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An independent blog for Q from the Daniel Craig Bond movies. Mostly headcanon based. Highly selective and mutuals only. Crossover/AU friendly. May contain darker themes. Loved by Frog. 30+
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#pcrfidia. a highly selective and mutuals only rp blog for characters from various media. mun is frog. 30+. over 21 only. non rp blogs dni. // ©
iconless and graphics-lite. // muses
It always makes me feel a bit melancholy. Grand old war ship. being ignominiously hauled away to scrap… The inevitability of time, don’t you think?
An independent blog for Q from the Daniel Craig Bond movies. Mostly headcanon based. Highly selective and mutuals only. Crossover/AU friendly. May contain darker themes. Loved by Frog. 30+ ©
BIO | RULES
Frenchie watches Q curiously. He watches the way he moves, the way he speaks. It all feels very tailored. It could be natural if Frenchie wasn't looking for a tell of some kind.
That makes Q a mystery. Which makes him infinitely more interesting than what Frenchie's here to do anyway. Unique problem solving might be his niche, but he likes to solve people even more. Q seems like a great candidate. Frenchie wets his lips as they walk. He doesn't say anything until they slip into the back of the car. And then he says, "Maybe I am underdressed for any of these uh-- - Fancy places."
Q clearly has other plans. Frenchie's curious about them. Interested. A less reputable place? What secrets do those cardigans hold? Aside from state secrets, of course.
He watches the buildings fly past the windows, fingers fidgeting on his lap. The car smells too clean and new. He misses his van. He misses the comfortable way in which he fits into the world outside of this place. Frenchie tries to look like he fits here, loose posture, knees apart. Or at least he tries to look like he's comfortable. This life has never been for him. It never will be. But he's curious about how Q fits into the world they're currently inhabiting.
Frenchie tries to tip the driver when they get there. The man just stared at him. "That is not a taxi," he says as he turns to Q with a broad grin. Music thumps, but it's subdued on the street. It looks a little cleaner than Frenchie might have hoped, but he supposes he can't bring Q, in the company car, to worse establishments with larger amounts of drugs moving on the dance floor and people more than happy to share with them. "How do you know this place, hmn?"
He wonders if Q dances. Frenchie supposes he'll find out. "Do you dance often?"
There's no line outside the building. No crowd milling around waiting for entry. Anyone curious enough to approach would be summarily turned away by the man standing sentinel at the door.
Q doesn't know why he decided to bring Frenchie here. They could have gone to one of the more pedestrian clubs, those that would be filled mostly with young locals and visitors from out of town drawn in by flashing lights and people staggering out. Eve didn't know about it, nor would she have believed him if she saw it. He considered her his best mate, the single person he could go to when he needed the comfort of a familiar soul. But even she wasn't privy to many facets that made him up.
An amused look was sent over his shoulder to Frenchie as his hand reached into his back pocket for his wallet. Out of it came a sleek black card, offered out to the man guarding the door before a warning could be issued. A handheld device scans the card and the man hands it back with a nod.
"You and your guest enjoy your evening, Mr. Wallace." He pulls the heavy door open, stepping back to allow the two men to step inside.
They're let into a long, smoke filled hall leading toward the sound of the music. They pass a window with a young, heavily tattooed woman manning the coat check. He checks his cardigan, pausing to roll up the sleeves of the shirt he wore underneath. Without the cardigan, the armor, the Quartermaster faded away.
"You can call me Mal tonight," voice raised to be heard over the music beckoning them to come closer.
#pcrfidia. a highly selective and mutuals only rp blog for characters from various media. mun is frog. 30+. over 21 only. non rp blogs dni.
i will not be using icons in replies as this will be a very graphics-lite blog.
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in the bath.
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in the back seat of the car.Â
up against the car. Â
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Frenchie sits up rather quickly, feet planted. He hadn't expected that to work. But it had. Q is relenting. Freedom is just on the other side of several high security doors. If only for a small amount of time.
He will be glad when his contract is up.
Until then, however... "What do you take me for, mon ami?! Of course it will be... Uh... Respectable." Only Frenchie doesn't actually know anywhere respectable. The way he navigates the world is very different from most of the people kept in this gilded labtech cage of theirs. All the same, Frenchie puts a hand over his chest and offers a half bow. "My word."
He grabs for his jacket, a bounce in his step that had been slowly draining away while they wait for the slowness of tech to catch up with them. Q is interesting. There's something underneath all the tea that Frenchie's been poking at. He's curious. And he's the more tolerable of the people Frenchie's had to deal with today. That's curious, too.
"Tu sais-- - Non, perhaps not." France is a short ride away. But he hardly thought his rather buttoned up companion would go for that. Slipping the noose was not something one does the first time you pull someone away from their desk. "I will find us something, hmn? Bar? Or nicer...?" Frenchie certainly doesn't think he'll fit in somewhere nicer, but he's trying to be accommodating. That's how one makes friends, after all.
A few words for his assistant, letting him know that he'd be out of the lab for the rest of the day. He had his mobile of course if any problems should arise, but he trusted his staff to deal with things in the meantime. Being the head of the department did have its benefits.
He pulls his own coat on as he strides toward the door, considering the situation carefully in his head. Q knows when he's being studied, considered. Too many people see what's on the surface, what he wants people to see. The aloof Quartermaster doing his duty for Queen and Country. And truthfully, he rather enjoys playing the part. It's comfortable.
Now, here's a man who comes from the same world that had been left behind when a woman knocked on his door one evening and gave him an ultimatum. The type of man he would have worked well with back in those days. He has to be careful to not let himself get too caught up.
Q pulls his mobile out, ordering a driver and a car to meet them out front of the building. Another benefit of status. "I know a place we can go. A bit less...reputable than I would usually prefer. But I think you would be more comfortable."
A small club he visits from time to time. Somewhere he's known as Malcolm and not Q. A place far from the watchful eye of MI6.
kiss roulette
inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear
A kiss on the cheek
A kiss on the nose
A kiss on the forehead
A kiss to the top of the head
A firm kiss
A gentle peck
A romantic kiss
A platonic kiss
A kiss to the eyelid
A kiss along the jawline
A kiss to the neck
A kiss along the collar bone
A kiss on the chest
A kiss to the stomach
A kiss along the hips
A kiss in the rain
An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss
A kiss while laughing
A kiss underwater
A rough kiss
WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)
A french kiss/kiss with tongue
A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances
A sleepy kiss
A kiss that's an accident
A kiss while one or both parties are crying
A kiss in greeting
A kiss in parting
A kiss to the back of the hand
A kiss to the palm of the hand
A kiss to the inner thigh
A kiss while someone watches
A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking
A kiss after a bite
A kiss against a wall
A kiss to the shoulder
A kiss to the back of the neck
A kiss while one party is carried
A tentative kiss
An impulsive kiss
A kiss out of spite
A clumsy kiss
A bloody kiss
vampire q? vampire q.
today is catch up on interview with the Vampire day.
It always makes me feel a bit melancholy. Grand old war ship. being ignominiously hauled away to scrap… The inevitability of time, don’t you think?
An independent blog for Q from the Daniel Craig Bond movies. Mostly headcanon based. Highly selective and mutuals only. Crossover/AU friendly. May contain darker themes. Loved by Frog. 30+ ©
BIO | RULES
A more vague and headcanon-related aesthetic for the Quartermaster.
Basically, if you thought Q was a harmless little flower, you thought wrong.
The aesthetic for the AU where Q is in the more morally grey area and has no problem doing some slightly questionable things to get what he wants; the AU where smart people know to fear the Quartermaster, because if the 00-agents don’t get you, he certainly will; the AU where Q does pull strings, but he hasn’t always had everything he has now, there used to be a time when even he had to get his hands dirty.
A self-indulgent aesthetic for an AU that does not exist, to put it simply.
(Reposting, because my old blog will be deleted.)
SPECTRE (2015), dir. Sam Mendes NO TIME TO DIE (2021), dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga
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