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ℚ for ℚuartermaster. I make toys for the agents of MI6. ❝I can do more damage sitting on my laptop in my pajamas before my first cup of earl grey than you can do in a year in the field.❞ 【independent q rp blog, semi-selective, multi-fandom friendly, read rules please 】

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◢ Seven years of roleplay experience, and one year on tumblr, roleplayed as Q for two years now

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[q-uartermaster]

pastchronicled​:

@q-uartermaster​

Ronnie had been behind the bar most of the night, not his favourite task but he knew that he had to do it. This place was one of the few legal money earners that they had. His attention was caught by a young man a little further down the bar. He was a handsome bugger. “Cheer up treacle,” Ronnie said to him. He was often the chattier twin even though he was the one to lose his temper a lot. “What’s on your mind then? You’re here a lot ain’t ya?” Ronnie said with interest. “Some girl broken your heart or do you just like coming here?” Ronnie asked. He glanced at Reggie who was mingling in the club with some of the members of their firm, all of whom looked smart and were suited. The club was a sixties theme, so they all dressed in proper clothing to give the proper feel. “Not that I can blame ya,” Ronnie spoke. He was often the serious twin, but he was in a good mood today and the medication did help.  

Q was caught off guard when the bartender spoke to him. They had obviously done so in the past, but it was usually just the pleasantries, or perhaps it was the other brother. He hadn’t interacted with either of them enough to distinguish the two with certainty. Q hardly sat at the actual bar. He opted for a dark corner booth to meet the various criminals he did his business with. He wasn’t there today for a meeting however, he just really needed a drink. “I had no idea I looked so miserable,” Q ran his fingers through his nest of curls and rubbed his eyes under his glasses. “I just had a long day at work,” He assured the bartender, offering him a small, crooked smile. “I guess I shouldn’t complain though… you’re probably here all night, aren’t you?” Q shifted the conversation away from himself. He wasn’t one for self-pity or sharing personal details about himself with strangers. Even if they were particularly charming strangers.

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Muse talking about the mun

Send me a symbol for my muse to answer these questions about the mun! 

👀 Do the mun and you get along? 

✌ Is there anything you dislike about the mun? 

👋 Do you and the mun agree on something? 

✍ Has the mun some special talents beside writing? 

🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world? 

✨ Does the mun read fanfictions and if yes, what is your opinion on them?

🎉 Does the mun likes to go to parties or not? 

🎁 Is the mun good at taking compliments or not? 

🎀  What does the mun have for a music taste? Do you like it? 

🎨 What are the mun’s hobbies? 

👗 How is the mun’s fashion sense? 

✂ Did the mun ever do something to make you jealous? 

⏳ How much time does the mun spend on your blog? 

🍨 What is the mun’s favorite ice cream flavour? 

🍪 Does the mun like sweets? 

🍓 What is something you and the mun disagree on? 

🍀 What is your opinion on the layout of the blog the mun did for you? 

⭐ Is there any genres the mun enjoys writing but you don’t enjoy being part of? 

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☀ Does the mun listen to you while writing or not? 

🌙 Does the mun stay up long or goes to bed early? 

⚡ What is the mun’s favorite weather? 

❄ Did the mun ever forced you to do something you didn’t want to do? 

💧 How often do you annoy the mun? And with what? 

🔥 How would you spend one day with the mun if you could? 

☀ Does the mun have other muses beside you? What is your opinion on them?

[q-uartermaster]

fxckingmoran​:

       “Very innocent, I promise. Consider it an olive branch for calling you a nerd. And, it’ll give me the chance to explain to you all the ways that knives are useful. They might be archaic to some but you haven’t seen me with one.”

        “The job seemed interesting? Is this your first time working for a criminal?” Sebastian watched him for a moment before speaking again. “And what do you think of Jim?” He liked hearing what other people had to say about the boss, made it easier to know who to trust. Anyone who was too eager to complain about him probably wouldn’t hold up in the long run. “Me? I’ve a potent cocktail of anger and emotional detachment issues. Perfect candidate for a hitman.” A faint grin accompanied the shrug of his shoulders. “I like shooting as well so, that helped sell it for me.”

Q pressed his lips together in consideration, yet he just continued typing.

“There are plenty of boring criminals out there, I assure you. Like I said, I enjoy a challenge. Moriarty may certainly be… eccentric, but I much prefer figuring out how to hack a zoo’s system and letting all the animals out for him than doing tech support for some dull terrorist. I find this job stimulating which is hard when you are the best at what you do,” He spoke with casual conviction, green eyes locked to his screen.

“I’m glad you were able to find your calling then,” He closed his laptop and stood up. “Let’s grab a drink and talk about knives then,” Q truly didn’t give a fuck about knives. There wasn’t much to improve there, they were pretty straightforward as far as weapons went. What Q did give a fuck about however, was the way Sebastian fascinated him. He figured it was just his habit of liking things that were bad for him, and maybe something to do with the man being almost annoyingly attractive.

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[q-uartermaster]

[ Going into work but hopefully I’ll have time after to hop back on. Going to try to finish up on my drafts while at the office :-) Have a good Thursday y’all! <3 ] 

[q-uartermaster]

fxckingmoran​:

    “Well, have a drink with me an we can change that.” Sebastian turned, faint smile playing on his lips. “We can talk about the guns. You got anything with a scope? And what above knives”

      “I know. Jim shits on enough about you for me to know exactly how good you are at what you do. And he fuckin’ rarely compliments anyone. I’m just teasing you.” He gestured around the room. “All this shit’s impressive.” He moved back to sit down again. “Why’d you decide to come work for Jim?” 

Flirting. Q concluded. “A drink with an assassin sounds innocent enough,” He gave Sebastian a side glance. “Of course I have scopes. Knives though... knives are archaic. Inefficient.” 

Q gave Sebastian a small smile and a nod instead of thanking him, and followed to sit behind his laptop again. His eyes narrowed at the other’s attempt at collecting intel. He had bristled at the questions and comments before, but he liked to keep most personal details to himself. Especially in this work environment. “The job seemed interesting. I like a bit of a challenge. And what about you?”

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I wish I could be that cigarette

[lethal-desires]

When Bond says “What makes you think this is my first time?” he meant this; the n number of times he had done the b0ndage and intimidation t@ctics exercise with Q; and the n number of times it turned into something more than just an exercise.

[q-uartermaster]

fxckingmoran​:

     “I dunno. A mate of mine had a cousin who was all techie like you and he met his girlfriend in World of Warcraft. Thought it might be a thing.”

     “You built these? You did all -” He gestured to the cabinet. “This?” Eyes moved from the guns back to look at Q. “That’s sexy as fuck. Why didn’t you lead with this? I thought you were just sitting in here faffing around on your computer. This - Well, this shit is fucking impressive.” He lowered the gun, carefully placing it back on the hook in the cabinet. “Will you make me one?”

“I suppose it goes to show you don’t know much about me,” Q locked up the cabinet. “One of them can be yours, I just have to go through, pick one, and make sure it’s all working properly.”  

“And by the way... I’m not faffing around on my computer. I’ll have you know I can do just as much damage on there as you, if not more, and make much less of a mess while doing it,” Q worked hard to gain the reputation he had. That was something he didn’t like people glazing over. Many unfortunate men had made the mistake of underestimating the young boffin.

[q-uartermaster]

tempusfugit007​:

“I’m not.” 

James surprises himself as the words fall from his lips with a little bit of venom. Things had indeed ended as expected with Bond’s track record.

The first night that James woke up unable to tell Madeline what her name was, they knew their relationship had run its course. The damages done in the process of saving her life had been too much pressure for either one of them. Especially when he finally did remember, it was accompanied by a debilitating migraine that prevented the man from eating for a couple days.

He finds himself locking eyes with Q, determined and even in his gaze. “We both knew I would be back I think.”

His eyes trail across Q’s visage respectfully, gauging the boffin’s health. He can see the darkening bruises caused by an uneasy sleep. He’s a little thinner… He was always a beanpole. He notes the slight redness to the tips of Q’s ears and he can’t help but smile with familiarity.

Another blink of his eyes and Q’s face changes, becomes slightly more fuzzy… But he still can tell. He holds that comfort of familiarity close.

I’d know that face anywhere.

“I missed you, Q. Truly.”

And then Bond surprises himself with sincerity bubbling up his throat,

“I’m sorry.”

Q couldn’t decipher how Bond felt about coming back. Even though he said he was better off, Q knew him well enough to see something wasn’t right. There was a glint of melancholy in his eyes and a slight droop in his shoulders, not squared with their usual proudness. He was bothered by something, that was for certain, Q just wasn’t sure of what. 

Q stops breathing when Bond’s eyes finally meet his, and his words catch him off guard. Q didn’t have anything to say to that, and when the agent was looking at him like that he felt as if he could see right through him anyway. 

Bond looked pretty much the same as he did before he left, except the dangerous twinkle in his eyes had been replaced by that wistfulness. But he still looked as strong and beautiful as he always had, and probably always will. 

After Bond says he misses Q, he can feel his stomach tighten into knots. Bugger. Don’t say that, Q thinks to himself. You can’t just waltz in here and say that. But there is a moment of silence, and Q takes a deep, shaky breath.  

I missed you too.

“What are you sorry for? What is there to be sorry about?” He tries but he can't contain the emotion in his voice. Q’s eyebrows furrow, he grips the edge of his desk and leans into it. Mostly to keep himself standing upright at that point.

[q-uartermaster]

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I can already tell he’s going to be a pain in my bloody arse, even if he is somewhat attractive. I’m.. kind of curious about what he looks like with his shirt off. But he’s going to be bloody fucking trouble I just know it. As if Moriarty wasn’t enough to deal with here and weren’t they a thing? I could have sworn something was going on there... I really have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into here. 

[q-uartermaster]

fxckingmoran·:

       “Knew it. So - What’s your type?” A bit too nosy for someone just looking for help with their computer, but Seb’s too far gone now. May as well keep going. “You dating anyone at the moment? If you tell me you’re dating someone on World of Warcraft or something so help me - I’ll plug out the fucking wifi router.” 

        As soon as Q unlocked that cabinet, Sebastian’s attention shifted straight away from his love life. “Fuck me.” Getting to his feet he slowly moved towards the firearms. “I’ve so many questions. Firstly, how do you have all this? Secondly, prototypes? Did you build these?”” Hands reached out to pick up one of the guns, lifting it to his eye line to inspect it.

“When did I mention anything about dating or World of Warcraft?” Q raised an eyebrow. 

“Let’s just say Moriarty was more than happy to invest in a hobby of mine,” The small smile on Q’s lips was somewhat proud as he observed the gun in Sebastian’s hands. “I built them in some way or form, some are modified, some were made by others from my diagrams.” Q placed his hand on the gun’s barrel, “Like I had mentioned, they are prototypes. If you aren’t careful with them it’ll be the last favor I do for you.” 

[q-uartermaster]

tempusfugit007​: 

These halls are as silent as he left them.  His footsteps echo back to him as he cautiously makes his way past memories and ghosts. The fact that he’s back at all is out of desperation. Not his own, of course, as he wants for none. 

Well, that’s not really true. A motherly voice whispers to him, her portrait on one of the walls staring him down, mouth in a thin grimace. There’s no way he could stop himself.

You were always going to leave. It’s okay. Madeline’s blessing brushes over his ears and he can vaguely make out her features in his mind’s eye. It is all still very fuzzy. The damage of the past two years is still deeply embedded in his body.

His pocket vibrates and he pulls out his cell. 

{REDACTED} Welcome back, 007. m

He immediately deletes the message, shoving the phone into his back pocket. He sighs, tired already. A worn old hound.

His feet carry him without his permission, keys jangling on his finger as he twirls them. Under his arm is a small wrapped box, the cellophane wrapping a gleaming silver. Q’s headquarters look exactly how he left them. Empty except for the typing of a familiar Quartermaster, as it is far too early in the morning for any of his minions to even be there.

In fact, he feels it’s far too early for even Q to be there.

His own throat tightens and he forces a swallow that he’s surprised to find contains an emotion he can’t seem to tamp down.

“Ended up just how I expected. But I’ve returned your prized possession in one piece.” He sets the keys gently down on Q’s desk, the soft clatter of them falling into place feeling like a judges gavel.

He stands at attention but his weight shifts almost nervously, having not planned to bump into him but knowing he should have expected nothing less. The present under his arm crinkles.

“I even got her detailed for you. Filled the fuel tank as well.”

@q-uartermaster

Q was sure that Q Branch had never been more quiet. There were only the sounds of his typing (which was completely muscle memory at this point as he couldn’t quite focus on the screen), Bond’s low, distinct purr, and his heartbeat ringing in his ears. How embarrassing, Q had thought to himself shamefully. 

Q’s gaze shifted from his laptop to the car keys. The agent had come back with the car but without the girl. He really couldn’t tell if he was surprised by this or if he knew in the back of his mind that Bond would come back. That was something he had laid awake at night hoping for, but after the first few months he had given up on that thought. He didn’t want that anymore, anyway. Q had been in love with him at one point but he no longer was.  

And Bond would never know any of that. 

 “Well, I’m sorry to hear that, 007,” Q wasn’t sure what else to say besides that. He was sorry for him. Bond deserved to have his happy ending, to get it right this time. But Q also knew that Bond had a habit of running away from his problems instead of facing them, and part of him had always thought he had done just that. Q wasn’t really one to talk, they were similar in that way. Any man he slept with since Bond had been gone he had kept at an arms length.  

“I appreciate it. But it’s yours. And it hardly belongs to Six, it was a personal project...” Q stopped typing and pushed the car keys back toward the other, daring to meet his gaze. The truth of it was, Q didn’t give a damn if the car had been used for scrap metal after Skyfall. He had only restored it because of the way Bond’s sky blue eyes lit up when he picked up the disembodied steering wheel in his office that day.  

He had only fixed it for Bond. 

[q-uartermaster]

fxckingmoran​:

        “You’re not actually a virgin, are you? I was joking. Mostly.” He shifted forward in his seat to look at Q, eyes carefully inspecting him. “You’re attractive and intelligent. No way someone hasn’t tried to shag you.” 

    “Would you believe - I don’t actually watch that much porn. Highly unrealistic, no-one ever moans that much. The Dark Web though - Yeah, don’t have a clue what I’m doing there. Tried to buy a new sniper rifle off this fella in Russia. Little prick ended up being a teenager just messing around.” A short sigh of annoyance as he leaned around to look at the screen again. “So, can I have my laptop back now?”

“I appreciate your concern but no. Even geniuses make time for recreation every now and then,” Q didn’t miss a beat. He was used to that type of teasing, anyway. Hell, he had finished uni at nineteen years old. Q was quite used to being called a nerd and any iteration of the word. The way Sebastian went about it was certainly... not something he was used to. He couldn’t quite decipher if the man was teasing him or flirting with him. Maybe it was both? 

“Hmmm, I’m sure you’d be happy to hear I wasn’t hired to just help you with your email and look pretty,” Q stood from his desk and made his way to the back of the office, “Now these are only prototypes, but why buy from the Dark Web when you could have a custom made order?” Q unlocked a cabinet, revealing an array of firearms. 

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