#Amanda Waller open starters

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Amanda Waller // OPEN

who: Amanda Waller when: unknown where: Congress Hall open to: anyone triggers: none image triggers: none blog: @goodcryunicorn1

All Amanda could hear was the bottom of her shoe hitting the floor of the congressional hall as she walked towards the office of Marvin, they had agreed to a meeting that day and she ended up being hold on by her youngest child Coretta, she knew she was working too much, especially now with the Suicide Squad but she wanted to make sure that the world had a back up plan against those who claimed themselves as heroes.

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@thewxnderer liked for a starter from Harley Quinn!

They’d been in worse situations. At least Harley had anyways. Once a girl lived under The Joker’s roof not much phased her anymore. So the news of this Get Out of Hell Free card and that Amanda Waller was dying? It came as no shock to her. It seemed like a wild goose chase from the start, though. The card was with some stripper named Steele Maxum who’d ( for whatever ungodly reason ) been Doctor Fate at one point in time. Then it was stolen from him by two girls and then it was again stolen from them by one of the chick's dad. Meanwhile, Floyd was too busy trying to find Zoe to talk to her to actually focus on their mission which left Harley in a tough spot. She had to keep lying to Waller over comms about the true nature of what he was doing just to save him from getting his head blown off. Meanwhile, she was stuck with a religious nut, a snake guy, Boomer, and some super apathetic cold chick to babysit. She thought this was going to be fun! So many of her old friends were together in one place again but instead, she was juggling everyone else to keep them in check. So much for Floyd being the task force leader of this group.

A knock on the RV draws her attention from where she’d been pouting against one of the windows. Her body slumps nearly fully to the ground out of her seat before trudging solemnly over to the door. Hopefully, it was Floyd so they could get a move on and she could stop saying he was performing reconnaissance. Harley was positive that if she gave that lame-ass excuse to Waller one more time she’d detonate her nanite just for the hell of it and probably Floyd’s shortly after hers. She throws the door to the RV open, her body still slumped over and expecting to chase some weird passer-byer or cop off but instead; she is very *pleasantly* surprised with Rick Flag’s face. Immediately, Harley perks up and squeals as she throws her arms around his neck. 

“Flag!” She squeezes the taller man in her grasp with every ounce of strength she possesses in her body ( more than you’d believe from looking at her ) before pulling back to beam up at him. “Thank god you’re here. You would not believe the crap I’ve been through!”

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Amanda Waller // OPEN

"Does this looks like the Avengers? The Suicide Squad was made as a last resort to be disposable"

[wanderingguest]

+ open

There is a quiet rage about her. She doesn’t need to show it, not really. So her voice is nice and even when she speaks. “You ever seen a man choke on his own balls?” Waller let’s the unspoken hang in the air and just...waits.

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[ Open Starter ]

"It might come as a shock to you, but I don't work well with people." Marie said to Waller as she was walking down a drastically long hall to meet her teammate for one of Amanda's suicide mission.

"It's not shocking at all. I don't give a rat's ass if you don't work well or not, they're viable for the mission." Having said that, Waller opened the door to the inmate's cell, making Marie introduce herself.

She rolled her eyes, yet kept a nice smile on her face. "Hey there, I'm Marie."

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@threecardtrick liked [x] for a starter from hydra! waller.

          “I assume you’ve completed your intake assessment of the latest asset?”  It was more of a statement than a question, to be fair, given that he was now standing in her office and not his.  “And?  Do you consider her viable?”

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closed starter for @rabbitsrun​  // blackguard // SPOILERS FOR ‘THE SUICIDE SQUAD’ 2021

That last he remembered before he fell was the pain. Shocking, stark and unexpected.                                Who brings a JAVELIN to a GUN FIGHT? 

This hadn’t been the plan. Confusion and confoundment had clawed its way across the spine when the blonde clambered over the bank. It had been betrayal. Their plan reduced to ash and cinders the moment that Sheißekopf had opened his goddamn mouth. 

There hadn’t been time for anger, only horror and only action. Blood and sand coated his teeth as he hit the ground, the night’s sky an inky blur in broken vision. The idiot had gotten them all killed. It was carnage. Fire and blood and bullets and boomerangs and all for nothing--. He’d sold them out. Should he really have expected anything else from the other?

A wide grin on pale features glowers at him hungrily, pawing at his face as he brings Gunter’s closer and closer. His skin so smooth beneath lips, that laugh so playful in jilted whisper. He couldn’t wait until it was red raw. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me...playing like that.” “Oh yeah.”

Everything felt so cold, a body riddled with bullets was a body with little use, and little fight left in him. That angel-devil woman would take on the mantle now, gifted in lieu of words before all went black. The sand beneath was of little comfort, it snuck it to every shitty nook and crevice as his breathing slowed. What a fucking shit show. The stars bled dim in their streaky misery. Despite feeling the burn of the distant helicopter’s ruin against the skin, he felt so cold. Cold as balls.

But as he closed his eyes and waited for death to come, it seemed content to leave him be. A sack of yellow and blue flesh washed ashore, soft locks of gold bloody and dirty, stuck against the skin. The damn sand got everywhere. Fucking everywhere….

                                     Death was----------- kind of boring?  It was certainly taking its sweet time. Maybe it was like the DMV, taking your little fucking ticket and standing in line before the grim reaper at the window finally saw it fit to see you at all. But just as Gunter seemed to stomp over to the front of the line after an eternity of waiting- as it always was the case – APPLICATION REJECTED. He’d used the wrong form. Sheiße .

 Down came the rubbery stamp of rejection, crushing down on Javelin’s chest as eyes blew open wide, coughing up blood and sand from his throat. It got EVERYWHERE. He fucking HATED SAND.

Things were eerily quiet as he awoke spluttering, the silence only broken by a loud, singular chirp of a BEEP that rattled his skull. For a second, he thought that it was the voice of the Devil Herself, Amanda Waller’s fast-track past the clerical gatekeeper to the afterlife. Task Force X’s personal autobahn straight to hell. But as hands raised to feel at the back of his skull and matt of damp hair, there was nothing. A stillness…and he was alive.

He took a moment to psych himself up to stand, grimacing and spitting iron a he rose to his feet. He was going to need medical attention, and fast if he was going to survive. And he didn’t have his… FUCK. He’d given it to Harley. Head whips around and the wreckage of the aftermath, the chopper’s body still burning bright in the early hours of the morning. And the other bodies… were certainly there. What a shame.

Javelin paces carefully, looking through the mess of the beach for any sign of Harley or his weapon, with no luck. But underboot he DID come across something soft and wet. “Ew..” he grimaced, seeing the bloody pulp of the very traitor who’d given them up. What a fucking idiot. What a waste of potential. And now his friends were DEAD.

 Disappointment burned in his eyes as he looked down at his lifeless body, giving his side a good KICK for measure before he decides to move on. (It wasn’t like he didn’t have a contingency for an escape. He had just the little safehouse to…)

His head whips back around to Blackguard’s body, a weak whimper of a groan leaving his lips as it begins to move. He was still ALIVE? Ambivalence rocks him for a moment. Does he get the satisfaction of finishing the job himself? Does he leave him here? Does he bring him back to the others to have their way with him? There’s something cathartic in the thought of Harley ripping him a new one, which she certainly would if she saw him again. And he wasn’t opposed to the idea of watching such a strong American beauty take down this rat and tear him limb from lanky limb. A dark grin burns into bloody and dirty features as fist grasps at the man’s shoulder harness, dragging him behind him through the sand like airport luggage.

           ...

The rest of the journey was more of a blur, the body working on auto-pilot as he makes it from the beach through the jungle, to the city, to a convoy, to a plane, some medical attention, and until finally CHAPTER 0: THE SAFE HOUSE. His own little slice of home away from home.A cosy cabin in the mountains funded with all the money he’d stashed away in his spree of crimes. He drags the young man through the snow into the cabin of his Alaskan getaway and straps him to the bed. That’s where he’d remain until he figured out what to do with him. But until then, a shower was in order. Get rid of all this fucking SAND.

[darkdcsire]

closed starter for @she-that-allures​

A year ago Metropolis was under attack after Lex Luthor had managed to bring back a creature from the Phantom Zone in to the middle of the city as Lex was attempting to appear to be a hero the public to save not only the city but the world itself. The plan didn’t seem to go smoothly according to Lex as Lois would broadcast Lex’s secrets and ulterior plans and motives revealing he was responsible for unleashing the attack in the city to various forms of media as they would effectively report on it causing Lex to be a fugitive and a criminal deemed by the government. Despite Lex trying to stop the creature on his own by resorting to kryptonite the creature seemed to be not effected by this. The military tried to use there attacks to take down the creature or at least kill it but it was resilient to everything. Lois was still in Lex headquarters attempting to leave as the creature attacked the building. Superman at the same time was protecting civilians from falling debris and taking them one by one rather speedily to a save location in Metropolis Park. Superman would fly back as he was about to save Lois only to hear the sobbing of a small child. Turning in the child’s direction he quickly sped down as he crouched beside the frightened child and placed his hand out. Blue eyes softly looked down sympathetically at the child knowing they didn’t have much time.” It’s alright. I am here to help. I won’t let anything hurt you.” A faint smile formed over his lips as the child moved out of their hiding spot and wrapped their arms around Superman as he looked back at the building which shook. A worried expression formed over his chiselled features as he then flew quickly to a safe distance. Landing down by the crowd as the child's parents ran over to grab their child and thanked Superman. 

Superman would nod his head and then fly back to the building only to stop mortified and in shock as he would watch in horror as the building would topple over with Lois inside. Clark let out a cry of rage as his fingers curled into fists. The creature turned it’s large head to look over at Superman as the Man of Steel scowled at the creature. Letting out a sheer aggressive cry Superman with all his rage and power would fly so quickly causing a sonic boom to emit causing glass to shatter as he grabbed the creature by it’s chest and proceeded to fly up into the sky as he strained due to the creatures massive size and weight. Flying into space away from Earth as he hurled the creature towards the sun ultimately killing it. Eyes would fiercely flash a red tint as his rage couldn’t be repressed. Returning back to Earth after a day as Clark would then attend Lois’s funeral. Lex would be locked away in a supermax prison that controlled supervillains the warden was Amanda Waller. After a month Clark returned to work at the Daily Planet but took a break as Superman.

Now. Clark had personally taken a story from Perry as he had heard about Lena Luthor trying to help the world through the means of her company and funding however Clark didn’t trust her due to the blood she shared with her brother. Clark wanted to expose Lena since he was writing an article on her and study her thoroughly and up close as he didn’t want the same incident or something similar which had taken place a year ago to happen once more. Having booked an appointment with the CEO he had finally arrived to step into her office as the reporter Clark Kent as he held a recording device as he would concise and break down the interview.” Miss Luthor. It’s nice to meet you, I am Clark Kent as you probably know I am here on behalf of the Daily Planet.” Evidently he didn’t smile as his eyebrows pinched together as river blue eyes judged her although not intentionally but he tried to remain open minded and civil but refrained from shaking her hand.

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CAPTAIN BOOMERANG’S RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET

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Mun name: bells OOC Contact: im, skype, discord ??

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

captain boomerang aka digger harkness is an australian who moved to america after getting kicked out of home at the age 18. he is a criminal and villain to the flash and was once a part of the rogues. he is also a part of amanda waller’s suicide squad where he is one of the main members and has been involved in the group since the beginning. the suicide squad is a group of highly skilled and dangerous criminals who are sent all over the world on dangerous missions to help protect america’s interests and it’s people. as the name suggests digger’s weapon of choice is an array of boomerangs.

Points of interest:

digger is australian, he is not very well liked by the other’s on the suicide squad because of his personality, he is selfish, rude, and clashes with most other people. he loves drinking, smoking, and tends to get himself into trouble most times out of ten. despite all this he is a highly skilled thief and using his boomerangs, of varying types and designs, he is extremely accurate. 

What they’ve been up to recently:

digger has just been a mess really, trying get by with his life and do his best. very stressed out, kinda lonely, no one loves him. has no friends. super sad.

Where to find them:

digger loves getting out and about, whether it is just walking around or if he actually has a heist planned out. he spends a lot of time in central city, or more specifically the pub, so you could possible stumble upon him in there. alternatively he may be working with the squad so really anywhere in the world, particular in more dangerous areas with high profile criminals or people who threaten the security of the usa is where he’d be.

Current plans:

i suppose i am really just looking for more interactions with people, trying to broad out my partners, i of course love all the partners i have now, but it would be awesome to see some fresh faces so to speak. otherwise i am always just hoping to develop digger further and be better at playing him,

Desired interactions: 

i would really love to do more threads involving the suicide squad or other action based plots, and more threads with heroes as well. however i am open to many ideas!

Offered interactions:

 i tend to try and keep my things more or less as a single verse, though i know it isn’t quite like that on my blog. mostly it is split into two verses depending on the type of plot. those are my main verse where digger is not working with the squad, and is just living in central city, going throughout his days and probably working on heists. in this verse he can still be a part of the rogues or not, depends. the other verse is the suicide squad which could be with other suicide squad members or he could be on missions and run into other heroes or villains etc. that are not involved in the squad.

Current open post/s:

i have opens in my opens tag however you are always welcome to send me in memes which i like to use to start threads. otherwise you can come by to ask for plots, like my starter calls, or tag me in a start if you have an idea for us.

Anything else?:

please read the rules on my blog as always. i am mutuals only so please respect that. otherwise that is it. feel free to come send memes or im to plot. i love new interactions!

Tagging:  anyone who wants to.

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❝ there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. ❞

a hundred random starter meme || Accepting

      “Everything is wrong with me,” Ace couldn’t look at him, curled in on herself, face cradled in her hands. Batman was too good, she was wrong. She didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve him or his endless patience and sympathy, “I’m a monster--I think about hurting people or killing people and I don’t feel bad!” Amanda Waller, Headmaster, even the Joker on her bad days. Because she knew she could do it--End them--so easily. That was what they’d taught her, quick and clean no wasted time. It would be a nice sense of irony, destroyed by their own mistake. What was worse, she felt nothing wrong with such thoughts, it was the idea of disappointing Batman that had her practically dripping with anxiety and self-loathing.

       Amanda Waller’s heart wouldn’t need much help to stop beating, it wasn’t as if Waller were using it for anything. Just the smallest telekinetic press to her arteries and she’d be dead of a heart attack in no time. Headmaster would be different, he’d always had such a need for control, the regimented training schedules, the erratic day-night cycles to keep her off guard, he’d been the one always ready with a power suppressor. Ace would drive him insane, plague his mind with every horror imaginable until it rotted from the inside and his body shriveled to a husk..

       The Joker? Ace’s feelings about the clown were complicated on a good day--the problem was she never thought about Joker on good days. When she thought of Joker and his betrayal she always regretted sparing him. She could have done it, left him like she’d once unintentionally left her parents, a seizing wreck of a human being. No consciousness left, just misfiring neurons and a slowly failing nervous system.

       But she hadn’t, so instead her mind wandered to other, more gruesome ideas. She’d been able to morph the bodies her second royal flush gang with only a small bit of difficulty. She’d twisted flesh and molded cells until they’d matched the visions in each member’s minds. Ace remembered Joker’s mind, the writhing, snake-like monstrosity. It had felt like copper and eels and some nights when nightmares plagued her, she wondered what kind of monster Joker would become if she recreated that feeling in her mind , made it flesh.

        With one shuddering breath Ace curled up further, bringing her knees up to her chest, providing another physical barrier between herself and Bruce. Never once did she open her eyes, tightly shut with her palms pressing into her sockets hard enough to break capillaries. She choked back a small whine, if she let it out it would only snowball into full blown crying--She couldn’t lose control like that. Already she could feel it, her powers tight like a bowstring just barely under her control.

        “I could do it--I would do it, no one could stop me.”

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@voxmcrtuis liked [x] for a starter from amanda waller, test muse // accepting. ( next 2 )

              “We’ve got contingency plans for nukes in North Korea, anthrax in our mail. We’ve got fluoride in our water. But what happens if the next Superman becomes a terrorist?”  It was rare that Waller found herself in a position where she did not know how it would end before going into it; it was rare that she did not have six contingency plans for every possible outcomes, rare still that she did not have a solid anticipation of how a conversation would go before she had it, every angle scripted and prepared in her head long before most face to face meetings ever took place.   It was -- a challenge -- but also ... more than a tad vexing.