ME, MISS? NAH, NEVER.

[lefteyee]

independent floyd prince lawton aka deadshot of dc comics’ suicide squad. his story is as told by gullah juba. 28yr old black-american mun. est. private role-play blog that is bound to have content unsuitable for minors. don’t follow if any of what was stated here applies to you. the portrayal you’ll read here is primarily based from the first ss film with outside influences to make him pop to my liking.

[memetaped]

squid game taken from the tv show.

you know how bad this thing could get?

goodness, what a trooper. look at you.

let’s get you washed up before anything else.

you’ve been dozing off.

here, take this for the bus ride home.

tell me your name, sweetie.

that jacket is way too light for this cold.

stop arguing with me.

we need to lower your fever.

let’s try to stay on subject.

can you still trust anybody to be good, even after everything you’ve been through?

stop giggling, asshole.

hey, kid, you okay?

i can handle this alone.

let me go, damn it!

this isn’t the way to handle things.

how’d you hurt your face like that?

listen, you don’t trust people here because you can. you do it because you don’t have anybody else.

hey, you okay? hey, wake up.

it wasn’t for free. you can pay me back tomorrow.

i got scared. i thought you were gone for good.

when? when did you get hurt?

this brings back old memories.

we’re in hell here. there’s no rules in hell.

what a rude little brat.

it’ll be nice to have a little extra company around for dinner for a change.

you betrayed me. now you’re going to die.

look at that. there’s someone who cares.

how can you call yourselves human?

you made all this a good experience.

just leave me. i’ll be okay.

get your fucking hands off me right now!

why are you in such a hurry?

that game is for little children.

you should go and rest.

don’t any of you want to leave this horrible place?

this is a bunch of bullshit!

it’ll be okay once you get some rest.

what? no ice cream for you, little man?

you don’t know anything.

no, no, it’s fine. i’m fine.

don’t do it. that isn’t you.

we should really know about each other, build up a little trust, okay?

let’s stop. i’m too tired.

just stop it with this bullshit.

you pull anything on me, i’ll rip your fucking throat wide open, and that’s that.

how can i trust someone like you, scumbag?

it’s okay. hey. everything’s okay.

i did everything you said to.

[lefteyee]

MUSE  SURVEY :   BATTLE  EDITION

BOLD  what  consistently  applies,  italicize  situational  /  not  always. (  ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ,  ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ  ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ!  )

fight honorably  / fight dirty / prefer close - quarters /  prefer range /  chat during /  go silent  /  low pain tolerance  / high pain tolerance /  attack in bursts  / attack steadily  /  go for the kill  / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first /  provoked easily   /  provoke their opponent / tease /  get visibly frustrated /  shout while attacking  / use strategy  /  focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  / rush in recklessly  /  try to read their opponent before fighting  /  fight wildly  /  fight calmly and/or apathetically / fight with anger  /  fight with excitement /  fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds  /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another /   prefer a blade  /  prefer a gun  /  prefer to use their ability / prefer a bow / prefer a shield  /  prefer a pole arm  /  prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  /  prefer brawling  /  their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental  / their greatest weakness is emotional  /  transform for battle  /  fight as they appear  / rely on strength / rely on speed  / use everything they have  /  hide their full potential /  exhaust quickly  /  high stamina  /  doubt their strength  / proceed with caution  / behave arrogantly  / brag after landing a hit /  belittle their abilities  /  use psychological tactics  / use brute strength  /  avoid civilians   /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings  / avoid damaging surroundings  /  signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset /  learning their skillset  /  fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter  /  elegant fighter /  accept defeat  / refuse defeat /  beg for mercy  /  compliment their opponent  / insult their opponent /  use unnecessary movements  ( flips,  twirls )  / move efficiently /  barely move  / prefer to dodge  / prefer to block  / defend their blindside  /  has no blindside  / use all available advantages  ( ex :  use a gun but also throw punches,  kick out while blades clash,  etc. ) /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  / hold back / fight ruthlessly  / show mercy  /  wait for opponent to be ready  / strike when opponent isn’t ready /  fear death  /  fear pain  /  fear killing  / has ptsd /  avoid fighting  / has lost a fight /  has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill  / want to die standing  /  would succumb slowly

tagged by: stolen from @falsedking tagged: @fallesto @ignisfire @dosdeux @valkyrjatm  @kngshrk @ecoterrors @rodentes @aquaslads @arrowbled @hariolor​

[bensonhurstbullet]

let’s keep it real, there’s not really memes where criminal muses can be unapologetically who they are, so here’s some prompts that can be used as drabbles, as threads, or starters. some of these work for law enforcement muses too!

if ‘your muse’/’my muse’ confuses you, just feel free to edit this and type in the name of the muses for the role you deem appropriate.  

TW: for murder, kidnapping, torture & stalking.

[ new identity ] after a botched job, our muses try to assume a new identity in a new location.

[ bribe ] with good money, my muse convinces your muse to look the other way when it comes to illegal activities.

[ murder ] your muse witnesses my muse committing a murder.

[ who are you? ] my muse (civilian) asks your muse (criminal) about their double life.

[ cleaner ] your muse is a crime affiliated cleaner my muse calls to clear the evidence of a scene.

[ neighbors ] your muse (civilian) lives next door to my muse (criminal). one day, your muse sees something shocking through the window.

[ money’s good ] your muse convinces my muse to do a job with them.

[ wash up ] my muse is caught in the bathroom washing the blood from them by your muse. 

[ massacre ] my muse is the sole survivor of an assassination placed on their family and is taken in by your muse. 

[ sellout ] my muse (civilian) contacts your muse (law enforcement) to provide information on the gangster in their life.

[ knife ] my muse threatens your muse at knifepoint for information. 

[ kidnap ] my muse is abducted by your muse because they belong to a prestigious (crime) family.

[ steal ] your muse steals something from my muse.

[ interrogate ] my muse (law enforcement) interrogates your muse about their crime affiliation.

[ watch out! ]my muse narrowly saves your muse from being shot. 

[ loss ] our muses reconnect during a funeral.

[ hostage ] in a police standoff, my muse holds your muse hostage.

[ hideout ] after a job, our muses lay low in a new town. 

[ getaway ]in the midst of a chase, the car of our muses break down.

[ stalk ] my muse (a detective/a rival criminal) is paid to keep a close eye on your muse (a gangster/a gangster’s significant other/a gangster’s child).

[ work ] your muse works at a business where gangsters frequent. you decide to get closer to my muse, one of the gangsters who come in, to see what really happens in the back.

[ undercover ] my muse (law enforcement) enters the criminal underworld to get close to your muse.

[hcrlz-deactivated20220318]

“  why  can’t  a  GAL  be  nice  to  a  guy  without  some  mook  tryin’  to  murder  her?   ”

@lefteyee​ ( one-liner )

[lefteyee]

     complaining, this early in the morning? he groans and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. his headache was kicking him in the ass, and telling from the pain in his back, he likely slept in an awkward position on the old hotel couch. last night was a long one and today was not going to serve them any favors. “ quinn, have you ever thought to yourself that a question like that is asking a lot, from someone in your position? ” black combat boots casually kicked over the large pizza box from the coffee table and rested there, one crossed over the other. his hands interlocked behind his bald head on the leather backrest, as he gazes up at the cracked ceiling. they paid their way again for another sorry-ass hotel, hiding out like roaches with the rats in crack-funky rooms ( he had no doubt in his mind the previous occupants were drug users ). it bugged him not to be able to sleep on a good mattress, without worries for lice sucking his blood like he was kool-aid fountain. the evil of taking up with the drastic living situation was a necessary step to their survival though, so he tried to keep his bitching to a minimum. when you’re harley, she pretty much can carry the bitching for any parties involved if she wanted to.

@hcrlz

[wrenhavenriver]

Injustice 2 (2017)

[weltenwellen]

You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger (via weltenwellen)

[shokuto]

I simply, could not help myself

[lefteyee]

“ we have been abandoned. ”

     “ we? shiiiiieet. ” floyd’s reflection chuckles with him as he pops his coat collar in the dingy mirror. he appreciated the nice joke to break the tension in the fetid air. it was becoming increasingly harder to breathe, and the rancid odor added to his silent suffering. there’s no telling where they were or who even put them there, but it must’ve been work of the devil, because why in the hell would anybody want to throw him in a hellhole, alone, with lunatic like him? fuck that. he don’t even think amanda waller is that much of a bitch to pair him up with a man like this. then again, she was special class of bitch. “ look at you, show-off. i’ve done some jobs in france, but never bothered to learn much of the language. we? haha. okay, joker. i’ll tell you one thing though: i’m getting up on outta this shit-hole. i got things to do. ” 

@fallesto /  hotel rwanda prompt

[lefteyee]

“ anyway, this is business. ”

     he finally relaxes when he hears this. from how feral she initially approached him, he assumed she assumed he might’ve killed one of her precious cats. he saw that wasn’t case. selina seemed to have composed herself before letting her lips communicate with him better than her body language did. “ thank you,” deadshot placed his leg over the other on the glass coffee table. “ i’d be on the verge of a breakdown if it wasn’t. ” he wasn’t sure if that was a joke or not. it could very well be a serious statement. if it is not about keeping his pockets fatter than the wall (amanda), then he wouldn’t be interested. what other business would he have if it is not about dead presidents? nonetheless, he grins good-naturedly and puts away his gun in his chest holster.

@pssywhip / hotel rwanda prompt

[pssywhip]

@lefteyee liked this !

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖞 from afar. analyzing his gait and weapons. figuring out how safe it would be to approach her wanted ally. she could say that no vigilante is the same. however, the all carried a familiar anger inside them. a penchant for 𝙲 𝙷 𝙰 𝙾 𝚂 that they all disguised as revenge. making up her mind , selina jumped down from her perch and landed behind him. " isn't it a little late to be walking alone ? or were you hoping for this kitty cats company ? "

[lefteyee]

     it’s that feeling you have when you’re being watched that had the hairs on the nape of his neck sticking out on high alert. flirting around with danger and death on the daily tend to give the supernatural-like sense to understand the environment like one possessed a intimate relationship with it. though, he hasn’t ascertain if his stalker was an admirer in need to confess some feelings or a someone that needed to be taken out of the equation of the living, or maybe both. deadshot can’t say how many times aspiring marksmen took inspiration after the deadliest sniper in the world and tried to take him out the game to mark their preeminence. whoever this was can act a fool if they want to.

     he didn’t have to wait to long. the stalker must’ve figured they had him where they wanted him. which would have been odd had the snowy season did not lessen the traffic on the usually congested block. this part of downtown is typically popping with pedestrian activity. it’s the district that appealed to the middle and the rich because it hosted a bunch of high-end clothing and luxurious jewelry brand stores. 

     it would be a couple of months before his birthday but there has been a particular forty-something thousand dollar watch with pretty diamond and ruby spheres that moved on their own accord around the dial like pinballs, with each walk the wearer took. it was such a icy piece that scream coldblooded. a perfect match for the tastes of floyd lawton. after all the hard work he put in he deserved to splurge a little, and perhaps cop a new pair of shoes for daddy because, that, he needed too. and that’s why he wasn’t about to get laid out and make a bloody snowman on the concrete tonight. 

     when he spun around with the quickness, that’s not the only thing that turned with him. his left arm had dropped a kay jeweler bag and before it hit the end of the corner of the block he reached, his arm snaked into his trench coat to pull his little buddy that tagged along and aimed his reliable 9mm directly at the mystery person’s dome. as the identity was revealed to him, clear shock registered on his face. “ you? ” was he all he could ask. 

    word on the streets was that the fire of this chick was snuffed out and her body was left somewhere in the gutter. it was unreal to a lot of the criminal elements that have grown to respect and admire catwoman. she was elusive, cunning, and kept those nine lives of hers safe. up until someone took all nine and sent her to an unmarked grave. as far as he was concerned, this was a ghost that appeared before him. his gun would do him no good if that’s what this was. “ i’m not for the spooky pet cemetery shit tonight. is you real? ”

@pssywhip​ 

[fuckyeahbatmanvillains]

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[weltenwellen]

And putting yourself on the line is like killing a piece of yourself, in the sense that you have to kill, end, destroy something familiar and dependable, so that something new can come in ourselves, in our world.

Audre Lorde, found in What is Found There: Notebooks on Poetry and Politics by Adrienne Rich (via weltenwellen)

[liftededits]

Cause every little thing, is gonna be alright.

[deadshotss87]

Suicide Squad #9

Written by Tom Taylor

Art by Bruno Redondo

Variant cover by Travis Moore

This issue, it’s the shocking death of Deadshot! The man who never misses has been on the front lines of Task Force X since its inception—bomb in his neck, gun in his hand. He’s seen teammates blow up and countries fall. He’s faced down heroes and villains alike. Now the Suicide Squad has one final mission: bring down the man who enslaved them, then put a bounty on their heads when they escaped: Ted Kord. But to finish the job, the world’s deadliest assassin will have to do the one thing he’s never done for the cause: die!

In stores September 22, 2020.

[lefteyee]

“ i think they mean to kill us. ”

    floyd wondered just what the hell two-face did to make these people so mad. they have been in one literal hell of a love affair between an array of bullets in the mansion for over the past two hours now. the carnage saw to it that mercenaries, gangstas, and assassins alike met the creator in possibly the hundreds. that was the worse outcome that deadshot would try his damnest to avoid. the best bad thing that could happen is him going deaf by all the earsplitting chaos that consumed the six-bedroom mansion. it’s not desirable in the least, but he’ll settle for a lose of hearing in favor for one million promises his contractor signed off on. 

     but because he wasn’t informed of the possibility of being caught up in the mix of a warzone, he was seriously thinking in renegotiating their deal. he was aggravated and two-face pointing out the obvious while they were pinned down in the third floor office room didn’t help. “ you know, i would’ve thought that the half a million you wired to me some days ago was a vote of confidence in my ability to prevent that. unless you want the end of your story to reach the same epilogue as scarface’s, you want to tell me what the fuck is this all about while i think of how to get us out of here!? ”

@dosdeux /  hotel rwanda prompt