yo solo quiero que me cierren la cuenta por lo que pueden wachar aunque no tenga nada(? asdasd
I’ve been dead for a split minute-
I drew this awhile ago so no idea what the context is but here’s the Korean brothers
So basically Finland’s the baby of the Nordic family
“You know it’s really weird…” Nyla began. She had been waiting until the dark haired woman made an appearance in her vicinity, lowly rehearsing how she would start her rumor. She had gone through a plethora of phrases, including “isn’t it odd..”, “man, it’s crazy…” , and her personal favorite “can you imagine…”. You can blame her nervousness for why she neglected to go with the last one. Those in the precinct knew Nyla well enough by now to know that she often talked to herself, and while someone listening closely could easily be alarmed by this, most of her co-workers had gotten used to her personality and dismissed her antics with a shake of their head. Nyla heard those same co-workers greeting Jessica and took a deep breath before launching into her paid advertisement.
“… I was looking over old cases and one stuck out. A little girl shot and killed a while ago. It seemed a little too open and shut so I re-visited it in depth and–” She stopped to breathe. She really did hate lying. “Well, the entrance and exit wounds looked specific to say the least. So I look at the casings listed and the type of bullets they suggest seems congruent with some of that gang activity we’ve been seeing lately.” Finally, she turned to the detective and looked her deep in the eyes. “What would you make of that detective?”
Gonna keep this short and sweet, but I’m starting over. I have no motivation to finish what is on the old masterlist, and I’m not too fond of how most of those fics were written, but I know that I always get upset when people delete old links, so I will link my old masterlist at the bottom of this post, but nothing on there will be updated (unless I change my mind and suddenly update).
Isabella Lawson was one of the few young black women Domino had seen taking interest in the Devils. And she was starting as an informant. How could Dom not be intrigued. She had spent a little bit of her time noticing the young woman, the way in which she carried herself and how useful she was becoming. Dom could see herself helping cultivate that usefulness, and then getting close enough with the younger woman to figure out what was behind her passion for the Devils. That always said a lot about her fellow members as people. Dom’s answer was as simple as wanting to have choices in life that the legal world had not offered. Now, the choices she’d made over time had shaped her life into one wherein which she was comfortable but not fulfilled. She was no longer concerned with taking anything from people–that had been the entire make-up of her career. She was now interested in giving things–help, love, security, means, to herself and the people she valued. Isabella had reminded her of that desire, and maybe it was narcissism drawing her to the woman. Maybe it was the desire to care about something more than herself. Either way, here Dom was, standing behind her, willfully moving a finger to tap her shoulder.
“I think it’s time we officially meet,” she reached her open palm into the woman’s space, “I’m Domino Jackson.” She was sure the younger woman had seen her passing or even been in a space with her where she’d probably seemed stoic and unaware to her presence. This was Dom’s declaration of having been aware the entire time and now hoping to break down the walls that had kept them from meeting like this sooner.
Domino had known of the younger woman’s existence for a while. She had logged the woman into her files just as she had many others, yet she had made the decision not to initiate contact until today. Why? Because Stephanie Alcott had the blood of a Royal, the name of a Royal, and the shared history of a Royal, yet lived a life far from highborn. In fact, she seemed willfully removed from such indications, and she was so far so that her value to Dom had always seemed obsolete. After first, she had kept a watchful eye on the woman, figuring if she was capable of turning against them then she would show that somehow. The lack of notable action had implied to Dom that she was either uninterested in playing against the Royals or unequipped with the means to do so. If it were the latter, then Dom could certainly work with that. However, that would’ve essentially meant that they would be trading favors, and why scratch someone’s back when just about anyone else will accept greener, less painstaking forms of payment. But now after the hit on Moonlight, Dom was shaking down every name in her book and the young Alcott could be no exception. In fact, she might have delighted in meeting the woman under different circumstances. After all, Dom didn’t know what it took to deny the Royals the way this woman had, but she could bet she’d enjoy finding out.
She caught the blonde leaving work. She made sure not Aviva Abelson or anyone else was around to see her walk up on the woman and force her arm under hers, effectively linking them together. Dom began her introduction in a low, serious tone before the other could object.
“Now, you look just like somebody I know. A few people actually. People I know you know, but like to stay away from.” She smiled as if she were reminiscing on the good ole days, “Now, if you were to tell me a few things about those people, I may be able to get some of that more extended family out of the way.” Dom pushed her free hand in the air as symbolism. “If you were interested.”