SWANN.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄.

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#𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛   -   indie, private, selective, and 21+ roleplay blog for MADELEINE SWANN.   written by annika.   welcome to another one of my blogs.   this will be low activity and run on a queue.  i’ll pop on when i have time and respond to threads and messages.   plotted threads are preferable && memes are a great way to break the ice.   feel free to send them in!

SB: @bondlessunsung (Bond multi muse), @thepalekiing​ (Mr. White) Multi: @scriiptedstars OC: @inanimatatenebris​ Elizabeth Swann: @piratekiing​ Derek Hale: @surwolf​

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gemma

@spectresdaughter· asked; “How long have you been having these nightmares?”

Rubbing her forehead, Gemma sighed. There had never been a moment in her life when she didn’t have nightmares. Maybe the kinds of nightmares changed once she went on deployments, but other than that, nightmares were just a part of her life. Gemma figured these were just her demons coming to life, and there was no escape. Even if she tried to fight all the burdens that had been thrust upon her, it wouldn’t change. “Fun question, but believe me or not. Nightmares are a nightly occurrence for me, though sometimes I am blessed with the ability to forget them the moment I wake up. Why? Are you going to tell me that you know someone that can treat them? Because I will say you are fucking lying.”

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 mask, observing Gemma as she recounted her nightmares. As a child, Madeleine had suffered such an affliction in relation to Safin and the murder of her mother. What she knew of Gemma, the woman was in the same boat. Trauma often plauged the mind...Waking or sleeping.

“I simply with to gauge the frequence of your nightmares. Do they affect the quality of your sleep?”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄.

Madeleine Swann of James Bond Franchise

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ophelia.

“Oh! That’s great!” Ophelia grinned, glad that her plans were good now. After the afternoon she was having, she desperately needed the girl’s night.

“No, that’s perfect! I’m really glad. Sure I’m not keeping you from anything though? I’m not so sure my bottle of wine will be there come another night by time I get home, but I can always get more.” Anything for Madeleine really. Ophelia just wanted her to have a good night.

“𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌,” 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃, wondering if Ophelia was having second thoughts. But the woman kept her expression light and friendly. “I must stop home for a few minutes but I can meet at your place later tonight.” 

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remus.

IT’S THE UNKNOWNS THAT BOTHER THE CIA AGENT THE MOST. Whatever Felix was up to he surely had his reasons - he always did , but Remus hated being provided with so little information. HE NOTICES THE WAY SHE INHALES ; her expression gives her away in a heart beat.

    “Fairly certain , Leiter never misinforms.” Just guards what he knows , but that part Remus keeps to himself. “You know this man , Safin.” Remus throws himself into the nearest empty chair ; NO LONGER CONCERNED SHE MIGHT SHOOT AT HIM.   

 “He certainly knows you.”

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 of her life was known. That spies and agents knew a thread of connection between her and Safin. But how much did Remus know? Because Madeleine had no intentions of spilling all her secrets to this stranger. Even if they had several mutual friends.

“What gives you that impression?” she asked, cooly. Weak knees gave out as the blond sat heavily in a chair. Her focus was sharp and cold like ice as she waited for the spy to answer her questions. If she needed to leave...she needed to know what she was dealing with first.

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ophelia.

“Act normal. Totally. Someone’s tailing us but it’s a normal Tuesday afternoon. Absolutely.” Phee tells herself as she gets on the bus and heads to the back.

Once they’re seated, she slips out her phone, quickly sending a text to Q and enabling tracking before laughing and showing her phone to Madeleine. The Quartermaster was already on it, but she hoped the other woman would pick up on the act, especially as the man got on the bus soon after.

“I can’t believe that!” She laughed, staying close to the blonde, though watching the man in the window’s reflection.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 a strong weapon in Madeleine’s reserves. But she smiled, nodding, reading the text between Q and Ophelia. She felt comforted knowing that someone was watching them. But it still begged the question of why they were being persued. 

The bus lurched forward and Madeleine played along. She talked with Ophelia as if nothing was amiss.

“When the next big crowd of people get on or off, we must leave. Hopefully we can lose him among the throng of bodies.” It was a risky move because both hunter and hunted would lose track of each other but it’d be worth it if the plan worked.

After a few more stops, the blond nudged Ophelia forward, making a quick dash for the exit. She tugged the red head with her, crossing the street and hopefully losing themselves among the crowd. “Has Q said anything else?”

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ophelia

Of course this was their luck. Couldn’t they just head home without any issues? Without anyone tailing them? Ophelia almost hoped it was just a creepy guy following them and not someone from Spectre, for both of their sakes, even if the other woman was unaware of the other’s involvement.

“Course not. But I might have an idea.” Ophelia said, linking arms with her and laughing loudly, hoping to get other people’s attention. If they even glanced at them in annoyance, it’d put more eyes on them.

As they passed a large storefront window, she craned her neck to look at the display, catching the man in question in the reflection. “Definitely being followed. And they don’t want identified either, with that hat and glasses and all.”

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 Ophelia’s quick thinking. Following the woman’s lead, trying to add laughter to the scene, they stopped in front of a window, glancing at the items inside. But blue eyes were focused on the shadow following them. Madeleine didn’t recognize the figure but he were suspicious. Maybe not Spectre? Maybe it was someone else? She couldn’t say for certain.

“Now we must lose him,” the blond whispered. Brow knitted in concentration for a moment. “Let’s go inside and look around. See if he follows. We can escape out a back entrance.” She hoped.

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aisling  /  @soulstcne

SHE’S  LEAVING  WORK  LATE,  YET  AGAIN.          it’s  tanner’s  fault.  him  and  his  godforsaken  rules…  and  she  wouldn’t  mind  obeying  them,  if  she  actually  officially  worked  for  MI6  in  the  first  place.  a  fact  that  they  so  love  to  use  to  their  benefit.  it’s  the  main  disadvantage  of  being  the  go-between.  selective  allegiances…

but  one  of  her  favorite  parts  of  the  job,  regardless  of  where  it  takes  her,  is  the  friendships  she  makes  along  the  way.  one  such  friendship,  however  turbulent  it  may  be,  being  the  one  she  shares  with  doctor  swann.  so  when  she  pulls  out  of  the  car  park,  hair  soaked  in  the  downpour,  phone  switched  off  and  shoved  into  the  glovebox,  her  immediate  instinct  is  to  pull  over  next  to  the  jogging  blonde,  to  the  chorus  of  furious  horns  blaring  and  curse  words  flowing  passionately  from  the  new  recruit  on  the  bullpen.

“  hop  in!  you’ll  get  washed  out  into  the  thames  at  this  rate–  oh  for  fecks  sake,  matherson,  i  know!  you’re  grand,  you  big  child…  sorry,  mads,  come  on  in!  i  won’t  have  you  getting  a  cold  if  i  can  help  it,  england  lacks  the  endless  supply  of  bizarre  flu  remedies  from  home!  “          she  reaches  over,  flicking  the  lock  and  pushing  the  door  open  for  her  as  best  she  can.  there’s  a  few  towels  in  the  back  seat;  from  an  abandoned  swimming  lesson,  if  she  recalls  correctly.  it’ll  do  for  now,  until  they  get  home, at  least…

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 a moment, the need for a lift outweighing Madeleine’s unease with her office mates. Despite her integrating just fine into the MI6 life, making friends still proved to be difficult for her. But Aisling had been lovely, welcoming the blond with open arms. So as she heard the woman’s voice, saw her smiling face, Madeleine slipped into the car.

A small, genuine smile touched her lips. “Merci,” she said, taking the towels and drying off as best she could. Awkwardly, she held onto the fabric, adjusting the vents of Aisling’s car so that cool air didn’t chill already damp skin.

For lack of something else to say, Madeleine commented on the weather. “The sky looks angry,” she mused, looking out the window. “I wonder what M did to piss off the weather.” She chuckled.

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@thebestplayer

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mallory  /  @dontcxckitup

   He grabs two glasses and pours them - until he realises. Freezing, Mallory turns back around to Madeleine, brow risen. That she has a child is big news, and pretty much a game changer. What does startle him more, however, is the mention of the girl’s father - or the lack thereof. He can only guess. The bottle is lowered, and without saying anything, he carries both glasses over and sets one in front of Madeleine before he sits down and leans back in his chair.

“Christ’s sake…” he finally murmurs, more to himself. “Does…anyone else know?”

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 someone who rarely lost his composure. But at the utterance of her confession, watching his body language and expression, Madeleine’s news was not something he’d been expecting. In this moment, the blond didn’t know how to react. So all she could do was nod along.

Fingers curled around her glass and she took a sip. She rarely needed liquid courage but it helped, warmth pooling in her gut.

“Does anyone else know?” Madeleine could read between the lines. Does James know? She shook her head.  “Non. No one. I don’t have anyone to tell and then person I could tell...wouldn’t listen.” She didn’t know what Mallory knew of Matera. Undoubtedly nothing. Or something. But not the whole picture. And the blond hadn’t felt the need to tell him her personal affairs with James. But this, this she would compromise on.

Taking another sip, Madeleine worked up the courage to ask her next question. “Will that be a problem?”

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[snipesaw-a-deactivated20220809]

#SNIPESAW.  In the valley of the dolls, we sleep, we sleep. Got a hole inside of me, of me. Born with a void hard to destroy with love or hope. Built with a heart, broken from the start and now I die slow. In the valley of the dolls we sleep, got a hole inside of me, living with identities that do not belong to me. In my life, I got this far, now I’m ready for the last hoorah. Dying like a shooting star in the valley, in the valley, in the valley. Pick a personality for free when you feel like nobody. Born with a void hard to destroy with love or hope. Built with a heart, broken from the start and now I die slow

“If you beat a dog long enough, it goes crazy.Doesn’t matter how good it was before. After that happens, the dog that you knew is never coming back.”

ind. private and selective billy russo from netflix’s the punisher. heavily headcanon based. sniped by sasha.

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ophelia  /  @theresastargirl

“No, yeah, I know it’s a bit last minute.” Ophelia brushed it off really, eating the last of the bagel before brushing away the crumbs into the bin. The fact that she was still considering it though, given how her afternoon went, definitely made her a bit more optimistic at the idea of having a girl’s night. “Yeah, just let me know, okay? I’ve got a bottle of white chilling but if you want something else, I can definitely go get it on the way home.”

“𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃,” 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃 replied, offering a small nod and an even smaller smile. Bidding Ophelia goodbye, Madeleine went back to her office, hoping to make child care arrangements for Mathilde.

Blessedly, her usual babysitter was available and someone whom Madeleine had checked out very thoroughly. She made sure the woman had no ties to Spectre or any other criminal organization. Making plans to stop by in between work and a night in, the blond thank the sitter before hunting for Ophelia.

“I worked things out,” the woman said, a slightly bigger smile on her lips. I am free for the evening.”

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james.  /  @thebestplayer

“           Was it the only way or is that just what you tell yourself?” COMES A SOMEWHAT FRUSTRATED RETORT. Deep down , James knows that she’s right but the truth is he’s too bloody stubborn to admit it. Perhaps he’s angry , angry that every time he gets close to some kind of normality he’s ultimately reminded he’s undeserving of it. THE THING WAS , SHE DIDN’T NEED TO BE TOO. He comforts himself with the thought of bringing all of this to M’s desk later but for now , he focuses on her bruised face.

MATHILDE SLEEPS SOUNDLY IN THE OTHER ROOM & FOR THAT THE MI6 AGENT IS GRATEFUL , better she not see her mother in this state. “And what happens when it becomes something more? a bullet to the gut? poison in your drink? for christ’s sake Madeleine this isn’t a bloody game.” HE’S A HYPOCRITE AND HE KNOWS IT ; hasn’t he done the same for years? 007 , license to kill. Unable to put down the mantle. “You don’t owe them a goddamn thing.”

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄. The only response she gave her partner as Madeleine continued to clean her face, wincing at the sting of the cuts. But she kept her reactions to a minimum so has not to encourage James’ wrath further. 

Why had Madeleine agreed to go? She could scream and cry and yell till she was blue in the face that it was to protect their daughter. But she had done that just fine in Norway, out of the public eye. Maybe there was a deeper, resentful reason the blond had gone.

Setting down her supplies, she said, “I didn’t have to go, just like you didn’t have to ignore me.” she snipped back. Words were designed to wound. To hurt...Deeply. It was a low blow, having forgiven James a long time ago for Matera. But it was to prove a point now. 

“Spectre will rise again.” She said coldly. “What better way to keep an eye on it than to have me at its head?” A brow arched, daring James to argue with her. She was doing this for her. For them. Get on the organization’s good side so maybe they could live in peace. They were fools thinking they were safe. Spectre would rise again. In one form or another. And it would torment them until the Blond family was eliminated once and for all.

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I want a reason to use Billie Piper as a fc. Someone...give me a reason. I’ll make a sister/alliated oc to fit into your cannon. Something. Anything.