ART DUMP TIME!!!!!
Been a bit since I've done an art dump, and I've been arting a lot the past few days, so here is everything I have drawn recently and semi-recently! (January-February)

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ART DUMP TIME!!!!!
Been a bit since I've done an art dump, and I've been arting a lot the past few days, so here is everything I have drawn recently and semi-recently! (January-February)
remember when q said “if i had known sooner, i would have appeared as a female” ?? i think bout that a lot
Hi, I tried to have an IUD put in today but couldn’t because I was too tight and in too much pain. Could you do a thing where Q is either fem or an omega and can’t have sex with James because of this? Maybe they go to a doctor?
Ackk you have my undying sympathies, they’re a bitch, and I have plenty of stories of my own regarding those sodding bitching things (I swear to god if the weather isn’t right IUDs can’t be inserted...) and while our issues weren’t the same I KNOW THE PAIN so I’m so sorry, I hope you’re okay and enjoy this fic-related tribute to the joy of gynecologist apps. Ahem. Jen.
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Q had a truly impressive array of swear words at her disposal. Truly; Bond could honestly say he’d never encountered any human being with quite that vocabulary, some surprisingly imaginative, and hearing them spoken with her crisp and beautiful (and somewhat ridiculous) British accent was an unforgettable event.
Which Bond would care considerably more about if she wasn’t presently crushing his fingers into dust whilst splayed out on a medical bench.
Bond hated medical at the best of times. Bond had also never attended a doctor’s appointment with a woman, and certainly not for anything so intimate. However - given that this was “a two-way issue you utter cunt”, Bond had conceded that the very least he could do was show up for moral support.
Doctor Megan Walker was a lovely woman, and Bond had never seen somebody so menacing when armed with a speculum, a sentiment Q wholeheartedly shared.
“Yep, nothing amiss, per se,” she said lightly, as Q hissed through her teeth. “Q, you should try breathing.”
“I am,” Q managed, with truly unparalled vitriol; if she and Megan hadn’t been good friends out of work (and “no Bond, it doesn’t make things weird, we’re goddamn adults and she’s the best doctor in the building, she’s seen more of your internal organs than mine at this point”) it would have been, well. Rude was a kind word for it.
“Vaginisimus, and a suspected tilted womb, but given the former I can’t perfectly ascertain the latter.”
Q lifted her head. Bond blinked. “What now?”
“You can get dressed,” Megan smirked. “But yes: in short. Vaginisimus is when you involuntarily contract when it comes to penetration. There are a number of different things you can try; I can talk you through a few options, ranging from therapy to vaginal trainers, but there’s a host of possibilities. Absolutely treatable in the vast majority of cases, and you should see improvements fairly rapidly. Bond, you are presumably on board to assist?”
Bond blinked again. “... yes?” he managed, when it became patently obvious that he was expected to answer. Q twisted to him, her expression distinctly unimpressed. “Sorry. Yes, I am."
“Then why don’t you get dressed and more comfortable, and I’ll see you in a moment.”
Megan disappeared elegantly behind a curtain, leaving a still rather uncomfortable Q to retrieve her clothing. “It’s a good thing you’re not exactly hung like a horse,” she muttered to Bond, who honestly thought it was a rather unfair jab.
... and yet, given the stifled giggle he heard from behind the curtain, he was wearily certain that he was the only one labouring under that delusion.
My new 00Q fic!
A gender swap inspired by (and in honour of) @q00kies 's great art!
Hope you'll like it!!
Fingertips in the fountain
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Alpha
Well, my sister, @nighttimepixels has been doing so many great fem!skels that I decided I might as well jump on the bandwagon and do a female version of Q!
Say hello to Alpha ;D She’s exactly like Q when it comes to personality and the like, but she’s way more into the cyberpunk look than the Tron chic XD
((Lol the more I sat here and thought about it, the more I realized that a change in gender just... really would not change Q in the least, lol. Who he is is based so much on his life experiences, and with her sharing all that, Alpha came out the same, hah! Don’t put these two in a room together they’d be absolutely fucking terrifying 8′D ))
They say she is as straight as her aim when she wants a clean and quick death but they say too she is always late and never bring back any equipment. They're sadly right about the latter. But she can be punctual, when she wants to be. Evan says she shouldn't run after something, someone, who's going to break her heart repeatedly, maybe he could introduce her to a woman he knows and it's way better and more trustworthy than 007. Q politely decline every time.
Q likes to think she's new at her job, new to and for the Double-Oh division and new to most of the MI6 hierarchy but she isn't new to people and their queerness, but everyone is so so sure Jamima, call me James, Bond is straight so who is she to say they're wrong?
Until James asks her out for dinner and, after four hours of spectacular food and a oh so very attentive and chatty partner, kisses her on the lips in front of her door. It's a bit of a cliché but Q's cheeks are red and she's kissing James back again and again because she was waiting for this and she tastes like her favourite tea even if they didn't drink a drop of it.
Q doesn't say everyone thinks you're straight or any other stupid sentence her brain is thinking about, because James' hands are warm against her skin, under her sweater, and she's kissing her neck in all the right ways that make her want moan even if they still are in the elevator, three floors from her apartment. They're going to talk about all of that, maybe in front of a cup of tea while Q will wear one of James' shirt and nothing else, but now, in that specific moment, she can't make sense of how open her damn door, let alone a rational though.
Is it me updating an 00q fic 2 years too late?
Yep
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fingertips in the Fountain chapter 5 is here, folks... *kill me*
I finally got around to updating and organizing my 00Q playlist on Spotify since 8tracks sort of fell by the way side. Links and tracklist below!
Side A - Sword (& Shield) - James Bond
Retrograde - James Blake ll Disarm - The Civil Wars ll Madness - Muse ll Fall In Love - Barcelona ll I Love You - Alex Clare ll You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are - Keaton Henson ll I Don’t Want To Change You - Damian Rice ll NFWMB - Hozier ll Writing’s On The Wall - Sam Smith ll In The Dark - Matt Woods ll This Is It - Asaf Avidan ll Work Song - Hozier
Side B - Shield (& Sword) - Q
Stay Awake - London Grammar ll Hurricane - MS MR ll Skyfall - Adele ll Brandy Alexander - Feist ll Halo - Beyonce ll Nicest Thing - Kate Nash ll Don’t Forget About Me - Cloves ll Dead In The Water - Ellie Goulding ll St. Jude - Florence + The Machine ll Miss You - Adele ll See You Again - Elle King ll You Belong To Me - Carla Bruni
Of all of James’ songs are sung by male performers and my Fem!Q songs are sung by females. I’m still working hard on this fic and waiting none too patiently to see No Time to Die (though i’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous to see how this new team takes on the Bond/Q relationship)