblood. Blazko’s babbys are gonna make him proud and please please PLEASE tell me we get to see some Uncle Wyatt/Fergus. But I still haven’t played TNC and that devastates me as I can’t play Youngblood till I’ve played TNC and aaaaaaaaaaa

[rapierblack]

[one-man-war-machine]

*Clicks weapon* 

“Who’s out here threatening the boy? I’m gonna have to talk with them.”

[wehaveaprxblem]

*Screams, running to hide in the nearest bomb shelter*

[privateoptimism]

doesn’t say anything cause he’s fuckin dead

[bensonstablers]

#are you kidding me? #is he even real?

[privateoptimism]

//so whilst I was over here cleaning up my multimuse, I debated with myself as to whether I should add my New Ve//gas: Dead Money oc. Been talking about her to some friends and doing stuff with her. In the end I figured why not? Been a while since I did something oc related that wasn’t in a dead fandom.  it’s not entirely finished, but the basics are there. feel free to ask questions - I love blabbering on about my characters!

[privateoptimism]

//Anyone who compliments Wyatt’s eyes is officially banned

[zenithbold-blog]

@privateoptimism got Alex Mercer & Street Fight because SOMEONE doesn’t want to play by the rule: Eric Johnson.

“ Take a step back. “ Alex doesn’t like the looks of this kid. A military vibe and goo-goo eyes that made memories of marines and Blackwatch alike bubble to the surface, they registered as both prey and not-prey. Frustrating. Though they have a gun on him, Mercer knows he won’t be able stomach consuming them too. Doesn’t mean he won’t break a few bones if they decide that they don’t want to let him loose to wreck more havoc.  “ Nothing’s gonna kill me, nothing’s gonna stand in my way. “

[privateoptimism]

Oh, geez; you really got yourself in quite the mess this time, Wyatt! Though in obvious distress, he stood his ground, the gun trained on the stranger before him. He’d heard enough to know this was probably a suicidal move but he just couldn’t let him go. They’d only hurt more people, and it’d be on his conscience. “No! Stay back, you m-monster!”

[memesandthings]

SEND A NUMBER FOR MY MUSE TO DO THE FOLLOWING:

1 ⊱ my muse makes/buys breakfast for yours.

2 ⊱ my muse drunkenly flirts with yours.

3 ⊱ my muse accidentally spills a drink on yours.

4 ⊱ my muse has to share a taxi with yours.

5 ⊱ my muse tells yours an embarrassing story.

6 ⊱ my muse greets yours after two years apart.

7 ⊱ my muse calls or visits your muse in a panic.

8 ⊱ my muse angrily shouts at yours.

9 ⊱ my muse attempts to get your muse’s attention.

10 ⊱ my muse is crying and is caught by yours.

11 ⊱ my muse accidentally walks in on yours changing.

12 ⊱ my muse doesn’t remember who your muse is.

13 ⊱ my muse asks your muse for a favor.

14 ⊱  my muse wakes up beside yours.

15 ⊱ my muse suddenly feels sick while hanging out with yours.

16 ⊱ my muse accidentally butt-dials your muse.

17 ⊱ my muse dances with yours.

18 ⊱ my muse tries on your muse’s clothing.

19 ⊱ my muse surprises your muse.

20 ⊱ my muse takes care of your inebriated muse.

[privateoptimism]

“jesus fucking christ.” //long time no see! sorry about that.//

In the safehouse kitchen was a pile of pots and pans. Underneath this pile, his head sticking out from where he was leaning against the counter, was Wyatt. The poor boy was moaning in pain.Was it his fault? No. All he did was open the top cupboard. The only mistake he made was not knowing that Jimmy had decided to ‘help out’ by emptying the dishwasher but decided half way through that he just didn’t want to anymore and shoved everything away into that same cupboard.

[privateoptimism]

(wehaveaprxblem) “just come here.” (Boy we gon' have a sitdown I saw your puppy eyes at Jasmine. lmao)

@wehaveaprxblem

He didn’t want to. He really didn’t want to go anywhere near that man, the man he’d helped only to get kidnapped. His snide remark regarding being tossed in a van didn’t seem to deter the other from asking for his presence however, so rather than anger the man Wyatt decided to reluctantly join him. He made his displeasure very clear as he sat down, not even bothering to ask what it was he wanted from him.