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“   The   DEVIL   doesn’t   come   in    red   cape     &&        pointy       HORNS.     He   comes     disguised        as            E V E R Y T H I N G      you’ve    wished       for.   ”

        Presenting  :       Floyd Lawon / Deadshot       from    DC Comics. VERSES  &  MUSE  INFORMATION

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licks him -from harley xoxoxo

!!!!! OH

it's you harley

I thought one of your hyenas.

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Character Icons: Floyd Lawton 1988.

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I guess you never really get over losing the ones you care about.

For anyone who knew Lawton, the cemetery visits had become a habit that never really ended. Years after Eddie's death, he still found himself STANDING in front of that grave for long stretches of time, hands buried in his pockets, eyes fixed on the weathered stone. Eddie had been his first son ------ a little boy whose life had been stolen in an act so cruel && monstrous that it shattered whatever faith Floyd still had. The murder hadn't just taken his child; it had torn something out of him && left behind a rage that never completely cooled.

After the death, Floyd had gone ROGUE. Rules stopped mattering. Orders stopped mattering. The only thing that mattered was finding the people responsible and making them answer for what they had done. He had HUNTED them with the same relentless precision that would one day make Deadshot infamous, chasing vengeance through blood && gunpowder because grief had left him incapable of doing anything else. Some people said revenge changed him. The truth was simpler ------ it had broken him first.

&& even after the murderers were gone, even after the vengeance was finished ;; Floyd still returned to that grave. He would stand there in silence, staring at Eddie's name ---- wondering who his son might have become if he'd been allowed to grow up. No speeches. No flowers.

Just a father and a headstone.

Because time had never healed the wound. It had only taught him how to carry it. That afternoon had been no different. Eventually, the man had turned away from the grave && headed toward the old blue car parked near the cemetery gates. One hand rested on the driver's door as he paused, taking a final glance back at the headstone. That's when he noticed Elektra nearby. He hadn't even realized she was there. The cemetery was quiet enough that her voice carried across the distance, soft but unmistakable. The words stopped him for a MOMENT. His hand remained on the car door, eyes lingering on his son's grave long after she'd spoken, as though the answer was written somewhere in the stone itself. Then a faint, tired sigh escaping him before he finally replied;; "Are you stalking me?" Completely different answer to avoid her remark.

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kisses him just above his brow ❤️🖤

!!!! now that's a smooth brow-mance 🩶❤️

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well, i like attention. i always have. / phelina

"The real reason you're wearing goggles is so nobody sees you CHECKING if they're looking."

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Anger can be a weapon if you control it. ( from pam?)

His brow lifted slightly. He leaned back against the wall, arms folding across his chest as he considered the statement. There was something almost amusing about hearing it from her of all people ------ who could turn a greenhouse into a battlefield && make the natural world itself answer her call. Still ;; beneath the sarcasm sat the weary UNDERSTANDING of someone who knew exactly how destructive anger could be when left unchecked.

  "Right. That's exactly what somebody with a giant carnivorous flower army would say."

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"Choose your next words like your life depends on them, because they do."

The man looked genuinely disappointed, like she'd just informed him the carnival had been canceled. He shifted his weight, considered his options for exactly half a second ;; then gave a resigned nod. "Well, there goes my plan to say the DUMBEST thing imaginable."

A pause. Then a dry look. "That was sarcasm, by the way. Thought I'd clarify before you buried me in the parking lot."

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"Look at my hands. I can't get the blood off. It won't come off. Why won't it come off?"

He observed her hands for a long moment before reaching into the medical pouch on his utility belt && pulling out a packet of BZK antiseptic wipes. The kind soldiers used in the field when there wasn't a sink, a medic, or time to waste.

"Start with the wipe." Floyd suggested folded his arms. "If that doesn't fix it, we'll move on to Plan B." He glanced at the packet. Little did she knew, there was no Plan B. Not yet. But he informed, anyway.

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This is why no one likes you.

MEME CONTRACT //// @hitsharder

• DARTS TOURNAMENT •

HAWKEYE v DEADSHOT

THE COMPETITION had started as harmless trash talk between two men whose entire careers revolved around putting small objects exactly where they wanted them. Somewhere along the way, however, it had turned into a matter of pride. The man with arrows was actually doing great. Better than most. The problem was that MOST didn't include Floyd.

By the time the final round came around, Floyd wasn't even standing properly at the line anymore. He was half-turned toward the bar, nursing a drink, carrying himself with the RELAXED posture of a man waiting for a bus rather than competing.

The first dart left his hand without a glance toward the board. Bullseye.

A few people laughed in DISBELIEF.

The second landed so close to the first that it nearly split the shaft. Bullseye again. By the third throw, the room had fallen into that peculiar silence reserved for witnessing something mildly irritating &&& undeniably impressive. The marksman released the dart while looking directly at Clint. Thunk. Dead center. Floyd finally glanced over his shoulder as if checking whether the board had cooperated. It had.

Of course it had. He took a slow drink, set the glass aside, and shrugged one shoulder. "The scoreboard's being a little harsh, I'll admit. The good news is nobody RECORDED it. Probably."

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God of War (2018) Starter Sentences

Do not concern yourself with what might be. Focus on what is and be vigilant.

Anger can be a weapon if you control it.

I am always serious.

I guess you never really get over losing the ones you care about.

You think I’m weak because I’m not like you.

Even good leaders make poor choices. The best take responsibility for them.

It feels good to be strong.

It is a delicate balance. Expect the worst. Assume nothing. And always anticipate an attack.

Do not mistake my silence for lack of grief.

I just want to know the truth from now on. I don’t care if it hurts me or not.

This path you walk… vengeance. You will no peace.

You’re gonna get me all weepy.

I am your monster no longer.

You will always be a monster.

We really should expect that sort of response at this point...

Do NOT call me that.

Well, that's a sight no man should ever see. Thanks for that.

Keep your expectations low and you'll never be disappointed.

Close your heart to their desperation. Close your heart to their suffering. Do not allow yourself to feel for them. They will not feel for you.

This is why no one likes you.

Haven't you been teaching me to kill?

Nobody cared about him anyways. What's the difference?

Why... why do you even care? You could have.. walked away.

[thomaskeen]

🌼 * ― TENSE DIALOGUE PROMPTS. CHANGE PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

"Your breath against my neck is the only thing keeping me from losing control right now."

"Don’t look around. Don’t change your expression. Just listen very carefully to what I’m about to tell you."

"I can make you disappear, and the best part? Everyone who loves you will help me look for you."

"You’re acting like you have cards left to play. Look at your hand. Look at me. We both know you're done."

"Take a deep breath. Let it out. Enjoy it, because it’s the last easy thing you’re going to do today."

"I'm not going to ruin your life. I'm just going to stand back and watch you do it yourself."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end this conversation right now.

"Choose your next words like your life depends on them, because they do."

"You think you're the monster in this room?"

"We are well past the point of apologies.

"Now, we're just negotiating the collateral damage."

"I am being incredibly patient with you right now, but you are running out of seconds."

"Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Let's see who haunts who more."

"I didn't lock the door to keep them out. I locked it to keep you in."

"I've been watching you sleep for a week.

"You talk in your sleep, did you know that?

"You keep apologizing to me."

"You can scream if you want to. No one is going to come, but I’d quite like to hear what you sound like when you're desperate."

"Hold still. It hurts a lot less if you don't fight it, and frankly, I'd like to get this over with."

"I’m going to ask you a question. If you lie, I take a finger. If you stay silent, I take two. Let’s begin."

"You’re crying. Why? This is exactly what you chose when you decided to double-cross me."

"Don't bother looking for the keys. I melted them down an hour ago."

"I’m not angry. I’m just calculating exactly how much of you I can take apart before you stop breathing."

"If you make a single sound, I will drive this blade straight through your throat. Do you understand me?"

"Please. Please don't look at me like that. Just do it quickly. Just don't make me beg."

"They're downstairs. They found us. If we don't jump right now, we are going to die in this room."

"Look at my hands. I can't get the blood off. It won't come off. Why won't it come off?"

"Run. Don't look back, don't wait, just run because whatever is coming next will be me."

"Go ahead, call the police. Who do you think answers the phone when you dial those numbers?"

"Look in the mirror. Do you even recognize what's left of you?"

"You're going to sit there, and you're going to smile, and you're going to act like everything is perfect."

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What's inside Floyd's bag ( or w/e your muse carries at all times ) :

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Tagging: @sonicanary , @datanexus , @tendure , @jundlcndwastes , @apurekindness , @darlingrat , @worldsokayestdad , @decthbringer , @harleqin , @qu-tipie , @aculeonervus , @hexsreality , @unholyrites , @soleiltm , @dementedspeedster , @xoline , @babydxhl , @nightmdic , @khrused , @dividedbybinaries , @fifthimpact and you all!!

Usually, he does not regularly carry a backpack, duffel bag, or other obvious bag as part of his iconic look.

As Deadshot

• On His Body:- Twin pistols, Shoulder holster, Extra magazines, Combat knife, Hidden backup blade, Utility pouches, Tactical gloves, Body armor (depending on mission)

• In His Pockets:- Cigarettes, Lighter, Cash, Safehouse keys, Burner phone

• Mission Specific Additions:- Sniper rifle, Rifle ammunition, Binoculars, Suppressor, Explosives, Lockpicks, Handcuffs or zip ties, maps, photos, target dossiers

As Floyd Lawton

•Everyday Carry:- Wallet, Cash, Credit cards, Car keys, House keys, Cigarettes, Lighter, Wristwatch, Phone, Items Related to Zoe, Photos of Zoe, School paperwork, Birthday reminders, Child support receipts, Small gifts he hasn't worked up the courage to give her yet.

Millionaire Floyd

•As the heir to the Lawton fortune: Expensive pen, Checkbook (older comics), Laptop but keeps in the sedan, Business documents, Legal paperwork, Concealed pistols, Spare magazine, Folding knife, Wallet with Zoe's photo in it.

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"This is exactly why I keep things to myself." A mock offended. "You say one semi-nice thing && immediately it becomes content. Oh, you are NEVER letting this go, are you?"

[fifthimpact]

❛ you can keep it all to yourself all you want. you're kind of an open book. to me at least. and you are one hundred percent right about that ------ ❜ arms thrown into the air in a cat - like stretch and only ends once the lower of her back POPS and those limbs come crashing right back down to her sides. ❛ ----- DEFINITELY never letting this go. me ? let something THIS good just flutter off into the wind , never to be seen again ? i'd NEVER. how could i call myself the self proclaimed " queen of pettiness " if i did that ? ❜

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"Good title." A nod followed. "Little wordy, though. 'Petty Woman' was right there."

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He aggressively KICKED the pillow off the bed. "Move, bitch, get out the way ! The throne is mine."

[tendure]

HER GAZE SHARPENED INTO A GLARE. “ Why are you acting like this? ”

[hiredassault]

"..... It’s a foam-idable opponent."