𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃

with shelter in place having been in effect for almost three weeks (has it really only been that long?) and all my classes been moved online, you’d think I’d have more time, but it turns out I have less. 

Anyway, I’m still around and checking in on the dash a few times a week, but I will probably remain inactive until inspiration hits or things slow down ❤❤❤ 

Reblogging here too. I think my mutuals are the same across both blogs so reminder that I’m always available on discord to chat about characters, dynamics etc. 

Can we talk about how Eve implies that she knows Nomi well enough to have thought that she and Bond would get along? Whether it’s sarcasm or not, she must know something about Nomi and know her well enough to make this statement. 

Also the side eye Nomi seems to be giving her, but the clip is too short to tell.

&   ―――   FASTER, PUSSYCAT! KILL! KILL! * a starter for @starscharted​

❝  i never try anything.  i just do it.  ❞   this woman has fire in her eyes,  the kind that could never be doused,  that catches on the edges of everything,  chars whoever gets near.  yet tracy’s only spurned,  engine revved.  ( i could burn brighter,  burn longer. )  she grins,  gesturing toward the cherry red convertible.   ❝  and i don’t beat clocks,  just people.  ❞

The other woman is a wildcard, that much is easy to see. There’s a recklessness about her, as if she has nothing to loose (nothing to live for?) but like a moth to a flame, she’s magnetic, drawing Nomi in with an easy confidence that’s charming rather than off putting. With just a smile and a few words, it’s easy to forget that this she had a job to do and that should have been the most worrying thing of all. Nomi prided herself on her ability to get things done, but it was almost of if her mission didn’t mean anything any more.

Almost. 

An international art thief

A criminal mastermind 

Smart enough to somehow steal not just paintings and sculptures but national monuments 

The head of her own crime organization

 A fashion icon 

Been given the nicknames “The Queen of Crime” and “The World's Greatest Thief” 

At this point it had become almost a routine for Bond to occasionally drop off the face of the earth after a bad mission. Sometimes it was just what he needed; a month or two away from MI6, time for his body to actual heal from the trials of his job. With so little tying him to London it always struck him as better than Medical ordering him to be put on bed rest.

This time it had been Paris for two months. Part of him (the vindictive part that hated just how much MI6 has destroyed him over the years) found a twisted joy in the fact that he’d remained undiscovered so close to London. Clearly he was still good at his job, even if the failed mission indicated otherwise. The first few weeks had been genuine recovery from a nasty knee injury. The rest of the time had been spent in cafes, bistros, bars and, of course, the company of beautiful Parisian women.

As always, though, he eventually felt a nagging feeling pulling him back to London. It was inevitable - inescapable, really, no matter how hard he tried. Maybe that’s why MI6 hadn’t found him: they knew he would eventually come crawling back as he always did.

So he’d booked a Eurostar ticket, packed up the few belongings he had with him and was now at St. Pancras station, feeling as refreshed as he could after so many years of wear and tear.

Seeing a familiar face on his way out of the station he stopped, a charming smile gracing his face as if he hadn’t just returned from eight weeks being AWOL.

“Fancy seeing you here, off on holiday are you?” Why address the real issue at hand, after all?

There were whispers that the infamous James Bond was back at MI6, dressed to kill in his bespoke Savile Row suit complete with whatever expensive watch he was sporting at the moment (Rolex? Omega? Whatever the Quartermaster had gifted prior to his last mission?). Back again after weeks of being gone without a word, presumed dead or retired, although in his line of work, one could argue that they were one in the same. 

But it had been like any other day, like no time had passed at all. Bond had rolled up to the office acting like he didn’t have a care in the world, gone up to Mallory’s office and just like that he was back. But now, things were different. The world was moving on.  

As soon as the door to Mallory’s office had closed, however, a select few were immediately notified of Bond’s return. An email co-signed by the irreplaceable Bill Tanner and the cunning Eve Moneypenny was sent to certain members of staff, the message serving more as a warning than anything else. Among those on the short-list were the Double-Oh’s

Because of this, Nomi was prepared when she ran into the man himself. Whether it was by coincidence, or because he was seeking out the newest Double-Oh’s to size up or intimidate them, she would never know. 

𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

dash only & written by julia. feat: 

astrid leong (crazy rich asians) 

carmen sandiego (carmen sandiego franchise, netflix series non-compliant)

rose wilson (DC Comics & Titans 2019)