𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘌.
@deathstroked.bsky.social
"I don't believe in 𝙂𝙤𝙙. I believe in 𝙃𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙧 & 𝙆𝙤𝙘𝙝."
The world's deadliest assassin, 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙆𝙀.
Pinned art from Deathstroke: The Terminator #2 by CARMINE DI GIANDOMENICO.
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Writer 25+ MDNI
The world's deadliest assassin, 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙆𝙀.
Pinned art from Deathstroke: The Terminator #2 by CARMINE DI GIANDOMENICO.
#DCRP #MARVELRP
Writer 25+ MDNI
Pinned
He's going to sleep.
Some advice, if you're going to shoot him while he's in bed, make sure you already have a round in the chamber. He's going to hear if you rack the slide.
And then he'll have to get up and smash your head in, brain matter on the walls, a big mess.
Some advice, if you're going to shoot him while he's in bed, make sure you already have a round in the chamber. He's going to hear if you rack the slide.
And then he'll have to get up and smash your head in, brain matter on the walls, a big mess.
February 1, 2026 at 10:48 AM
He's going to sleep.
Some advice, if you're going to shoot him while he's in bed, make sure you already have a round in the chamber. He's going to hear if you rack the slide.
And then he'll have to get up and smash your head in, brain matter on the walls, a big mess.
Some advice, if you're going to shoot him while he's in bed, make sure you already have a round in the chamber. He's going to hear if you rack the slide.
And then he'll have to get up and smash your head in, brain matter on the walls, a big mess.
|| If you know, you know.
February 1, 2026 at 10:07 AM
|| If you know, you know.
|| Slade really is a piece of shit I'm sorry in advance.
February 1, 2026 at 9:41 AM
|| Slade really is a piece of shit I'm sorry in advance.
"Didn't ask for you to dump a bag of sugar in it, either."
Slade gave a backwards wave as he walked away.
"Next time, make it black."
Slade gave a backwards wave as he walked away.
"Next time, make it black."
rapid blinking before she tapped the side of the mug, seeing it magically refill before she took it from his grasp.
“ people forget about asking first? ”
“ people forget about asking first? ”
Swipes the coffee from her hand and nearly drains it.
"Ahh...needed that."
"Ahh...needed that."
February 1, 2026 at 9:29 AM
"Didn't ask for you to dump a bag of sugar in it, either."
Slade gave a backwards wave as he walked away.
"Next time, make it black."
Slade gave a backwards wave as he walked away.
"Next time, make it black."
"I see those eyes of yours. Nervous eyes. You don't know what to do..."
It was almost as if Deathstroke was testing the boy.
"Which direction will I go? Will I attack your weak side, where the pain is distracting you!?"
He stepped to the direction of Gon's cracked ribs, feigning a strike-
It was almost as if Deathstroke was testing the boy.
"Which direction will I go? Will I attack your weak side, where the pain is distracting you!?"
He stepped to the direction of Gon's cracked ribs, feigning a strike-
Gon wasn't able to get out just in time and felt the staff's impact against his ribs and felt them breaking in what seemed like almost instantly. He winched in pain as he stumbled backwards, keeping his eyes on the opponent as he tried to figure out what to do next.
Getting in close might be an--
Getting in close might be an--
every muscle had been coordinated to move with machine efficiency.
The staff came crashing towards the hero's ribs, promising to be extremely painful unless he moved out of the way in time.
The staff came crashing towards the hero's ribs, promising to be extremely painful unless he moved out of the way in time.
February 1, 2026 at 9:26 AM
"I see those eyes of yours. Nervous eyes. You don't know what to do..."
It was almost as if Deathstroke was testing the boy.
"Which direction will I go? Will I attack your weak side, where the pain is distracting you!?"
He stepped to the direction of Gon's cracked ribs, feigning a strike-
It was almost as if Deathstroke was testing the boy.
"Which direction will I go? Will I attack your weak side, where the pain is distracting you!?"
He stepped to the direction of Gon's cracked ribs, feigning a strike-
Swipes the coffee from her hand and nearly drains it.
"Ahh...needed that."
"Ahh...needed that."
loud coffee sip.
February 1, 2026 at 8:39 AM
Swipes the coffee from her hand and nearly drains it.
"Ahh...needed that."
"Ahh...needed that."
Slade peeled one of his gloves off and took hold of the blade. If he was anyone else, this could lead to infection and countless other complications. But with accelerated healing? The would will be sealed up within an hour.
He cut a long, vertical slice across his palm, rich oxygenated blood-
He cut a long, vertical slice across his palm, rich oxygenated blood-
ᅠᅠ
ㅤ
ᅠᅠ low the na`vi kneels. Her charcoal painted knee bending to sit in a puddle of red as four digits take hold of her blade.
ㅤᅠᅠ❝ you have shown me your teeth ... devil. You lack .. the piece to connect. So we .. " contract " another way. ❞
—>
ㅤ
ㅤ
ᅠᅠ low the na`vi kneels. Her charcoal painted knee bending to sit in a puddle of red as four digits take hold of her blade.
ㅤᅠᅠ❝ you have shown me your teeth ... devil. You lack .. the piece to connect. So we .. " contract " another way. ❞
—>
ㅤ
It was at this moment he wished he had a step stool handy when Raven opened that portal and sent him flying.
"Unless you want to send more men to their deaths, lets talk about a contract."
"Unless you want to send more men to their deaths, lets talk about a contract."
February 1, 2026 at 8:36 AM
Slade peeled one of his gloves off and took hold of the blade. If he was anyone else, this could lead to infection and countless other complications. But with accelerated healing? The would will be sealed up within an hour.
He cut a long, vertical slice across his palm, rich oxygenated blood-
He cut a long, vertical slice across his palm, rich oxygenated blood-
Local 6'4 murderer feels insecure around 10 foot alien woman.
February 1, 2026 at 6:45 AM
Local 6'4 murderer feels insecure around 10 foot alien woman.
The kid has guts, Slade couldn't deny that. But with superhuman reflexes, he was gonna have to try harder than that if he wanted to put the assassin down.
He side-stepped from his punch, elegantly pivoting around Gon with his staff in hand. The way Deathstroke moved was pure poetry. As if-
He side-stepped from his punch, elegantly pivoting around Gon with his staff in hand. The way Deathstroke moved was pure poetry. As if-
Seeing him motion Gon to make the first move, he soon decided to follow that request and dash towards him. He knew that giant staff wouldn't be the only problem and seeing the others weapons and suit they were wearing that might make things difficult.
As Gon got in close, he duck down for a--
As Gon got in close, he duck down for a--
well."
He stretched his hand out, beckoning Gon.
"Show me what you got, pipsqueak."
He stretched his hand out, beckoning Gon.
"Show me what you got, pipsqueak."
February 1, 2026 at 6:34 AM
The kid has guts, Slade couldn't deny that. But with superhuman reflexes, he was gonna have to try harder than that if he wanted to put the assassin down.
He side-stepped from his punch, elegantly pivoting around Gon with his staff in hand. The way Deathstroke moved was pure poetry. As if-
He side-stepped from his punch, elegantly pivoting around Gon with his staff in hand. The way Deathstroke moved was pure poetry. As if-
"That's the beauty of being one."
Slade rolled his shoulders, blood dripping from his helmet and coating his bodyarmor like visceral decorations.
He spun the blade a few more times, the sharpness of it whistling in the wind as he stepped over several long and limp bodies.
Slade rolled his shoulders, blood dripping from his helmet and coating his bodyarmor like visceral decorations.
He spun the blade a few more times, the sharpness of it whistling in the wind as he stepped over several long and limp bodies.
ᅠᅠ
ㅤ
ᅠᅠ the men barely yelp as they die﹑ㅤfighting through pain as if it was shameful to show —- another introduction to the harder core mindset the tallers had.ㅤPreferring silent death.
ㅤevery slash that feeds her knife the queen can◝ t take curious eyes off—>
ㅤ
ᅠᅠ the men barely yelp as they die﹑ㅤfighting through pain as if it was shameful to show —- another introduction to the harder core mindset the tallers had.ㅤPreferring silent death.
ㅤevery slash that feeds her knife the queen can◝ t take curious eyes off—>
February 1, 2026 at 6:26 AM
"That's the beauty of being one."
Slade rolled his shoulders, blood dripping from his helmet and coating his bodyarmor like visceral decorations.
He spun the blade a few more times, the sharpness of it whistling in the wind as he stepped over several long and limp bodies.
Slade rolled his shoulders, blood dripping from his helmet and coating his bodyarmor like visceral decorations.
He spun the blade a few more times, the sharpness of it whistling in the wind as he stepped over several long and limp bodies.
"Hmph."
He snorted to himself from beneath the mask. The handgun was slid back into its holster and instead, a titanium staff was pulled out in it's place.
Deathstroke held it behind him, spreading his legs into a defensive position as he prepared himself.
"You want to fight as warriors? Very-
He snorted to himself from beneath the mask. The handgun was slid back into its holster and instead, a titanium staff was pulled out in it's place.
Deathstroke held it behind him, spreading his legs into a defensive position as he prepared himself.
"You want to fight as warriors? Very-
"Yeah. I'm sure I want to do this. Because you won't hold back then neither will I." He said and clenched his hands into fists while watching their movements carefully.
Finger still over the trigger, he wasn't moving, and didn't even flinch.
"I'm a whole different 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 from what you've been up against. You sure you wanna do this? I won't hold back."
"I'm a whole different 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 from what you've been up against. You sure you wanna do this? I won't hold back."
February 1, 2026 at 4:41 AM
"Hmph."
He snorted to himself from beneath the mask. The handgun was slid back into its holster and instead, a titanium staff was pulled out in it's place.
Deathstroke held it behind him, spreading his legs into a defensive position as he prepared himself.
"You want to fight as warriors? Very-
He snorted to himself from beneath the mask. The handgun was slid back into its holster and instead, a titanium staff was pulled out in it's place.
Deathstroke held it behind him, spreading his legs into a defensive position as he prepared himself.
"You want to fight as warriors? Very-
"Your people don't have to like me. I don't give a 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 how they feel at the end of the day."
His tone was curt, harsh, but there was confidence in his words. And a wry smile that followed.
"Your people suffer and toil, kill and pillage just to survive. You don't delude yourselves-
His tone was curt, harsh, but there was confidence in his words. And a wry smile that followed.
"Your people suffer and toil, kill and pillage just to survive. You don't delude yourselves-
ᅠᅠ
ㅤ
ᅠᅠ surrounded by a circle of arrows all aflame .. every soldier ready to fire for their queens safety﹑ yet by her prowess around the alien of their planet .. the way she lacked fear in the moment said that this smaller man was no threat to her.
ㅤblack—>
ㅤ
ᅠᅠ surrounded by a circle of arrows all aflame .. every soldier ready to fire for their queens safety﹑ yet by her prowess around the alien of their planet .. the way she lacked fear in the moment said that this smaller man was no threat to her.
ㅤblack—>
towered over even him, it was rare he had to look up to someone. He slid his mask off, the humidity of this place hitting him like a slap to the face.
"And from what I can see, you're in need of a few warriors who're willing to get their hands dirty."
And finally, he looked up at her.
"I'm-
"And from what I can see, you're in need of a few warriors who're willing to get their hands dirty."
And finally, he looked up at her.
"I'm-
February 1, 2026 at 4:37 AM
"Your people don't have to like me. I don't give a 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 how they feel at the end of the day."
His tone was curt, harsh, but there was confidence in his words. And a wry smile that followed.
"Your people suffer and toil, kill and pillage just to survive. You don't delude yourselves-
His tone was curt, harsh, but there was confidence in his words. And a wry smile that followed.
"Your people suffer and toil, kill and pillage just to survive. You don't delude yourselves-
Finger still over the trigger, he wasn't moving, and didn't even flinch.
"I'm a whole different 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 from what you've been up against. You sure you wanna do this? I won't hold back."
"I'm a whole different 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 from what you've been up against. You sure you wanna do this? I won't hold back."
"No! I can't walk away and let someone get killed!"
February 1, 2026 at 4:14 AM
Finger still over the trigger, he wasn't moving, and didn't even flinch.
"I'm a whole different 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 from what you've been up against. You sure you wanna do this? I won't hold back."
"I'm a whole different 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 from what you've been up against. You sure you wanna do this? I won't hold back."
February 1, 2026 at 3:40 AM
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"A contract, con-tract." @thefirenflame.bsky.social
Hostile alien planets, sometimes you get stuck on them for a bit and need to make a living. And as a professional, sometimes that wasn't so easy.
"It's a promise. You offer me something and in return, I promise to do it for you."
This queen-
Hostile alien planets, sometimes you get stuck on them for a bit and need to make a living. And as a professional, sometimes that wasn't so easy.
"It's a promise. You offer me something and in return, I promise to do it for you."
This queen-
February 1, 2026 at 2:22 AM
"A contract, con-tract." @thefirenflame.bsky.social
Hostile alien planets, sometimes you get stuck on them for a bit and need to make a living. And as a professional, sometimes that wasn't so easy.
"It's a promise. You offer me something and in return, I promise to do it for you."
This queen-
Hostile alien planets, sometimes you get stuck on them for a bit and need to make a living. And as a professional, sometimes that wasn't so easy.
"It's a promise. You offer me something and in return, I promise to do it for you."
This queen-
Already, this job hadn't been worth the trouble.
It wasn't as high as it should be but Slade was in the area, took the paper and like that, his word was made. And he never drops a contract.
The details were simple enough. One tech billionaire needed to go so another could buy his company.
It wasn't as high as it should be but Slade was in the area, took the paper and like that, his word was made. And he never drops a contract.
The details were simple enough. One tech billionaire needed to go so another could buy his company.
February 1, 2026 at 2:14 AM
Already, this job hadn't been worth the trouble.
It wasn't as high as it should be but Slade was in the area, took the paper and like that, his word was made. And he never drops a contract.
The details were simple enough. One tech billionaire needed to go so another could buy his company.
It wasn't as high as it should be but Slade was in the area, took the paper and like that, his word was made. And he never drops a contract.
The details were simple enough. One tech billionaire needed to go so another could buy his company.
'𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨- America's gold standard. The pretty face it likes to put on for the world.'
Slade stood perched along the edge of a low rooftop, he'd been staked out for an hour now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
'I hate this city. Sure, streets are clean and the food isn't half bad as-
Slade stood perched along the edge of a low rooftop, he'd been staked out for an hour now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
'I hate this city. Sure, streets are clean and the food isn't half bad as-
February 1, 2026 at 2:01 AM
'𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨- America's gold standard. The pretty face it likes to put on for the world.'
Slade stood perched along the edge of a low rooftop, he'd been staked out for an hour now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
'I hate this city. Sure, streets are clean and the food isn't half bad as-
Slade stood perched along the edge of a low rooftop, he'd been staked out for an hour now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
'I hate this city. Sure, streets are clean and the food isn't half bad as-
The feeling's mutual.
Deathstoke? Not a fan... I liked to avoid him like spellcheck.
February 1, 2026 at 1:39 AM
The feeling's mutual.
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