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tba.
------𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎.------
wolf spider ops / red room / earth 616 original character
5 Favorite Characters of Westworld. ↳ 4. Hector Escaton
I believe that only the truly brave can look at the world and understand that all of it… Gods, men, everything else… Will end badly. No one will be saved.
Please… make her stop. I beg you.
MICHIEL HUISMAN as Jonathan – Wild (2014).
THE SUIT OF THE WOLF WIDOWER.
the wolf spider ops program was not in existence long enough to garner formally issued wet ops uniforms or suits, and thus cézar was left to his own devices to compose one. heavily inspired by military tactical gear of varying origins, cézar’s suit claims practicality above all else.
gloves, jacket, vest, pants, & boots.
balaklava, worn without the pilot goggles and headgear.
under armor protection beneath all layers to keep him cool, dry, & light.
black shirt (long-sleeved) beneath the jacket and vest, climbing belt with various pouches (ammunition, tools), thigh holster.
*note, there are typically 3 knives stashed on his person in various places.
my muse is going to walk into a certain death. send a symbol for their final message to your muse.
📲 for a TEXT. 📞 for a VOICEMAIL. 💌 for a LETTER. 📹 for a PRE-RECORDED VIDEO.
daniwrit·:
This wasn’t her first rodeo nor would it be her last. Since she was a child, Sombra had found her way into the most questionable of places with even more questionable people. Still, the girl found a way to make herself of value to the world. Hacking into police systems, moving on to large corporations and now —- now she wants to know who truly holds the strings.
There were no allegiances in this world. Not when people come and go so easily and be bought and sold, or blackmailed into submission. It was too easy to bend someone to her will in the cruelest manners and she’d do it all with a smile on her face. Fingers reach up to her lips to remove the lollipop from her mouth with a loud pop.
❛ Oh? ¿Me estabas esperando? You should have said something, ❜ the hacker stands upright, arms stretched out before her head and slowly released back down. ❛ What? You should have said something earlier. ❜ She laughed childishly for a moment before rolling her eyes, ❛ Relax, I’m finished. We can go now if you’re ready. ❜ Her hands move to display a screen projected from her watch to show the blueprint of their next hit to prove her point.
“ i did. ” and by that he meant just now. honey eyes flash from the hacker to her rig ---whatever quick set up it was in whatever shady place this was. he didn’t mind it. shady places had become something of the norm for him. back alley jobs, wallowing in literal muck and filth chasing jobs down when they tried to bury themselves in shit like the worms they were ... this was high class compared to those instances. when he shifted it was to cross his arms, to relax more comfortably against the frame of the door.
perhaps he should have been at least a little bothered by the mystery shrouding his present company. anyone else might have attempted to look a bit more closely into whatever information was available. she’d passed cézar’s vetting ---which wasn’t saying much. trust was not easily afforded, ever. always expect the unexpected and you’d never be surprised ... he knew she could do the job, was more than capable for it. anything beyond that was a wildcard ( and truly part of the appeal ). what was life without a little risk, gamble, chance? she could always surprise him the nice way, right?
he nodded at the flash of the blueprints, untucked his arms from their comfortable place and stepped back to empty the doorway with a gesture. “ after you, сомбра. ”
chetyrevdova·:
FOUR TIMES A WIDOW, THIS IS LIKE A REFLEX TO HER. training, the moves, the familiar dance that comes from ballet and training and how similar they are. they are all leading to one finishing move. widow’s grip is tight around his neck, and elbow props her over the ground to have a better look at the man, a grin peaking through her lips, amused at his words. “it takes the fun out of this, no? if you would enjoy it.”
but she won’t kill him. no. this isn’t what she will do. instead she slowly releases his neck and shifts so her body would end on the widow’s pose. “again?”
“ извините, я не понимала, что это должно было быть для вас развлечением, матрона. ” each word comes out with a huff of effort until the inevitable release of her thighs ---the vice. all at once what was left in his lungs rushes out and maksim is quick to prop himself onto his elbow. perfect poise. if any part of him had autonomy he’d wonder what horror it took to keep someone so loyally tied to this place. but that part of him had been drowned out, programmed away with false memories of a childhood he’d never lived. a name he did not know ---but he did.
there’s an agility to his roll, the way he takes himself from a position of possible defeat back to the balls of his feet, a poise afforded to only their kind. and this was the red room. he’d keep coming back for punishment until he couldn’t any more ---but he’d make the best of it. “ please, ma’am. да. ”
gcroinya·:
@wolfwidower· // Nonverbal RP Starters // not accepting ———— 🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention
HER FIGHT IS NOT OVER ; minor setbacks carved in her skin are not enough to keep her still. she fights the need to slink back and succumb; beads of sweat form on her forehead in the process, hair clinging to it when she shifts and turns. her veins full of fire and rage, and sheer determination to stand up and go back. to stand up and fight, and this time do it BETTER.
he is her obstacle. his touch on her shoulder —— gentle yet determined —— grants the man a look that can only be translated as ‘touch me again and you will not have a hand’. and yet no matter how strong the mind, her muscles fall in sync with his and she feels that betrayal when she leans back against the couch and feels relief in the marrows of her bones. she needs the rest, her body does, but she does not want it.
( natalia romanova can not be subdued. )
❝ it’s just a scratch, ❞ she announces, hand ghosting over her side where warmth slowly pools underneath her clothes. it’s not enough to render her completely useless, but even in her fight she knows that she might need a couple of stitches before springing up on her feet. but she can do that herself too —— always did. ❝ just give me the needle, i’ll take care of it. ❞
“ перестань быть таким упрямым. ” it eases from his lips like honey, seeping almost as intently as her wound. he will not be rough with her ---these instances never required a rough hand, but even the most willful of people forced that route sometimes. cézar was patient. “ it’s not just a scratch, it’s a gash, natalia. ” lips pressed into a thin line, eyes darted from her side to seek her own hues and, as if a look could communicate better what his words could not, he simply watched her.
he’d never admit that the gaze transferred from his own sweet, brown eyes to her determined ones was something akin to soft reasoning. she could call it pleading if it would do any good.
“ do you want sloppy stitches? this is a shitty angle to sew yourself. just let me do it, and then you can go back to being a hellion. ” he wouldn’t be in the way of that. if she wanted to dismantle heaven to get revenge on her target he’d merely watch ---be there to stitch up the next gash, if it happened. it’s what comrades did, right? though cézar wouldn’t ask if she’d do the same. it wasn’t a question he needed answered. it didn’t matter. fingers gently tugged at the fabric of her body suit, peeling it from oozing blood.
“ in a miraculous change of events, i’m going to ask you to take at least the top half of this off. and i’m not even joking about it sexually. ” a lame attempt at humor, at least to perhaps alleviate the tension from his concern. “ пожалуйста, наташа. ”
Let me be REAL CLEAR about an important and very fucking strict rule on my blog that i take very seriously:
if i reblog a meme, you are 300% allowed to send me memes.
I do not secretly wish YOU personally would not send me one.
I do not care if we have a thread already or if you sent 10 memes yesterday.
I am a big girl. I am a grown up. I can set my own boundaries. If I don’t want more memes, I won’t reblog them. Or I’ll tell you guys to pause on sending memes for a while while I catch up.
I love hoarding memes. I love getting memes from everyone. Even if I didn’t answer the last five you sent me, you might send me ONE today that I have an idea for immediately.
If you sent me a meme I didn’t answer, I probably just didn’t have an idea right away. But it’s NEVER EVER BECAUSE I DON’T WANT YOU TO SEND ME MEMES.
Please always send the meme. I do not secretly hate you. If I follow you I want to write with you. If I didn’t want to write with you, I would soft block you. If we are mutuals I want to write. If we already have a verse, I want another one. If we have a thread, I want five more. If I reblogged a meme, I want memes.
REBLOG IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH JUMPING AROUND IN THREADS/PLOTS. sometimes it can take ages to get from point a to point b and half the fun is the journey. but sometimes it fun to explore different aspects of a plot. flashfowards, flashbacks, parts of the plot you have discussed but haven’t reached yet. It’s so fun to explore every part of a plot and have multiple threads in different places in a plot. Or sometimes different memes you sent/receive may not fit the point in the plot you are at right now, but fit a flashback or flashfoward. So reblog if you are okay with having different threads in different points in the plot.
ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.
cézar gaspar madeira.
gcroinya·:
↳ [ сообщение ;; мадейра ] cézar, dear, is that meant to entice me? ↳ [ сообщение ;; мадейра ] or do you want a pat on the back for taking a shower? ;)
[SMS: N.R.]: Neither. It’s meant to express how comfortable I am: warm, clean, and filling my belly in a comfortable spot. [SMS: N.R.]: But my, someone’s feeling their self importance, aren’t they?
gcroinya·:
↳ [ сообщение ;; мадейра ] and yet it still doesn’t feel like losing ;) ↳ [ сообщение ;; мадейра ] i’m eating pizza in bed ↳ [ сообщение ;; мадейра ] call me when you can beat that
[SMS: N.R.]: Very bold of you to assume I am not also eating pizza in bed. [SMS: N.R.]: Fresh out of the shower, even.