ALWAYS ROOT FOR THE HOME TEAM !

private + selective sophie devereaux. penned by esme. 

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                      LIKE    A    BAD    PENNY  .  .  .     IN    LEATHER    PANTS  !

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while i try to work on some long overdue drafts, would anyone like a starter? hit the lil’ heart button if you do.

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bestdamnthief‌.

“cool.” ezekiel grins, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, messing with the coins he kept in their. “jones, by the way. ezekiel jones. you’re sophie deveraux.” he nods, confidently, keeping his voice low. “you’re legendary, mate.” he beams. he wonders if she’s heard of him. maybe. his ego would feel better if he knew that she had.

her head tilts ever so slightly in his direction.   “ezekiel jones, you say?”   she has, in fact, heard that name before.  a couple of times. but one particular moment stands out to her.   “there was an incident in new york a few years back. i spent two months convincing a weasel of a man that i was a direct descendant of atahualpa,  and that  la corona de los andes rightfully belonged to the people of colombia.  only for it to go  missing from the man’s collection a day after i’d finally gotten him to let me into his private vault to glance upon it.”

she’d been annoyed at the time, and some of it leaked into her tone now.  however, sophie found it just as hilarious when she’d had the honor of being present to see the owner’s absolute meltdown (read: temper tantrum) at having lost his precious jeweled crown.  “the security of that place was impossible to crack, but there it was;  missing,  without a trace.  it wasn’t until after the piece was sold that my contacts mentioned your name was tied to it.  care to confirm?”

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◤                                                       ◥          Independent, fandomless,              Cecilia Scavo-d’Athos                     crime-based original                 Athos Investigations                       character. Mutuals only,                 Private Investigator                         multi verse & multi ship. ◣                                                       ◢           Married to Olivier d’Athos.  

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wantediniceland‌.

He forces a smile at her. which isn’t even fair because he is happy to help her, happy to make her happy, it’s just that…well, she begins, and it’s….not………good. He catches on pretty quick that she’s supposed to be a virtuous woman, pious and motherly, but the way Sophie inflects her words and moves her body keeps making the character weirdly sexy. When she stops to ask what he thinks, he goes with “You basically have all the words exactly!” because how the heck is he supposed to tell her the other thing.

     In Sophie’s defense,  and there definitely is a defense,  she can’t help the way she moves.  She’s playing the Temptress over he damned Mother Teresa nine times out of ten with the people ( read: men ) conning.  It’s hard to ignore something that’s hardwired to your acting skills. Still, she’s good  ——  good enough that the hopeful smile on her face falls the second that she sees how he’s looking at her.   “ Be straight with me, please.  I know I’m not the  best,  Hardison, but you can’t honestly tell me I’m the worst either. ”   Despite what the critics had said in the past,  there had to be plenty of other actors out there worse than she was.

[reinaverso]

does sophie devereaux know how much i love her ?

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step one: make a jiya marri blog.

step two: rp a cute dork.

step three: actually give her newfound oracle like powers some fucking purpose.

step four: ????

step five: profit.

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START TELLING THE TRUTH ALL DAY ,      STOP BEING SOPHIE DEVEREAUX                                                           penned by esme !

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sophie devereaux and nate ford invented love the moment they first interacted on the show, and these are the facts.

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💋 -- finally gonna get around to working on drafts after work tonight !! also, am debating making a lucy preston rp blog due to spite and should be sniped for even thinking it.

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Frenemies/Rivals sentence starters 

“Just because I’m helping you, doesn’t mean I like you. Got it?”

“YOU ARE MY RIVAL”

“Heh,  today we’ll see who the toughest one is”

“The only one that gets to harass you is ME”

“I know we’re supposed to be fighting right now but that is a great outfit”

“So, you’ve bested me once again. Same time tomorrow?”

“I heard you found another rival,  do you realize how much this hurts me?”

“Stop holding back, NERD.”  

“That was funny, I’ll give you that but now it’s time to die”

“Hey stop interrupting my monologuing I was just getting to the good part and you know this”

“Maybe if I wasn’t so insanely evil we could’ve been friends”

“You’re not such a bad person after all.”

“STOP. Snacks are not for hostages, hostage”

“How does it feel knowing I’m way cooler than you?”

“I could kill you in an instant  but you’re a lot more fun than I realized. I’ll keep you around”

“You’re just jealous that I’m way more attractive than you are. Look at my beautiful face and shiny hair.”  

“You saved me but why?”

“Sorry didn’t feel like letting you die today, maybe tomorrow”

“A-Are we friends now? This is weird. I’m so used to trying to destroy you. Do we hug?”

“I wish you’d use a door. Why must you always break through my windows. It’s not very heroic of you”

“Oh, it’s just you. I thought it was someone important”

“I know we had a touching moment and it was nice but if you ever bring it up again I will destroy you”

“I draw the line at hugging”

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when was the last time someone touched you with affection?

          ❛   Oh,   come on,   Nate.   Don’t be ridiculous.   People are   always   touching me with affection.  Getting people to trust   &&   care for me is practically my whole thing.    ❜       Truth be told,   Sophie didn’t know the real answer to that question.   She understands the question,   oh boy does she ever,   but Sophie doesn’t remember the last time she allowed someone to get close to her   ——   the real her,   the her that wasn’t Sophie or Annie or any of the aliases she’d used in her past.   

          Even being with past boyfriends felt too much like an act,  any affection a sham.   They were never with the real her,   whoever that was,   &&   that made it feel as unauthentic as the forgeries she’d left behind in her wake,  two lifetimes ago.

          A laugh slips through her lips,   her head shaking as she thinks about it.     It seems kind of pathetic,    voicing it aloud,   but she’ll call herself out before Nate has the chance to do it for her.   Anything is better than Nate voicing it for her.     ❛   Admittedly,   it’s been a while.   ❜

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pushing daisies, 1x01 | tv quote starters feel free to change pronouns as preferred. warnings for mentions of death, violence.

every day i pick a pie, i concentrate all my love on that pie because if i love it, someone else is gonna love it. 

why begin with a negative? like saying, ‘i don’t disagree.’ just say you agree.

can you lock the door behind you?

she’s been upset since last year’s christmas party.

he’s a very needy dog.

when was the last time someone touched you with affection?

a lot going on with that dead girl.

haven’t thought of her since i was 10

don’t remember anything when i was 10.

i had the strangest dream. i was being strangled with a plastic sack.

you were my first kiss.

if you don’t wanna kiss me, it’s okay.

your eye is twitching. 

i’ve lost my train of thought.

i always wondered if you’d come back. 

i’m gonna sleep here, you take the bed. 

i’d kiss you if it wouldn’t kill me.

i don’t think justice was on the menu, not as an entrée.

i’ll be mad at you if you lie to me.

doesn’t she look like that dead girl?

she looks exactly like that dead girl.

how about we solve my murder and collect the reward? wouldn’t that be poetic?

she’s supposed to be dead. 

you’re supposed to be dead.

are you in love? because it’s that level of stupid.

he was a very, very bad man. he stole stuff off dead people and sold it on the internet.

are you a drug mule?

you can have your pie, but you can’t eat it.

i wish i could give you an emotional heimlich so you could cough up that wad of fear and anxiety, but i can’t.

i lived next door twenty years ago.

cheese? i would recommend the pure goat with blue ash. it has a grassy flavor.

didn’t i kill you?

i can hold my breath for a long time.

do you believe in reincarnation? 

do you have any last words or thoughts or requests?

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hittcr‌.

              “hey, it’s not my fault you never wear the right shoes for what i do, sophie. you’re th’ only one that wears heels. you know nate’d kill me ‘f i let that guy touch you. i ain’t lookin’ t’ get taken out by a drunk.” eliot shakes his head. he’ll never understand that, he doesn’t think. why she gets so attached to her shoes. sure eliot’s attached to his boots but… it’s not the same. “you’re jus’ lucky i got there in time or you’da been out more’n your shoes.” he taps his nose, eyebrows lifting upwards. you’d think she’d know by now. 

          sophie doesn’t pout,   but it’s a damn near thing.   okay,  yes,   the logical part of her knows that she should be thanking eliot but   ——   well,   shoes.     ❛   what am i supposed to do,   eliot ?   wear ballet flats to a con,   ballet flats ?   it wouldn’t do the characters justice.   ❜     half of the character is always the outfit you wear,   &&   none of sophie’s would be complete without the heels.   well,   most   of them.     ❛   another thing,   how was i supposed to know i was going to get   attacked ?   i’m usually  never  the one getting attacked.   ❜

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wantediniceland‌.

He eyes the thick stack of bound paper. A couple means two. “Round where I’m from, we call that a book,” he says, trying to edge backwards without fully being obvious that he’s running away. He needs an adult, but unfortunately, Sophie is the adult he usually calls. Desperate means the rest of the gang has already found some way to leave her high and dry, which means it’s up to him to not completely abandon her. Eliot and Parker are gonna owe him big time. “I know nothing about theatre,” he says in resignation, holding his hand out for the script, “all I can do is match your words to what’s on the page and tell you if you get any wrong.” 

          She jumps where she stands in excitement,   pressing a kiss to his cheek whist shoving the copy of The Winter’s Tale into his hands.     ❛   Oh,   that’s perfect, Hardison.   Thank you !    ❜     She flips to the place she’s already bookmarked.      ❛   Alright,   so.   I’ve memorized most of it,   but I’m stuck on Act Three, Scene Two  ——  Hermione’s trial.   It’s a bit,   you know,   monologue-y,   but I think I’ve got the right amount of emotion I need to put into it now.   ❜

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mindmastered‌.

“Okay, but I’m blaming you if we get lost.” Nate stood and made for the stairs, spurred on by the promise of being back at her side. He liked it, being nearly joined at the hip, being a team. They were in almost perfect sync, at least if they both put in the effort. It was funny to him, the form of intimacy Sophie seemed to just volunteer. He attributed it to her training as an actress, always watching, reacting, keeping the chemistry. None of the people in her little theater troupe seemed to have much of a concept of emotional distance either.

He turned back, humor coloring his glance. “Do you want me to pick something out for you? Or would you rather join me?" 

His face split into a grin, teasing. Of course, she could always go for a third option. As much as they were a team, she always found some way to surprise him. Sometimes it drove him up a wall. Tonight, however, he was feeling a pull in a different direction.

         ❛   come now,   nate.   where’s your sense of adventure ?   getting lost is half the fun.    ❜     sophie doesn’t waste another minute before she herself gets to her feet,   stopping just short of her companion.   every inch of her struggles with the desire to take him by the hand,   drag him upstairs,   &&   make the night go far differently than they’re discussing.   sophie’s heart,   as full of passion as ever,   was often fond of guiding her actions.

          tonight, however, she’ll resist   ——   if only for a few hours longer.

          sophie presses a quick kiss to nate’s cheek,   laughing before hurrying upstairs in front of him   &&   making a bee-line for the closet.      ❛   oh,   darling.   after some of the things you’ve picked out for me to wear in the   past,   i’m going to have to give anything you recommend a strong   no.    ❜

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hethefted‌.

ezekiel’s grin in cheeky. “darling?” he arches a brow, and laughs. “well, babe,” he intentionally draws the word out, “it’s three fifteen.” he offers her the time piece from his pocket, “bit of a habit i got. tend to just sorta get a bit sticky fingered.” he moves forward. “where’s your meeting at? i’ll walk you there.” he knows of her ( who in the criminal world didn’t know of sophie deveraux ), and he’s eager to find out more, but not so eager to blow his cover.

            sophie barely resists making a face at the nickname,   letting it pass only because she used one first.   she takes the watch back with a quirk of her lips,   giving a small nod of thanks.    ❛   no need to explain.   you’re neither the first nor last   ‘sticky fingered’   individual i’ve met.   ❜    hell, if it weren’t for parker,   sophie doesn’t think she’d have noticed the grab.   it was good,   too easy to brush off as nothing.      ❛   there’s a coffee shop a few blocks from here.   i suppose,   i wouldn’t say   no   to the company.    ❜     maybe by the time they get there, she’ll have a name for the stranger. preferably, a   real   one.