Getting in the Mood for CleonWeek with a Leon Study: How Each Version of Leon Would React to Claire Asking for the D
It’s almost CleonWeek, which means it’s time to dive deep into our favorite couple—Claire and Leon! Now, while Claire’s been consistently badass throughout the years, Leon... well, Leon’s gone through quite the glow-up (and occasional glow-down). Depending on the game, movie, or platform, he’s either a fresh-faced rookie or a grizzled veteran with a questionable amount of hair gel and alcohol in his system.
So, let’s play a little game and imagine how the many different versions of Leon would react to the ultimate request:
Claire asking for the D. Ready? Here we go!
(18+ MDNI) Rookie, Vendetta, Death Island Leons below the cut.
Rookie Leon
Claire: (in a low, frustrated voice) “Leon… I need you to fuck me.”
(Leon blinks, caught completely off guard by the directness. His eyes widen, and his mouth opens as if he’s about to say something but no words come out. A flush creeps up his neck, and he runs a hand through his hair awkwardly.)
Leon: “W-Wait, what? You—uh… I mean, are you… serious?”
(His voice cracks slightly, his usual composure shattered. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, looking at Claire like he's not sure if he's supposed to laugh, panic, or melt on the spot.)
Claire: (staring at him intensely, biting her lip) “Yes. I’m serious.”
(Leon swallows hard, his heart pounding. His thoughts race, the tension between them electric and undeniable. He takes a small step toward her, still unsure if this is really happening.)
Leon: “I… I mean, if you really… Are you sure you’re okay? I just—wow. Okay.”
(He lets out a nervous laugh, his voice trailing off, but there’s a heat in his eyes now as he looks at her, his uncertainty melting into something much bolder.)
Leon: “Because if this is what you want… I’m not gonna say no.”
(His hands move to her waist, hesitantly at first, before pulling her close, the tension between them snapping like a thread pulled too tight.)
Vendetta Leon
Claire: (Her voice low and breathless, eyes dark with desire.) “Leon… I need you to fuck me.”
(Leon pauses mid-movement, his sharp blue eyes locking onto hers. There’s a flicker of surprise, but it’s quickly replaced by something darker, more primal. He straightens up, rolling his shoulders slightly, that familiar cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.)
Leon: (voice low and gravelly) “You sure about that, Claire?”
(He steps closer, his presence intense, radiating heat and confidence. His hand brushes along her arm, almost teasingly slow, as he leans in, his lips inches from hers. He watches her, his gaze hard and penetrating, waiting for her to give in completely.)
Claire: (She holds his gaze, unflinching, her voice almost a growl.) “Yeah, I’m sure.”
(Leon’s smirk deepens. He grabs her waist with a sudden roughness, pulling her against him. His breath is hot against her ear as he speaks.)
Leon: “Good… because I don’t do anything halfway.”
(Without another word, he kisses her, hard and hungry, all hesitation gone as he pushes her back against the wall. His hands roam her body with purpose, his grip firm, and his movements decisive—like a man who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it.)
Death Island Leon
Claire: (Her voice low, a mix of frustration and longing.) “Leon… I need you to fuck me.”
(Leon freezes, his usual stoic expression faltering for a second. He stares at her, processing the words, clearly caught off guard. His eyes narrow slightly as if trying to gauge if she really means it, the weight of everything between them hanging heavy in the air.)
Leon: (in a quiet, serious tone) “Claire… are you sure?”
(There’s no smirk, no cockiness—just raw intensity in his eyes as he steps closer. He’s cautious, almost hesitant, like he’s fighting the tension in his own body. His hand hovers near her waist, not quite touching her, waiting for her to confirm what they both know is about to happen.)
Claire: (She steps closer, her eyes locked on his, unwavering.) “Yes. I’m sure.”
(Leon lets out a slow breath, his face softening, though his jaw tightens with the restraint he’s trying to maintain. He moves in, his hand sliding to her hip, firm but careful, as if he's trying not to lose control too fast.)
Leon: (his voice low and husky now, eyes searching hers) “Alright… but this isn’t just some moment we’ll forget about. You know that, right?”
(He pulls her closer, his grip tightening, and the intensity between them spikes as his lips brush against hers. He holds back for just a second longer, searching her face for any doubt, before finally giving in, his kiss deep, desperate, and laced with all the emotion he’s been holding back.)
Leon: (murmuring against her lips) “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Claire…”
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'Cheeseburger' and 'Hamburger with cheese' are two different styles of burger.
My argument-
Cheeseburger: cheese slice is added to the patty when it is still on the grill and nearly done so the cheese gets melty and gets into all of the little grooves on the patty, and becomes significantly greasier. Also, if multiple patties, cheese slice is added to each patty.
Burger with cheese: added on while burger is being assembled after patties are done cooking so it doesn’t melt, just gets warm from the heat of the burger. Is able to be placed anywhere on the burger because it isn’t dependent on the placement of the patty. If having multiple patties, doesn’t usually include multiple cheese slices, or if it does, each slice can be put anywhere.
In both cases, the position of the cheese changes how each ingredient in the sandwich hits your taste buds and can change the flavor out come by one ingredient activating your taste buds before another and causes what I call The Color Theory Effect in your mouth where the activation of one prior to another causes the flavor to react differently, much like how the background or surrounding color variation can affect how our eyes perceive certain colors.
It can also change the temperature your mouth experiences from the burger of either the cold edges of the cheese added on with assembly or the hot grease of the pre-melted cheese.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
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It's a real minor gripe but the number of folk who conflate steampunk, dieselpunk, cyberpunk and atompunk/raygun gothic together as if they're interchangeable is maddening to me. So here's my rough guide:
Steampunk
- Your core technology is the steam engine, with an allowance for clockwork.
- Everything runs on coal, gas and oil. Things are analogue.
- The aesthetic is largely Victorian/industrial/colonial, with gothic designs competing against neo-classical, and the marriage of "foreign" with "domestic". Expect wars between empires, the twilight days of royalty and the Gentleman Adventurer.
Dieselpunk
- Your core technology is the internal combustion engine.
- Everything runs on oil, petrol and gas. Analogue is still king, but electrics are taking off. Nothing is digital - yet.
- Your aesthetic is distinctly American and capitalist, wildly optimistic, blind to the writing on the wall. Particularly the Roaring 20s, with Art Deco and Art Nouveau the two major drivers of fashion. "Foreign" styles are out of place, an eccentricity. It's sweeping romance, crminal intrigue and noir.
Cyberpunk
- Your core technology is computers, the network, the Internet, the digital world.
- Everything runs on electricity, and nobody gives a shit where it comes from. Everything is digital, even the people. Analogue is for the rich and the weird.
- Your aesthetic is capitalism run wild, and it has stripped away anything that can't be marketed or profited from. Culture is homogenous and stale, or tribal and feral. Conspiracies, corporate wars, humanity on (or past) the brink.
Atompunk/Raygun Gothic
- Your core technology is nuclear power.
- What little isn't electric is run directly by radiation. Clunky robots dominate. Computers are here but primitive, and most things are still analogue or partly digital.
- Your aesthetic is 50s Americana or the general feel of the Cold War. Happy suburban lives hide a cancerous paranoia that poisons every element of society like the radiation it sits on. No one's hopeful about the future. Everyone's on drugs. Culture is packaged and sold by corporations barely held in check by an incompetent, war-hungry government.
Of course you can mix and match elements of all this and play around with them as much as you like, I'm not your Mum, but they're different feelings - don't stick some gears on it and call it steampunk.
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