i was thinking about how i wished leverage had a birthday episode for some of the characters cause that would be sweet, but then i realised something and basically…. okay here’s my thoughts in quotes form, just for fun
hardison: so when’s your birthday? i could plan something for us and the team to do and-
parker: i dont know
hardison: you don’t know… your own birthday?
parker: no, how would i know? pshh, cmon, you’re telling me you remember EXACTLY when you were born? watch this - hey, eliot, do you know your exact birth date?
eliot, innocently passing by, who was canonically anonymously dropped off at a hospital as an infant: no, how would i know?
parker: that’s what i said!
hardison: excuse me?? what is going on right now
sophie, walking into the apartment: whats wrong?
hardison: parker and eliot- well, okay, when’s your birthday? i just have to prove something.
sophie: …….july 12th
hardison: why did you pause? wait, is that your birthday or sophie devereaux’s birthday?
sophie: ………… (guilty silence)
parker: see, no one knows their real birthday! haha you’re so weird sometimes, hardison
hardison:
hardison: what the fuck guys
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on a less serious side, bad and foolish having witnesses who are somewhat normal and regular to their usual strange and deranged antics is so hysterical. bad playing the role of kidnapped and felon this time around, letting himself get captured, pretending to be soooo guilty and talking like he’s actually gonna snitch. foolish doing it half for fun, half for show, because he knows cellbit is the killer already - he just needs nails for bad’s coffin because he’s gonna be the scapegoat, and he’s bored. if they were alone maybe they’d trade more intel - they’re on the same page but can’t exactly confirm nor allude to that with an audience, so it just devolves into their usual antics. meanwhile bagi is sweating and convinced bad is definitely about to spill everything she’s told him, falling for bad’s little ‘oh I’m so easily caught and convinced’ act harder than anyone else, trying to avoid bad’s arrest or worse, cellbit’s - while really what’s going on is bad and foolish’s homoerotic batshit insane cop and robber routine, where you’re not sure if someone’s getting arrested or if they’re about to make out. and aypierre is just there
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FEM NIGHTMARE DESIGN
i wanted to post both my pre corruption and post design version at once so here you go!
they might be subject to change in the future, but i don't think i wanna go overboard with detail for nightmare's passive form; cause not only would her fancy princess clothing be stolen or ripped and torn ages ago with all the bullying and blood staining it, but also the twins have to change their clothes every once in a while to clean them or at least when they get too small to fit, so the outfits have to be replaceable/easy to mend and sew back hhh xD
also no crowns for this version of mine, but a crescent moon hair clip turned necklace for night, and a sun clip turned belt for dream! her design coming soon (hopefully :'D)
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prof au please!
Feel better buddy 💕 here's filth
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A softly expelled curse had Clarke's eyes glancing up, taking in those full, pouty lips that trembled as she teased herself. Eyes glassy, hooded, and dark, Lexa rolled her hips and held Clarke's gaze.
"Let me show you what I like."
She barely gave Clarke time to think beyond how she didn't know how much more of this she could take without needing to come again, before Lexa lifted her hips up and pressed her entrance against the tip.
Clarke held her steady as Lexa pitched forward with a sigh, bracing a palm against her chest, effectively pinning her against the mattress. Her hair fell in a waterfall of curls along the jut of Lexa's shoulder as she adjusted and gripped the shaft more firmly in her fist. And slowly, inch by inch, Clarke watched as she lined herself up, and started easing the head of the toy inside.
It took everything in Clarke to lay still, to resist the urge that came over her to raise her hips in an upward thrust. Instead she waited patiently. Hands caressing along the curve of her hips and the muscles of Lexa's thighs as she lowered herself down, taking another inch inside, before rising up again.
Each time she sunk down lower. Let the toy sink a little deeper. As though she was taking her time with it, losing herself in savoring the stretch.
The next drop of her hips had the shaft disappearing halfway inside, so full in how it spread her, pulling a whine from deep within Lexa's chest along with it. Brows pinched together in concentration as Lexa rocked her hips and pressed her weight harder into Clarke's chest.
Clarke reached up just to touch her. To make Lexa feel that she was close; that she was right there with her through it all. She cupped her hand along Lexa's neck and felt the curve of her head fall back against her palm, drowning in the intimacy of the hold, and the way Lexa's eyes stayed locked on hers as she lifted and sank back down all over again.
It was all Clarke could do not to dig her nails into the supple skin of Lexa's ass as she collapsed forward, only just catching herself on her arms so Clarke wouldn't be smothered by the full impact of her weight. She hung suspended over her instead, mouth slack and panting a few blessed centimeters from Clarke's lips, feeling the humid fan of her breath as she continued to rise and fall on the toy seated deep inside her.
“Plant your feet on the bed,” Lexa said on the tail end of a groan as she dropped her hips with more force, fucking herself harder. “It'll give you— Mmm, it'll give you leverage to— fuck. To thrust up into me.”
And goddamn just hearing those words tumble from Lexa's lips sent a shiver down the length of Clarke's spine. But she nodded at the half-moaned instructions and did exactly what she said, spreading her legs wider and planting her feet on the bed.
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